I thought it would be fun to see if it was possible to write a story in no more than six sentences. This is what I come up with…
The Wrong Path :
He stood at the crossroads at the tender age of seventeen where, as predicted, he had received his first criminal record. He could have walked to the left and stayed on its disastrous path, ending up just another statistical drain on today’s society. But he chose the path to the right, working hard to reclaim his dignity and self respect. He cherished this path, gaining a rewarding job, loving girlfriend and loyal friends. He awoke on the day of his 22nd birthday not knowing that today he would be honoured a hero. Today he would rescue the life of a young child from a burning building, sacrificing his own life in the process.
NOW, it’s your turn. I want to read your 6 sentence stories. Good luck!
A very interesting idea Donna. There are many writers who should have been restricted to six sentences. I’m very pleased that you’re not among them. ;-). This is an excellent example of brevity, with an unexpected twist. I’m sure that if I attempted a six sentence story it would run to several pages.
Still, I may just have a try anyway.
Cheers, James.
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James, you’d better give it a try! Use your ‘Easy’ poem. That is brilliant 😀 (and thanks for the compliment).
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Looks like a movie story 🙂
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Hi Donna loved your six sentence story, not so sure about this one but here is my effort.
Walking along I notice the pencil, on the floor. I feel compelled to pick it up and it feels right sitting in my hand, I get the need to write. The pencil flows across the paper, ideas flood my mind, this feels good. Without realising it the page is suddenly full, this will need careful editing.I’m surprised as I read through, so many ideas all in a short space of time. I say a silent thank you to the person who dropped the pencil, at the same moment I realise why I write.
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I really like this, can you write another?
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I love your six sentence story. What a great idea. I want to give this some thought before I respond with my six sentences. All the best.
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I know I am going to love what you write – just like I always do. I think I will set you a time limit, seeing as you are a professional and all. You have until Sunday evening (your time) — no pressure 😀
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Love it – and enjoyed Kens too. Shall not attempt one myself quite yet – maybe later! Jx
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Julie, you’d better 😀
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Man got up ,walked dog, got mugged, went to hospital,family visited him,
then died ,The end
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I love your outlook on life Spencer 😀 — But this is only one sentence lol.
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Hi Donna, I couldn’t post ‘Easy’ as an entry in your six sentence story feature, as it’s a poem. But here is my contribution. I hope you enjoy it. Kind regards, James.
Six Sentence Story
By James Rainsford
Surprise Encounter
She perched alone at the hotel bar on a high chrome stool, her long blonde hair cascading down her flawless back like a waterfall of golden rain, reflecting the bar lights like twinkling stars and possessing the mind of Randy Masters with the hopeful dream she may be his.
Attired in a perfectly tailored backless cream silk mini dress, her long shapely legs ended with her small delicate feet encased in a pair of scarlet Jimmy Choo stilettos, so outrageously erotic, that Randy was finding it difficult to breath.
She was a vision of such desirability that as Randy drained the last drops of his gin and tonic and rose to approach her, his mouth immediately became as dry a sheet of sandpaper in microwave.
He suavely mounted the vacant stool next to her perfect form and experienced a delicious moment of panic and foolish expectation as she slowly turned to confront his unexpected arrival.
He was left momentarily speechless by her intense beauty, her perfume exuded an intoxicating aroma of sexual promise and with his heart now beating so rapidly he thought it would burst through his chest, he summoned the last of his rapidly failing courage as he said, ‘Good evening beautiful, my name’s Randy, you are so stunningly attractive that I would like permission to buy you a drink.’
For Randy, time seemed to stop as she studied him with her intensely attractive azure eyes, before finally replying in an unexpectedly deep and husky Australian accent, ‘Well, hi Randy, I’m Bruce, and I’d love another pint of Fosters.’
©James Rainsford 2010
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Like this idea as a way to get things moving along if there is a bit of writers block. I found that last week I couldn’t get the words to flow on my 2nd book that I’m working on. By doing this piece and a bit of writing for my writing group, I returned to my book with a fresh feeling. Carry on writing everyone.
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Hope you don’t mind this isn’t a story but is six sentences that are special to me as they are the opening paragraph to my book.
