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Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and Sunday’s prompt word reveal for Six Sentence Stories!
I am never not amazed at the enormous potential in the act of writing. And yet, I’ll acknowledge it is (to me), a daunting task. And yet, it contains the potential to be a most enjoyable exercise. As in any endeavor we undertake, be it learning a new instrument, taking voice lessons or learning the art of origami, it is in the consistent doing of a thing that paves the way for achieving better proficiency if that is our goal. At Six Sentence Stories, we have a vehicle by which to improve our writing skills or simply a place to have fun. Today, we extend an invitation to share your stories and adventures, poetry and musings, new chapter in your serial story or some good old fashioned soc using the prompt word below. Write 6 and only…

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge April 29 by rugby843

Upon the plate lay many things
my eyes could not perceive
Round and raw is what I saw

Beside the plate lay two long sticks lovely wooden pieces for my hair
To cool my neck I twisted up

My long curly hair upon
the top of my head and slid
the sticks deftly into my locks

Then a gasp arose within the place
a scream from the kitchen ensued
Patrons stood to see the ruckus there

Sadly I can not say how dinner
was that day as I was promptly
asked to leave the establishment

Fear not though as all is well the sticks I did retrieve and use them daily in my long gray hair

नई उम्मीद नए हौंसलों ने दस्तक दी है
आज फ़िर नए एक साल ने दस्तक दी है

कहती है मुझसे कदम मिला कर चल
समय की नई एक चाल ने दस्तक दी है

रोकते हैं मुझे पुरज़ोश तमाम ग़म पुराने
पुराने फ़िर एक मलाल ने दस्तक दी है

क्या है अनखुले दरवाज़े की दूसरी तरफ
हिम्मत कर एक सवाल ने दस्तक दी है

नहीं तोड़ेंगें इस बार तेरा ऐतबार “अमित”
फ़िर उम्मीद-ए-विसाल ने दस्तक दी है

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Reena’s Xploration Challenge #228

In the Cream song ‘Swlabr’ aka She Was Like A Bearded Rainbow, a girl spends her days with this man, but returns to her husband at night.  Eventually the husband kicks his cheating wife to the curb, so she runs crying to the other guy and asks him to take care of her, because she doesn’t want to be on her own.  She realizes that she left some pictures behind when she moved out, so she goes back to where her husband is to get them.  Her husband gives her all the pictures that she requested, but he has drawn moustaches on a lot of them to make her look like Hitler.  Some of her photographs were decorated with beards, devil horns/tail, blacked-out teeth, spiky hair and one even had an arrow going through her head.

Her new partner was much more mature, and he was able to accept that…

The theme is“Assortment”

The image given above is your prompt for the week. Write whatever comes to mind.

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A tray presented with an assortment of things on it
Things big and small
Things similar and different 
Things related and unrelated 
You get a choice to pick some, reject others
To embrace a few and shun the others 
Life is that tray of assorted choices 
We by our circumstances are forced into some choices 
Why we pick or reject something, is sometimes fated
Sometimes we have the autonomy to make this choice by free will 
Whatever we end up with on our plate
Is then what we have to make the best of
For we cannot go back and demand a different choice 
Gladly accepting our lot is one important key
To have a life free of regrets

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Written for RXC # 228, hosted by Reena

#Keepitalive

Day 29 of NaPoWriMo…one day to go and its over….

Love Was There

in an array of crowd i look for you
i look for your smile that obviously brightens my day
even in a room filled with massive people i still hear your voice that sends a loving signal into my heart
and oh, dear i smell you in every single perfume there is in the room.

and, i wonder.

even with the intriguing, interesting conversations i have i want a conversation with you, only you; for i felt more connection talking to you
i felt it especially in between our pauses and silence
i felt the agonizing need to say more, to talk more
i felt the excruciating pain of the need to say out loud why i want you, you of all the people around.

and, i wonder.

people come and people go, some we may have…