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
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Beautiful and serene!
ReplyDeleteThank you moon
DeleteEveryone needs that place
ReplyDeleteIndeed we do, especially when a difficult prompt turns up!
DeleteYou have that special artist's place within.
ReplyDeleteIt's where my stories come from. Thanks mimi.
Delete'cellent Six, yo
ReplyDeleteCheers bro'
DeleteI especially like the beginning, to think of a special place of one's own.
ReplyDeleteWe all need somewhere.
DeleteMy mostly glass house does provide my window on the world.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds delightful! Thanks Denise
DeleteWe all need that special place, even if it is a state of mind and not a physical space. Nice six!
ReplyDeleteIndeed we do. Thanks Deborah
DeleteLovely! All of us need that me space.
ReplyDeleteWe do and forme it's the place I find my stories. Thanks Reena
DeleteGreat take on the prompt. Everyone should have their own special place to turn to. Sometimes you just need to experience your own thing.
ReplyDeleteIndeed, 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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