S4: Lies

The JourneyLifting the flute in mock toast, she downed the pale straw colored liquid in one gulp.

She’d never developed a liking for the tart, bubbly drink, but today its bitterness reminded her she was alive.

Without the bad, the good can’t be appreciated; without pain, there is no ecstasy; without rain, there is no growth.  And without wading through the lies, selfishness, and bullshit, she’d never have the gift waiting for her on the other side of the door.

“Hey darling, you ready?”

She put the glass down, opened the door, and proceeded down  the hall to the rest of her life, with a smile on her face and expectation in her heart.






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S4: Jumping In

water, pool, calmThe hypnotic, sultry beat of Glass Animal’s “Holiest” flowed through the club and Vivian, lost in the sounds and feels of it, let it take control. She’d spent her life being unfulfilled, constantly underwhelmed by life and all the excitement it promised; yet she’d been completely overwhelmed with the duty, burden, and sacrifice of it.

A sudden warmth, which had nothing to do with the double shot of tequila she’d just downed, hit her at the base of her spine and coursed through her veins like liquid fire. She did a slow turn to the beat of the music and from beneath half lidded eyes, spotted a tall figure, partially shadowed, against the wall…watching her every movement.

Upon noticing he’d been caught, he stepped into the light, his whiskey colored eyes asked the question without him uttering a single sound or moving his full lips.

She slowed her hips to a winding stop and sauntered over to the exit, looking back over her shoulder she allowed a single word to pass her lips, “Yes.”


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S4: The Zero Coefficient

Faded sunset


“Another sunset, another ending,” she mumbled.

It seemed she was always on the wrong side of the equation; the variable that got cut, the coefficient that gets reduced.

“Friends,” she blew a short breath, “right.”

She released the crumbled square of paper in her hand, the wind took it before it hit the ground.  Tossing the remnants of her hot fudge sundae in the trash, she took one last look at the blue inked paper fluttering down stream, and walked away.

Faded sunset at her back.


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Six Sentence Story Sunday

Snooping typingI discovered the Six Word Story project while binge watching Orange is the New Black last week (it’s not as weird of a jump as you’d think 🙂 ).   Six word short stories are a collection of stories inspired by Ernest Hemingway’s 6 word story:

“For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”

This gave me the idea for a bi-weekly (weekly if I can get my act together) set of blog posts designed at breaking through writer’s block and training my  creative mind.  One of the toughest things for me, as a writer, is writing daily and writing when I don’t want to.  Writing is a full time, part time job, and I need to write daily when my schedule allows it; NOT when I feel like it.  So creative prompts like these are a good way to prime the pump, so to speak.

I tend to be a bit wordy AND I don’t want to wake my inner editor before time, so I think I’ll go with six sentences vs. six words in this venture.  I also had to create some guidelines for myself, because I know me:

  • Create a six sentence story in one sitting
  • Spend no more than 30 mins (total writing and editing time) on this exercise
  • The first sentence should be six words only (a fun way to infuse the original, 6 word concept) * but this is optional*
  • Have fun and don’t lost track of the fact that this is an exercise only

Today marks the start of Six Sentence Story Sunday (S4).  Anyone that wants to join in, feel free too. Just post your S4, or a link to your blog with your S4 submission, in the comments below. Remember, this is designed to be a warm up and training exercise.  There will be NO critiquing of S4 submissions ever, so throw all the “creative writing rules” out the window and just write. No one is counting your adverbs, no one is correcting your grammar, and no one is policing you for passive sentences. 🙂

 Today was the day it seemed.

“Hell, so be it,” she exhaled, pulling her hat further down on her head.

Merging with the burgeoning crowd entering the farmer’s market, she feigned interest in the stalls of fresh fruits, freshly baked pastries, and bright garments on display before her. She was nearly at the back entrance when she was grabbed roughly by the shoulder.

She allowed herself to be turned around, but not before grabbing the Baby Desert Eagle from the small of her back.

“Excuse me darling, but ladies don’t  like being all roughed up like that,” she said, pulling the gun’s slide back.

(c) 2014  La-Tessa Montgomery,  all rights reserved.