Final Destination

Today’s six sentence story is late, and if you read it, you will get an idea of why.   Follow our narrator who is just trying to have something good happen today, when life seems to want to get in the way.  This one is based on the word truck.

If you had asked me this morning where I was going to end up, I can guarantee you one thing, and that is that this wouldn’t have been on my list, let alone my top ten.

I started the day fresh, clear, a little optimistic, and then reality decided to hit me like a truck, not a little fancy city truck, I mean like the one from that movie carrying logs, ready to mess you up.

I tried to carry on, to wear the smile, do the work, but the impending doom, impending, because doom was announced, for maybe later, for some people, could be you, maybe not, and it was worse than just getting it over with right then and there.

Customer service didn’t help the situation, because yes, we did lock your account, because it wasn’t secure, no it wasn’t breached, we just didn’t like your password, so we locked it, and had it time out every time you tried to fix it, but you can get a free upgrade.

Oh, well, yes, it’s actually worse hardware and service, but it’s shiny, new, lacking in all the features you use regularly, and it’s the exact same thing the other guy is offering, but we pride ourselves on our service, well, not in your area, it does seem to be in a bit of a dead zone, isn’t it.

The day couldn’t be all bad though, if only I could try and get this arithmetically challenged person to stop trying to explain to me how my math is wrong, when it isn’t, I could even get a chance to write a story for my weekly challenge before I go to bed and do it all again tomorrow, but it probably will have to wait till next week…


Not Prince Charming…

This week’s six sentence story is inspired by the word of the week FORGE. At first I thought metal, blacksmithing, because I have done that, and then I went in a completely different direction, specifically forgery. Follow our narrator as they look for love, and have some interesting experiences with online dating. While it isn’t exactly fluff, this one is a lot lighter than my usual entries, so enjoy without warnings.

I was young, okay looking, smart, and I had a bit of a warped sense of humor, but I was starting to wonder what was wrong with me that I attracted this kind of guy.

I had three friends review my profile after the second foot fetishist, because while I roll with your kink is not my kink and that’s okay, I had to know if there was something seriously wrong there, that was giving out a vibe that I was into the weird dudes.

My mom said I just had too high of standards, that I was looking for the perfect Disney prince, but since I had never given her the full story, she didn’t know that my last few dates had included an unemployed mime, a guy who used me as a ride downtown for a job interview, and a guy who apparently only took the date because he thought my hobby of painting would somehow translate into me being able to forge travel documents for him.

Today’s prospect chewed with his mouth open, not like a little while covering it with his hand as he spoke, I mean there was food actually falling out of his mouth, back onto his plate, and the ease at which he scooped it back in let me know that this was a fairly common occurrence.

I tried to mask my horror, but something must have shown, because my waiter told me I had an urgent call, and since no one knew that I was here, I had either obtained a stalker, or this was a kind generous soul who was trying to rescue me from having to find my own way to wriggle out of the date from hell.

Our eyes met as I went to thank him near the door, and it was like a scene in a movie where time just seems to stand still, then rush by all at once, my date yelling across the restaurant to see if everything was okay, so I fled the scene with a phone number in my hand, a promise of better dates to come.


Despite how it may read, I have no issues with online dating, though one of these men is based on a real online dating experience a friend had, I will let you guess which one.


Hello hello and welcome to this week’s response to the Girlontheedge’s prompt CONCEQUENCES. There are consequences to our actions and this week’s narrator was willing to face what was coming to them, and got quite the surprise. Follow our non-gender specific narrator, as they explain how they go to where they are today, and why they made the decisions that they did. You may want to check the tags for triggers if last week’s squicked to, as this piece could be a follow-up.

I stood there, numb, in the wake of the verdict being read, too number to cheer at my good fortune, too numb to flinch from the wailing accusations of a mother saying I took away her baby, and it felt like all I did was blink my eyes and the courtroom was empty save me and my lawyer.

In my wildest dreams I had never expected this ending, when I bought the gun, I knew that there would be consequences to my actions, but I did it anyway, and so I never thought to make a plan for after.

The gun was registered to my name, purchased for only one purpose, I didn’t even learn how to shoot, because I knew that I would do it up close, and even someone who has never held a gun before can hit the target at point blank range.

I didn’t run after I did it, just stood there, waiting for the police, watching him die, knowing it was over, that he couldn’t hurt anyone else the way he had hurt her, and I felt free for the first time since I found her bruised and broken after the attack.

I let my lawyer choose the strategy, not-guilty by reason of temporary insanity, a parade of experts displayed before I sat on the stand telling the story of my sister, how he killed her, how I felt he had killed her, how she wasn’t dead but she wasn’t herself until she ended it after the judge read not guilty, how it wasn’t just her but there wasn’t enough evidence, and that I couldn’t live in a world where he walked free to do it again, because he would do it again, they always did.

My lawyer was smiling, jury nullification, he called it, them knowing that I did it, but in knowing why they understood, choosing not to charge me, and I knew I should have been happy with that, with being free, but I also knew that there was a mother mourning a son as I result of my actions, making the sweet taste of victory turn to ash on my tongue.

This Year, I’m Me

This story is this week’s response to the weekly picture prompt challenge on the Writer’s Mess, and it heralds in the beginning of a new year.  Follow our narrator, as they celebrate New Year’s, and pull a full on Whoville moment where they understand it’s not at all about WHAT you have.

They couldn’t have fireworks, not within city limits, and even if they could, it wasn’t really in the budget.  They were sharing a three-bedroom apartment with five people, and they were small bedrooms. 

It was perfect though, they could be themselves here in this place, where their room barely fit a twin bed, and a good stretch would end with broken fingers.

It was better than the room they used to have, that was bigger than the entire apartment, and filled with the best of everything.  Everything from the carpet to the curtains in shades of pink, and closet filled with dresses for a girl that wasn’t who they were.

Here they could be who they were, be named as they were, and that made the small overcrowded space more of a home than that place where she used to live.

Here there weren’t fireworks, there were dollar store sparklers held out the window to keep the fire alarm from going off, and it was the beginning to a new year, a new life, more than they ever could have hoped for.

I will probably be taking a bit of a step back now in the New Year.  I have two courses, as well as some personal projects that I am working on.  I am going to try and keep up with Six-Sentence story, but it is more likely that I will just be doing biweekly short stories, and biweekly short fiction. I am still kicking though, so don’t go anywhere, because I will be back on full time before you know it!