Who, me?

This week’s six sentence story is based on the word of the week YELLOWBELLY, which I managed to shoehorn into these six sentences twice.  This one is about our narrator trying to talk their way out of a sticky situation, which is a complete misunderstanding and doing whatever it take to escape.  I hope you enjoy, and that you get the reference inside. Also PRIDE MONTH STARTS TOMORROW!!!

If you had asked me last week, I would not have said myself to be a coward, and truthfully, I would have said the same thing three minutes ago, but then he walked up.

The man had a good two feet on me, was the kind of big that blocked out the sun, and he was angrier than any person I ever did see.

I started with truth, reason, logic, because I was not actually the man he was looking for, had no idea who Lenore was, and definitely had not been sleeping with her, but he was not going for it.

He demanded satisfaction, whereas I mostly wanted to demand a new set of trousers, and there was no way for me to get help before he pummeled me with fists the size of my head.

I was no fighter, so I yelled the first thing that came to mind, “WHOA, LOOK, a Yellowbelly Sapsucker,” pointed behind him, and took advantage of the distraction to make a break for it.

I ran faster than I had ever ran before in my life, and when I was finally safe, it took about ten minutes on google to discover that it was in fact a yellow-bellied sapsucker, but in reality, I had used a half remembered cartoon to save my yellowbelly self.


Neon Dreaming

Hello Hello and Welcome to this week’s six-sentence story, based on the word CAROUSEL. I went about 16 dark places with this, and yes, apparently the word can inspire some pretty good horror, but instead I went to a slightly different place, well a dream really. It’s a bit odd, but for once no warnings apply, so I hope you enjoy!

Sometimes when I am dreaming, there is a moment when I realise that this is a dream, and usually that is when I decide to wake up, because the possibility that I might be late overwhelms my desire to try lucid dreaming.

Tonight, for the first time I had kept going onwards, and exploring the increasingly unrealistic dreamscape my mind had created, which was something akin to a rainforest, if the rainforest was coloured by a child with only neon paints.

The most unrealistic part of it all was the complete lack of heat or humidity, the entire place was perfectly temperate in a way I rarely experienced, though I thought I must have overdone it yesterday, because the pain in my legs could be felt in the dream as I walked along.

I laughed aloud when I figured out that I was dreaming of Faerie, and while it was strange that this is how I had conjured it, because this is not how I had imagined it, the increasing number of mushroom circles I had seen definitely pointed in that direction.

I wondered absently if they all went to different places, were they like single use portals, a fountain alternative, but it was only as I bit into the apple that I didn’t notice myself picking, the tart juice bringing my taste buds the life, that the whole place came into focus in a way that made me suddenly terrified.

I tried to wake up, but to no avail, my mind spinning with a carousel of thoughts, that kept coming back round to hit me with the unescapable truth, that this was not a dream, I had eaten the food in Faerie, and I would never be able to go home again.

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.