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I will do a roundup post each Saturday (or Sunday if I run out of time!). So please be sure to participate before time runs out! I can’t wait to read your stories. 😀 I hope that you’ll be back for next week’s Six Word Story Prompt. Have fun! Thank you for participating. Until next week, folks!
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If you’ve got six words to contribute to this week’s theme for the prompt, head on over to Shweta’s page to add your creative child to the mix. I know this topic will more than likely birth/spark several discussions or bring out the most creative parts of ourselves. Have fun, folks!
Winter sneaks in, draped in drama, hands on heavy hips, waiting to cover us in dysfunction.
I know I won’t say anything when I see her today, but I’ll want to. And she won’t say anything–I’m the expressive one when it comes to “such a time as this.”
We’re feeding off of cold energy–trying to warm our hearts, both too afraid of being hurt–it’s just around the corner, yet we’re holding on.
The Emotions’ “What Do the Lonely Do at Christmas” comes on and tears stream down my face. How can you listen to this song and not feel something?
The air outside sends a chill to my bones that is indescribable. I am frosty–winterfied by jealous winds and made stoic in the presence of God’s season.
“You have too many periods in that one statement for me to feel comfortable about your reply” she tells me as she reads my response to her asking me not to hate her for picking up another shift that cuts our time in half, and I read and reread the statement, and the only thing I can come up with is, “I don’t know why you’re uncomfortable. I place periods where they belong. It’s grammatically correct.”
My spectrum brain didn’t see the coldness of it–the short-and-to-the-pointness of it, and I have to remind her sometimes it’s best I communicate verbally because word of mouth in written form can be misconstrued.
We agree it’s our emotions taking over . . . we care too much not to care at all, and this season always finds us tugging war with ourselves and the battles are many.
I am fighting for more than peace and strength. I am fighting to be understood by a world that may never understand me but it hurts so much more when she tries and she can’t, either.
Happy Winter Solstice, beautiful people! I’ll be spending this day with someone very near & dear to me. I hope all of you will get the chance to do the same.
Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?
I will do a roundup post each Saturday (or Sunday if I run out of time!). So please be sure to participate before time runs out! I can’t wait to read your stories. 😀 I hope that you’ll be back for next week’s Six Word Story Prompt. Have fun! Thank you for participating. Until next week, folks!
P.S: If you have any doubts/suggestions, please don’t hesitate to reach out. The comments section is all yours! P.P.S: Use the tag 6WSP and don’t forget topingback to this post!
Another great theme from Shweta, for this week’s six word story prompt! My contribution is about someone I care for and love very much. I can feel them around me; their entire presence is so palpable and evident, I do not need to see them for them to be near. Let that marinate for a bit, you’ll get it.
Care to join in for this week’s six word story prompt, too?!
we’re living in the last days of working together and both of us are losing peace, but we don’t want to admit it.
she thinks my leaving would cause me to gravitate toward another or forget her or let go of what we’ve built, and I’m shouting from the highest of heights that this is false.
we are connected in a way that cannot be damaged. she knows this–holding on makes her feel like she’s letting go. “We are so much more than work-related. This environment doesn’t define us.”
and she sees, then hears those words, but fear is still a marker I have to fight. “I say what I mean, and I mean what I say. We will still be us.”
I know insecurity lies in the depths of her beating heart and at the base of her troubled mind, but I’m giving her my word.
“You can’t say I haven’t kept my word. For as long as you’ve known me, I have never disappointed you.” she admits the truth of this, yet I still have to kick through past culprits to show her I am who I say I am.
tomorrow is a day we don’t want to see. there are mixed feelings, but an inkling of happiness caresses my heart. I am changing even though I’m scared to death. I am moving on from a place I’ve known for years . . .
and she thinks the gravity of the intensity of this change will move me away from her, too. try as I might, I can only do what I have been doing.
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