Redwing

The Six Sentence Story word prompt – MARVEL

You know when we were first going out, I googled you?

No way! 

I found out you were one of the MARVEL Team Titans characters called Redwing.

Are you serious? Carrie Levine the Redwing!?!

If you don’t believe me, see it for yourself.

Join and Have Some Fun

Six Sentence Story word prompt – MARVEL

“Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and Sunday’s prompt word reveal for Six Sentence Stories!

What if we had a clock where, instead of the ordinals representing hours, they represented months? At the end of the 12th month, it would roll over to the next year and a number would flash in the center of the clock. The optional feature (of course) is what the year represents. Option 1: your age. Option 2: the current year. Regardless of the numerics, at the conclusion of 12 months, the clock would begin flashing, there, in the center either the YEAR or your AGE…

Hey, let’s give it up for Cassa Bassa! She took me up on last Sunday’s post invitation to provide this week’s prompt word. You go girl!
Have a fantastic week everyone. Challenge yourself. Do something different.

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Return here, link your post Wednesday night through Saturday late…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 😀

PROMPT WORD: MARVEL

“Words are the most subtle symbols which we possess, and our human fabric depends on them.” – Iris Murdoch”

A Homeless Man

The Six Sentence Story prompt – Beam  

I have never seen such sallow vacant eyes.
They are the aftermath of a night’s terror in a haunted house with rotting beams full of bats.
Even the early Summer sun and warm breeze does not bring hope.
A lone scruffy man sits on a weathered park bench.
Crows are roaming around him unearthing grubs.
I wonder if those park crows ever consider pecking him like they do with carrion.

Tasteless

This is a collaboration piece with Spirited Soul based on a Poetic Duets Prompt – “Pick any of the 5 senses. Now, imagine your life without it, and describe it poetically.” This prompt came from Instagram @PoeticDuets

Beautiful green and orange chunks weaved through the spongy dough.
Aromatic toasted nuts gave that firm structure
like the solid brick work in an architecture piece.
When the baking oven timer went off like a diner bell,
my nose was overwhelmed by the healthy wholesomeness.
My mouth salivated in great anticipation.

As I slide the fork from in between my lustrous lips,
I feel the thick, coarse lump in my mouth.
Swirling around like dry sand when I chew.
Feeling like a handful of moving bugs as I try to swallow.
The kind that land inside your mouth after an enjoyable motorbike ride.

The Night Owl Writer

The Living Poetry prompt – Night

Alive
is the night
when darkness strikes

Dim and gloom mood
lid up
by the cobra blue moonlight

Imagination
runs wild
on a sleek dark horse back

Twilight characters
born
in the witching hour

The tower card
read not in jeopardy
but in salvation

Outrage

The Living Poetry prompt – Outrage

outrage are the worker bees
sweet honey they bleed to feed the upper chains
while their hives crumble

they are bees by nature
they work to the ground
they are greedy beasts by nature
they kill for food

The Middle Finger to The Seven Virtues

The Living Poetry prompt – Virtuous


Temperance rivals with yolo
Charity veils sinister corruption
Chastity cops technicality in the arse
Diligence finds no place in fast money
Humility runs a mile from self promotion
Patience means Amazon vs of Amazon Prime
Kindness shies away from publicised name and shame

Random

Six Sentence Story prompt – Random

Rain always brings me surprise
Autumn burns me with her splendid colours
No one comes into my life by chance
Devine appointment has its exact time and place
October 2010 you walked into me to escape the rain
Moments in life are never random

Rudiment

The Living Poetry prompt – rudiment

I am a steady builder
with a simple mind

So I think
if I take hold of the rudiment of love
I will just build on it note by note
until a love song is created
and sung in harmony
for the rest of our humble life

Halfway through
I realise I am confronted with a pattern
that will not flow in one accord
instead
it is like a stream from the mountain top
descending with the landslide
I believe it will make it on its own
landing somewhere destined by Mother Earth

In the end
I will bawl my eyes out
while
wholeheartedly celebrating
a masterpiece which we are meant to create together
but now
only you in the centre stage
surrounded by applause
without the sight of me

Hunch

The Six Sentence Story prompt – Hunch

“He barely kept eye contact and rarely spoke to me when he hung out with us.

We hung out a lot and he was always there wearing his nerdy glasses and checkered shirt.

I found nerds attractive and terribly sexy in checkered shirts.

I thought he was hopelessly shy and sensitive like a bunny rabbit.

Call it a hunch, I knew he was in love with me.”

That’s what I’ve prepared for our wedding speech.