Six Sentence Story – Point

Looking at this Magic Eight Ball, I might want to ask if a Six Sentence Story is in my near future.  The cue is point – Reply Hazy.  Try Again Later.

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On her eleventh birthday, Patsy got a Magic Eight Ball as a gift from her Aunt Donna, just the toy that every kid in school wanted.

She would ask a ponderous question from the depths of her eleven year old being, shake the ball vigorously until a message appeared from the inky depths into the little window and depending upon whether she liked the answer or not, she would continue shaking the black orb until she was satisfied with the fortune telling powers of this plastic wonder.

Patsy closed her eyes and formed the mental question, “does Joey like me?”

After receiving a few messages like Cannot Predict Now and Concentrate and Ask Again Later, the acceptable Signs Point to Yes message filled the window and her heart with confidence and joy.

Years later, when the fortune-telling possibilities of the Magic Eight Ball became a relic from her childhood and Joey was a fleeting crush who turned out not to be worth her affections, she tried to crack open this mysterious toy to see how it worked.

It was a bottle filled with black liquid and a little multi-sided die with a saying on each different surface; it’s allure came from the white letters on a black background floating up to the circle which was actually the bottom of the bottle and just once more, she was tempted to ask a question about her future.

Thanks to Ivy at Uncharted, another six sentence story has been created.  Stop by and visit to read some more. 

Six Sentence Story – Tap




Natalie liked the life she was creating  here in the woods in Vermont.

Sometimes she was lonely but she didn’t miss the frenetic pace of the city, the job where stress sat in uneasily the pit of her gut like a volcano on the verge of eruption, nor the one romantic entanglement with an insecure stalker.

She was safe here, at least for awhile, and made her meager living from the maple trees which covered the acreage around her small log cottage on a man-made lake in the southern part of the state.

She learned, earlier in the winter all she could about tapping the trees for sap, and had set the spiles in half a dozen trees at just the right time when the temperatures warmed up beyond the freezing point during the day and the sap flowed plentifully.

Maybe next year she’d try the boiling process to make the actual syrup, but for now she was content to sell the raw sap to the plant in town and make enough money to augment her savings and get through the winter.

Natalie  wanted to get an early start this morning as the buckets were most likely full to overflowing; she was hurriedly zipping and snapping her parka, when she heard the droning approach of an ATV.

I need one or two or three or six sentences to finish this tale.  I’ll work on it for next week . . . . . . (if the cue fits, wear it).

A six sentence story is a genre by itself, brought to us each week by Ivy at Uncharted.  Stop by to visit the link-up.







Six Sentence Story – Will

A six sentence story.  Any genre you said, right, Ivy Walker?



There once was a man named Will,

Who sat for hours on the window sill,

In his attempt to get up,

He found he was stuck,

And so he sits there still.

There once was a girl named Valerie,

Who decided to write limericks for salary,

Alas, she was bad,

Even though she gave it all she had,

So she asked to be excused, momentarily.

What do you think, click on the link.?


Random pre-writing thoughts:

Will you _________  Marry me?  Pass the potatoes please?

A Strong willed person – battle of wills.

A man named Will.

Reading of the Will – that surprising codicil.

Use your will to manipulate, control.



Six Sentence Story – Return



Mary Elizabeth had been waiting patiently every afternoon on the wide front porch.

Her arms around her knees, her head resting between them, her back propped up against the column on the side of the weathered grey steps.

Sometimes her Franny, her mom,  would come and sit with her, lowering herself in the somewhat rickety wicker rocker,  propping her feet up on the old steamer trunk, and they would stare up the road, as if their eyes could penetrate the emptiness and bring forth the desired image.

The  silence between them was palpable, each lost in her own thoughts  – Mary Elizabeth of the Daddy that used to swing her up on his shoulders and carry her around the house and make her laugh and laugh.

Franny mused of the man she loved and married, the man she began her adult life with, the man who up and left one day, said he’d be home soon.

Anger, regret, hope and desire fueled their thoughts, as they waited for his return.


