Six Sentence Stories – The Contract

Hector’s hand hovered above the paperwork, unmoving, uncooperative, disobedient to the urging in his mind.

He knew the contract was bad from the start and he never should have started the project; no one agrees to terms like these, but when a man is just desperate enough he’ll agree to anything. Well, almost anything…there are some things even the most corrupt of men cannot bring themselves to do and he was grateful to have dodged that bullet.

 

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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 always did and he felt her touch on his arm, felt her calm, quiet strength move across his skin, through his veins, and into his heart, giving him the courage he needed to leave.

 

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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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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.

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If I Were a Crayon…

Today Kidzilla makes her guest post writing debut on the blog.

I asked her to help me out with the prompt for this week’s Finish the Sentence Friday post because I was stumped. She’s a budding little writer and, even better, she knows how to edit herself, which she did before she let me post this. What follows is completely her story, from the mouth of babes, as they say, accompanied by her own illustration. I served only as transcriptionist. 

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If I were a crayon, my color would be blue. I would be colored with to death because a lot of people use blue to color things like the sky, shirts and pants, all sorts of clothing, water, and the blue part in rainbows and the screens of technology.

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Six Sentence Stories – The Lie, Part 2

The scope of his ignorance was stultifying.

Jack could not have been more unprepared for what awaited him outside the relative safety of the shuttle…the unbearable heat, the desolate landscape, the suffocating oppressive atmosphere that made breathing practically impossible. He wouldn’t have to worry about anything else killing him if the very act of his own breathing strangled him and brought him one inhalation closer to death every few seconds. But even more terrifying was the acrid and overpowering stench that raped his nostrils as he took each suicidal breath – the stench of his own burning flesh.

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Immediately Jack realized everything the dead men calculated and assumed about conditions here was wrong – dead wrong – and there was no way to rewind for a second opinion, no way to protect against the inevitable disintegration of his corporal self while his mind remained intact and aware. This has to be the  worst possible way to die, he thought to himself as he moved a few painful steps forward, unaware that before long he would wish for the relative comfort of this burning self sacrifice.

Missed part one? Read “The Lie” here.

Want more? Read “The Lie, Part 3” here.

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Six SentenceThis has been a Six Sentence Story.

Each week, the lovely Ivy Walker hosts a link-up challenging writers to spin a tale in six sentences – no more, no less. Click on the link right here to find out more and link your own post. While you’re there, click on the blue frog button to find more stories from some wonderful storytellers.

This week’s prompt was RANGE.

In editing, I opted to remove the word “range” and substitute “scope” simply because I liked how it sounded better.  Creative license.

Six Sentence Stories – The Lie

He almost never thought about Earth anymore.

There was no point, since you could hardly even call it a planet now, he thought as he caught sight of what remained drifting into view at the corner of his window, shadowed against the backdrop of blazing swirls of vermilion, persimmon, marigold that would complete its inevitable destruction – a destruction set in motion by a galactic bump, a shove from a celestial bully with no regard for the inequity of challenging a smaller and weaker body. The dead men had lied when they promised to go back after a few months; they knew there was no reason to return because nothing and no one could have survived and even if by some miracle anyone had, it was unreasonable to think they could still be alive now after so many years.

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He eased the wearisome craft closer to the smoldering surface, settling her on what he hoped was solid rock, unfastened his harness, and prepared to leave. He was more than under-equipped for an excursion like this, especially alone, but with no one left in the station and no hope of finding anyone here, did it matter? He urged the rusted hatch open, walked a few careful steps, then stopped, slapped in the face by the unmistakable smell of fresh, burning flesh.

Want more? Read part 2 of “The Lie” here.

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This has been a Six Sentence Story.

Each week, the lovely Ivy Walker hosts a link-up challenging writers to spin a tale in six sentences – no more, no less. Click on the link right here to find out more and link your own post. While you’re there, click on the blue frog button to find more stories from some wonderful storytellers.

This week’s prompt was LIE.

My Husband challenged me to try writing a little science fiction this week. The result is definitely a “little” science fiction – this is Six Sentence Stories, after all…

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