Six word stories give me life, they are so refreshing. I’ve decided to give this a try. Her heart in turmoil, she waited.
My heart dropped straight into the pit of my stomach disappearing as quickly as it came, leaving emptiness in its wake; all the air flowed out of my body in that instant. Shock, disbelief, instantly weak, is how I felt when I pressed against the small compartment of my handbag expecting the hard response of my phone, the only thing I felt was the flat surface of the bag. I came to a halt mid-stride to check the pocket properly, the world around me slowed, as I took in the scene; the pocket empty, zipper half open, my phone gone.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Helpless.”
Hi 🙂 How are you?
I bring to you another prompt from The Daily Post, Singin’ in the Rain.
There was a light breeze while it drizzled, finally the clouds refused to bite it’s lips and released, it started to pour. I was attired in my usual t-shirt and shorts, and with a small smile ran upstairs to drag on my ankle socks. The weather was perfect, the sky almost looked like the deepest depths of the ocean, if I hadn’t known better I’d think the sun had already set. I put the kettle to warm and huddled in the sofa until it was ready. I made my fave hot chocolate tea with a dash of coffee and hightailed it to my room. With the lights off I sat on my bed with the sheet covering my legs, my right hand held the tea cup and my left hand held my phone. With the melodious rain music in the background, I alternated between sipping and using my phone. *scroll, scroll, pause, sip, scroll, scroll, sip*
Hi 🙂 I saw the Daily Post prompt, Let’s Go Crazy and the final instructions follow. “What’s the most crazy, outrageously impulsive thing you’ve ever done? If you’ve never succumbed to temptation, dream a little. If you gave yourself permission to go a little crazy, what would …
In our bundle, we held the left corner, facing the stage. Excitement flowing from our chatter. The music started with just a bass line, the drums rolled in, followed by strumming keys, and the guitar. As the music sped up so did our bodies and feet, we are the Armshouse Crew.
Almshouse is translated to Armshouse in Patois, which means foolishness.
For April’s 50 Word Story I picked the prompt Foolish 🙂