A six sentence story is a snippet of words that tells a story and hopefully paints a picture in the mind of the reader.  Click on the meme to connect to the link that will take you to the Six Sentence Story (affectionately known as the SSS) link, sponsored each week by Ivy at Uncharted.





Six Sentence Story – Sink

Using the cue this week to post a six sentence story entitled, “Everything But The Kitchen Sink.”

A six sentence story shared from a new blog. The cue of the week is sink.

Using the cue this week to post a six sentence story entitled, “Everything But the Kitchen Sink.”


Everything But The Kitchen Sink

It was time to clean out the refrigerator, use those limp but salvageable vegetables lying in the big drawer at the bottom, the forgotten scallions, carrots and celery, on the edge of rot, hoping, with just the right ingredients, I could coax some good flavor and produce a family meal.

I pulled out my grandmother’s recipe for Hodgepodge Stew, instantly feeling the connection to that woman who served up pots and pots of the stuff to her boarders during the Great Depression.

I started by sauteeing the trinity – carrots, celery and onion -the staples and base of a good stew, heating the oil and adding the vegetables, waiting for the sizzle and the aroma to encapsulate my senses.

Grandma, I remembered, used what she had on hand – tomatoes, a bit of leftover meat, some thyme from the summer garden. I remember her standing by the stove, her yellow and purple flowered apron covering the green shirt-waist dress she always wore, her glasses sitting on the bulb of her nose, slightly fogged from the steam, stirring and talking about the “Old Days”, the “Great Depression” and tough times in the past, and how Hodgepodge stew filled many an empty belly back in the day.

I began to add the what we had, a few green beans, a slice or two of last night’s steak, the zucchini and tomatoes from the veggie dish my daughter likes so much, adding to the Hodgepodge, and feeling the nostalgia of my grandmother right beside me.



Linking up with Ivy at Uncharted with another incredible cue which she so creatively offers each week to pique the interests and spark the brains of would-be and accomplished writers who like to share.

Ten Things of Thankful – New

A new ten things of thankful

I am delighted to be sharing my ten things of thankful at a new location created by a new host from this new blog.  I’m looking at this change as the beginning of something new.

I am learning and navigating some new things this week – I published a six sentence story on my original Blogger blog and now I’ve started posting from this new WordPress (free) blog that I’ve just begun. (Thankful I am able to do this, albeit tentatively).

I’m a bit out of practice, but I’ll start with my family which is pretty much my categorically consistent item of thankfulness at any given moment on any given day.

Solve the Room
We recently got together to experience an escape room. We came so close to opening the last lock. It was nice to work together with a common mental purpose.
My hub and I recently celebrated 32 years of marriage and I am so thankful for the love and cooperation with my life partner.

After the escape room adventure we all celebrated the anniversary at a favorite family restaurant
I’m thankful for my health and a body that gets me where I want to go and is fit for most activities.  It’s important to me to stay mobile as I age.

I am thankful for the natural beauty all around me, from the snow topped trees to the nearby beach, it lifts my spirits.

A peek at the ocean on a calm winter day, over the sea wall

View from the house (where it is warm) across the yard to the back garage.
I’m thankful for inside warmth and car seat heaters.

I’m thankful for the knowledge and ability to make things with my hands.  I’ve begun a few crocheting projects recently.

Yarn and winter go together.
I’m thankful for my family, I already said that, but I’m thankful my first grandchild – a granddaughter – will be born in May.

I’m thankful for good friends.   Susie has been going through challenging times recently and I was glad I could provide her with a warm fire, some soup and some support and conversation.  Funny thing about good friends, they support you in your challenges just as much as you are there to offer yours.

And coffee.  I am thankful for coffee in the morning, just the way I like it.  Dark roast, with milk and sweetener, through a straw.

So get your thankful on and keep it there.  Winter turns me cold and hard.  I have images of someone ripping out my heart and replacing it with the icicles of frozen tears, but being grateful somehow melts the angst and warms the soul.



I’ll be working on getting rid of those words Text Widget on the side as I learn to navigate better.