The cue fur the week…”Mark Twain or what Mark?”
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.”
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.
This week’s cue was STAR
SIX SENTENCES…no more, no less
LINK IT UP
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.
This weeks cue is puff!
The time in which something happens is relative to what happens simultaneously. An event of great anticipation takes place in a series of still images. Each image holding breath of the participants hostage until the next piece of life flashes before us.
Then it’s gone! The surrounding fire meant very little until it consumed a car with a lottery ticket that ended with at least three good numbers. Puff it’s gone
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.
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
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”
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.
“He really isn’t playing with a full deck!” Simon screams and tightens the grip on
“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.
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
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.
six sentences-no more-no less, any genre, any use of the cue word ADDRESS, link up at above link, hop around
Her foul mood was apparent when she darkened the room.
“Watch how you are addressing me!” Rings out to all.
“Ma’am. We need your street address on the form here, right next to your signature.” The receptionist doesn’t flinch.
“Well I have wrote the whole Gettysburg Address on that form already! I’ll address an envelope and you can send a check for my wasted time here.” Her temper seeps into everyone’s skin.
THE CUE IS RIGHT
six sentences, no more, no less
use the link however you see fit
come back and link up with the big blue froggie (It stays open until TUES A.M.)
hop around and soak up the sentences
“It was my right, I tell you! Noone should ever have to go through what we went through here. Now you tell me I’m not the victim!” My gun lies before me still warm.
“Sir, you shot an unarmed man seven times at point blank range.” The officer doesn’t notice a bloody baseball bat under the dead body.