Six Sentence Stories – Take My Hand
“That is why a man leaves his father and mother and clings to his wife, and the two of them become one body.” He sat in the pew, staring, listening, recalling those words read from the pulpit on his own wedding day, his bride standing next to him in the same spot where the young couple…
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TToT – Catching Up, Transitions, and Change
I can’t help but think lately that life is a constant string of transitions. We spend most of our lives moving from one phase to another: from youth to adulthood, from school to work, from one relationship to another, from one job to another…our movement is constant and sure. That’s not to say that we…
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Celebrating One Year of Compassion – A #1000Speak Post
I want to tell you a story. It’s a simple story – very short, truly sweet. It’s the story of a little girl who saw someone in need and acted with compassion. This little girl was on the school recess yard with a friend, playing whatever things little girls do on the school recess yard at lunchtime.…
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Six Sentence Stories – The Call
He stood at the edge of the field, thinking about what he must do, but focused on her. “What you’re doing is right,” she assured him, “and don’t ever believe anything different.” Here in the earliest moments of day the breeze lifted her hair, suspending the auburn tresses in flight against a golden dawn. She smiled the way she…
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TToT – Wants, Needs, and Practicality
It is not always possible to do or get what you want. Sure, that would be nice, wouldn’t it? To be able to do exactly what you want to do when you want to do it? To be able to have anything you want right when you desire it? Sounds awesome, doesn’t it? Maybe. But then…
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Six Sentence Stories – The Lie, Part 4
“Don’t move!” she growled more than spoke. Coming from inside the black helmet, her voice was different…harsher, older, and more gravelly than he remembered, but Jack knew with every searing nerve ending in his body that it could only be her.
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TToT/FTSF Mashup – For These Things We Are Thankful
It’s Sunday night and my link-up posts aren’t finished. I’ve spent the last several days alternating between wishing I could come up with something terrifically profound and hoping I just get something on the page and completely forgetting that I need to write the thing in the first place. It’s not that I don’t feel…
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Six Sentence Stories – The Lie, Part 3
Jack moved slowly, painfully forward across the charred earth, sensing he was not alone; he could feel eyes trained upon him, watching his pathetic uneven progress. A sound – was that breathing behind him? a heartbeat? No…only the sound of his own blood pounding in his ears.
