Overworked on the Turn

“Turn at the third left just past the old barn.” Her words echo in my mind. 

I wearily watch the road only to find a turnabout with multiple left turns.  My mind reminds me she’s always been a turncoat.  I have cleaned up her messes and hidden the bodies enough to be overworked. 

The red and blue lights tell me that am at the right place and turning her in was way too easy. 

Beware when you overwork the wrong person. 

Part of two challenges

Six Sentence Stories 

The cue is TURN

six sentences,any genre, hop around, link yours up too , have fun!

& The daily post ” Overworked ”


<a href="https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/overworked/">Overworked</a>

Unre’mark’able Reunion 

The cue fur the week…”Mark Twain or what Mark?”

https://unchartedblogdotorg.wordpress.com/2016/12/21/welcome-to-six-sentence-stories-36/

She looks at me, then through me,  finally past me.

“The reports of my death have been grossly exaggerated.”  I respond to the question of what has happened to me not asked yet.  

The reaction to my surprise return is not as pleasent as I hoped. 

She looks away.and let’s the words slip  “You are what almost killed me, but it made me stronger.”

“All you need in this life is ignorance and confidence.” I have lost the vibe I came here with.   “You are well represented.”

I Saw the Light – Six Sentence Stories 

The horizon stretches across a green valley neatly kept in place by rugged mountains.  The sun light streams into the bowl of evergreens leaving a haziness in the dustance.  Rough granite tears up the ground to show rough edges that sparkle.  

A solitary figure watches nature’s enlightenment.  A quick step and a log gives way careening to the valley.  

Star light dances within the head of the hiker as boulders break his fall.

Stars – Six Sentence Stories 

This week’s cue was STAR

SIX SENTENCES…no more, no less

ANY GENRE

LINK IT UP

HOP AROUND

HAVE FUN!

Details at https://unchartedblogdotorg.wordpress.com/2016/10/05/its-the-six-sentence-story/

The cold blackness of space rained down on Prospectors Mountain.  The early fall night stilled by the moonless night.   The stats burned deep set into the sky.  Tall pines reach up to try touching them. 

Two stars looked down and reached back.   A steady vibration slide through the air as both glowing orbs landed to wake up the night. 

Market – Six Sentence Stories

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This week’s cue word is, ‘Market.’ Use it any way you like. Use it in any genre you see fit. Use it in six sentences, no more, no less, please.

“The Garnet Market has been in continuously open since 1743!” I read the sign with Emerald green with heavy garnet colored letters.

“Yep, been here all expect those war years.”  The name tag says Mr Garnet.

I would imagine getting food for sale was hard when the government is rationing things.”  I smile at the guy who could be hundred, hundred and fifty years old.

“We close to collect blood during wars!”  He looks through me as he talks.

“I guess someone had to do that to during a war.” I feel the need to talk.

“Nothing draws us out like blood, you know.” His reply accompanied by a flash of a fang.

Drill in the Knee

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Here at Uncharted we always welcome the guest with a random cue. This week is no different. Straight to you from Red Neck Latte Ravings, is the cue word DRILL.

And I believe most of you know said drill
Six sentences no more no less
Use the cue word in any fashion you like
Write in any genre that tickles your fancy
Link up your little piece of genius and hop around to read a few more
Make sure you have fun in the process

It was the knee.  The feeling of sheer terror was burnt into my soul as paralysis set in.  I knew struggling to try to stand was foolish but you were waiting to leave the door open.  The sliding feeling that hope would drain like blood. I can always hear a drill.  I remember your hand pushing it into my knee from behind.

New Order

Six…six, sentences…not five, not seven….six please.
But feel free to use any genre you like when using the cue word ORDER.
HOP AROUND…READING…PERHAPS LEAVING SOME WISDOM BEHIND IN THE COMMENTS
https://unchartedblogdotorg.wordpress.com/2016/06/22/six-sentence-stories-6/

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His steel gaze fixes on the crowd awaiting enlightenment.   Precise columns separate the audience into a fractured Picasso like rainbow.   His stance, his words, his vision washes up on the Sands of time mixed with driftwood, flotsam and jetsam of past wounds.

It’s always the right hand that leads the descent into darkness. This time in the form of a simple wave of acknowledgement.

“Friends, today we bring a new world order in which tomorrow becomes a better day for all”

Stacked Deck

Written as part of a challenge called six sentence stories, https:// unchartedblogdotorg.wordpress.com/2016/06/13/six-sentence-cue-thanks-val/
The cue word is deck.
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“He really isn’t playing with a full deck!” Simon screams and tightens the grip on
the knife.

“Simon calm your ass down!” Jason yells back.

“Dude, had sixty thousand and it’s gone…” Simon is threatening the air with the blade.

“He’s my cousin, and blood is ticker than water.” Jason slides a second knife from behind, between the ribs into the heart.

Stalled

https://unchartedblogdotorg.wordpress.com/2016/06/01/stalled/

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Welcome to six sentence stories!

Rules?

six sentences, no more, no less

any genre

use this weeks cue in any way you like… the cue is stall

link up below

hop around
She looks across a table, much like for the last nine years.  Tonight was going to be special he promised, and Lily was waiting to collect or else.  The whirlwind romance made for a stable and loving relationship but it was still two people living as two people.  The biological clock was ticking very loud and the alarm and the midnight hour were close at hand.

Halfway through dinner, Greg makes his move handing her a bag without a ring.  She makes her move out the door shortly after.

Check it Out

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SIX SENTENCE STORY
OOPS TURNS OUT IT’S A REPEAT!

OH WELL! NO PROBLEM. IT’S A RETURN TO THE FIRST WEEK OF SSS ON UNCHARTED

WITH THE CUE WORD

CHECK

Derails for challenge at Https://unchartedblogdotorg.files.wordpress.com/2015/07/unnamed-43.jpg

“Wait, I’ll go check on the kitties.” I walk down the hall to the rescue babies.

The checkered blanket in the box, rolls around like a machine.  My mind sees babies wrestling together, rough housing as babies do.  Lifting a corner of the blanket, three adorable sets of eyes look at me. Pipe cleaner tails stand on end.  Across their faces bits of a checkbook turned cat toy.