Welcome to Six Sentence
Greetings Atomic mates. Have to say I was all at sixes and sevens this week trying to come up with something for Denise’s Six Sentence Stories. It wasn’t the prompt word of Shift I had trouble with, no, there were plenty of ideas – too many in fact.
I started with two extracts from my novel which I’m currently editing that contained the word ‘shift’. Okay. Not bad, but no real ‘story’ in either or ‘context’ other than the pleasure of seeing some characters very dear to me make a brief appearance in short story format.
(Extracts of extracts: “Henry stared at the monster, then at Marling – and still she seemed perfectly unaware of the shapeshifting menace before them.”
“Iris wondered if the female staff had husbands or partners they went home to after their shift had finished, and when they returned to their homes did they lead normal lives: children and pets and dinner and TV, trips to the supermarket, appointments to get their hair done.”)
Next, I wrote a micro story, but it was a bit crap.
(extract of the bit crap one: “Oi, shift yer arse ya great lazy wazzock.”)
Next, I wrote a poem, which was so good actually I had to steal it for a competition I’m entering, and their rules state no previously published entries either in print or online or on a blog.
(extract of good poem being saved for competition: “She didn’t wish to debase certain animals and insects by comparing the monsters to any such creatures – but it was true the shifty ones would emerge from beneath rocks, slithering on their bellies and licking their lips…”
In the end, I didn’t have a clue what to write, so I cracked open a beer and turned to Slayer. And that, you know, kind of worked 🙂
Six Sentence Stories
(Intro) – crack open beer, play fkn loud, cue thunderstorm, rain and howling guitars, cue Dave Lombardo’s ‘enter the gates of Hell’ drum prelude, cue menace and general foreboding, cue insane riff.
Trapped in library
A paper object, bound
Overdue books meet acquittance.
The page is being read
Return to plot draws near
Fall into me, the author’s indie words
Abolish market trends made of stone.
Printed fonts, Times New Roman is best
But Caslon too is quite nice
Awaiting the hour of reading
Your time shifts away.
From a library sky
Reading its wonder
Creating my chapters
Now I shall reign in books.
(Outro) – cue thunderstorm, play again.
Raining Books written by Ford Waight, after Raining Blood by Slayer.