Joe Kipper had really enjoyed himself, since Lynn Rovers had given him a chance to carry on playing soccer. The knee injury that had forced him to quit the professional game was holding up to non-league, which wasn’t quite as pressurised. In three matches so far he had scored four goals and his obvious talent was shining through. Todays’ game was 15 minutes old, when the clearance from the keeper bounced past the defender and Joe was on it like a flash, a quick glance up and he saw it was him against their keeper. His only thought was one good shot is all it needs for goal number five. This was his last thought as he crumbled to the ground.
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Excellent idea. I shall have to think of my own six sentences now and I know it’s going to bug me until I get it done. Thanks.
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Bea……i’m still waiting to read it 😀
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Just read my comment and it sounds sarcastic – wasn’t meant to be. I genuinely mean ‘Thank you’.
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The glass is perfectly clear but strong and unyielding, the frame surrounding it solid and ungiving.
Yet so perfectly they both surround and frame the picture within.
A raging fire burns bright inside, I feel it – the glass no barrier to its heat and for a moment I see a beauty in its flames.
I strike the glass and as it shatters so does the picture – exploding in intensity, heat and sound rush out and assault my senses.
The night air rushes in and the flames grow and dance excitedly as the feed upon it.
The woman screams and I grab her by the waist hauling her towards me and over my shoulder, then I descend the ladder with her to safety.
Once I never wanted it to end nor ever like this, we shared everything and delighted each other but there can be no true beauty without decay so the day came.
Time changed us, I the most – more and more with every day passing; faster with each illicit moment I spent with Alexa.
Inevitably the truth rose to the surface and Jane tried to pull me back to her; for a while it worked but in my mind I was always with Alexa, and as our passion grew stronger I watched Jane grow weaker.
Then the end came, a few moments so intense they forced a decision of finality from their potential.
‘Don’t do it Jane’ – I said – ‘Don’t jump’ and I took her free hand tight in mine as she turned to face me, and with sadness a deep hollow in her eyes she raised her other hand and stroked my cheek.
Her eyes met mine and in them now was hope, without thinking I released my grip and watched terror consume that hope as she fell, knowing this was right for both of us.
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Wow, David, two for the price of one! I love them. Thank you so much for sharing them 😀
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1.The knife was held tightly in his hand, encased within his pocket, he held his breath as she walked towards him. 2.Her intuition told her to cross the road but for some reason pride wouldn’t let her, she continued in his path. 3.They met and his hand left his pocket stabbing her through her stomach and grabbing at her bag, she looked into his eyes saw his panic which mirrored her own, but she couldn’t stop her feet losing their footing and falling her to the ground. 4.He ran, he ran, he was gone. 5.Calm, be calm, the voice in her head told her, she relaxed into the voice. 6.Only now could she listen to her intuition but it is too late, she told herself, it’s all too late.
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Oh wow, Cat. I like this. I like this alot! I’m going to be thinking about this all day now lol. Thanks for adding it. I am sure other readers will enjoy it as much as I. xx
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Hi loved the story from Cat really powerful in such a short space of time. There was a lot to picture in the words.
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thank you for your comments donna and ken 🙂
i haven’t tried to write anything for years. i always used to start stories but never seem to be able to find a voice for my characters or a smooth way of skipping from telling a narrative to the characters talking (that probably makes not alot of sense) but today i feel inspired to try and have another go!
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Hi Cat.
You are very welcome.
If you are planning on writing a novel again, then remember to always start with creating your characters – starting with your antagonist. Your whole story will be based on your antagonist, whether it is a killer, a shark, or an airborne virus. If you would like me to read what you have written, feel free to email it to me.
Good luck!
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Cat all I would say is go for it, I thought about things for some time then this year I self published my first book and the response I have received made me realise it was worth it. The encouragment means I’m now working on a 2nd book and enjoying it all. Good luck with future pieces. Ken
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thank you both 🙂 i’ve bookmarked this on my favourites so will watching, reading and writing with interest 🙂
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I would like to write my six sentences story…please tell me where?
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Just add it to the comments section. I look forward to reading it! 🙂
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She had created it and now it had destroyed her.Her physiciatrist’s voice drowned in those that were in her mind.As she reached home,she thought this time she would surely go insane.It was funny how they say depressed people have a writer’s block when they try to write,because she didn’t,intact she wrote the most beautifully synthetic letter she had ever written to the people in her world.”It’s no one’s fault”the letter would say.Her parents walked into the room a few hours later to find her hanging down the fan from the ceiling.
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