Thursday, August 17, 2017

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Post 1582. Thursday August 17

Six Sentence Stories





This place is mine, my special place where seeds become saplings, saplings trees.

From here I watch, I observe and listen to sounds, relaxing sounds and eerie sounds, thunder and deafening silence.

I see fish leaping, animals scurrying, birds swooping and people being people.

I watch couples embracing, arguing, standing back to back, walking apart or worse.

When I close my eyes stories act out before me, stories of love, of hope; stories of despair.

This place is mine, it's where I create, from where I write and when I choose, share.



At this week's Six Sentence Stories the cue word is Mine

To read my Friday Fictioneers story 'Boozie Bathing' click HERE

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18 comments:

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    1. Indeed we do, especially when a difficult prompt turns up!

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  2. You have that special artist's place within.

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    1. It's where my stories come from. Thanks mimi.

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  3. I especially like the beginning, to think of a special place of one's own.

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  4. My mostly glass house does provide my window on the world.

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  5. We all need that special place, even if it is a state of mind and not a physical space. Nice six!

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  6. Lovely! All of us need that me space.

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    1. We do and forme it's the place I find my stories. Thanks Reena

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  7. Great take on the prompt. Everyone should have their own special place to turn to. Sometimes you just need to experience your own thing.

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    1. Indeed, a private place from which to watch the world from a distance and let your mind run free. Thanks so much.

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