The Key – A Six Sentence Story

Categories Self, Words

Jack opened his eyes, startled out of sleep by the intense brightness that stabbed at his eyelids.

The blinding whiteness surrounding him reminded Jack he was not in his bedroom and this was no simple hangover after a barroom brawl; it was much worse.

His body sharply reminded him of the ordeal he went through to get the key – an ordeal he knew was important, even if he didn’t quite understand why. He struggled to rise from the cot and drag himself across the room toward a black spot – the keyhole – suspended in the center of the room on a segment of floating wall.

As he inserted the key and turned, the sound of slamming doors immediately filled the space, bewildering Jack for a few moments until he realized it wasn’t doors at all – it was the sound of the walls slamming together as the room folded in upon itself.

Jack covered his head and heard someone – maybe himself – cry out, and when the noise finally stopped, found himself standing in a sprawling meadow, the sun warming his aching body.


Each week, the lovely and talented Ivy Walker hosts a link-up challenging writers to spin a tale in six sentences – no more, no less. 

This week’s cue is KEY.

Click on the link right here to link your own post and read more Six Sentence Stories from some wonderful storytellers.

Lisa A. Listwa is a self-employed writer with experience in education, publishing, and the martial arts. Believing there was more to life than punching someone else’s time clock and inspired by the words of Henry David Thoreau, she traded her life as a high school educator for a life as a writer and hasn’t looked back. She is mother to one glorious handful of a daughter, wife to the nicest guy on the planet, and reluctant but devoted owner of three Rotten Cats. You can find her adventures and thoughts on living life deliberately here on the blog.

22 thoughts on “The Key – A Six Sentence Story

    1. Hi, Deborah.
      Not really. I have used my Jack character several times (and I do have a continuing story on my blog about him – if you search for “The Lie” you’ll find it), but this is a stand-alone. Maybe. 😉

  1. You certainly took us on a trip with this story. I thought Jack was going to be crushed, but then found himself in a delightful meadow. Nice twist.

  2. agree (with everyone else) engaging and visual. (and I do loves me that visual thing where the words become pictures, all by theysleves.)*

    *uh… just practicing, you know, you can never practice too much? lol

    good Six, yo

  3. I want to know more about the meadow. If he were prone on the grass instead of standing I would think that he had been dreaming, but this seems to be another dimension SSS. Very intriguing.

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