Today’s Prompt:

1. Set up a timer or sit near a clock so you can keep track of the six minutes you will be writing.
2. You can either use one of the prompts (photo or written) or you can free-write.
3. Get ready and write for 6 minutes, that is it! Can you write a complete story? Can you think of a new Sonnet? Can you write 400 words? 400? 500? There are no restrictions on what kind of writing you do, but you should try to be actively writing for six minutes.
4. After you are done writing, include your word count and then post back to this page #Simply6Minutes or include your link in the comments section. Pingbacks are enabled.
5. *Feel free to leave your work completely unedited. I believe it is good to see, especially for new writers, that even very seasoned writers don’t write a perfect first draft.*
6. Have fun, challenge yourself if you’d like, read and respond to others’ posts.

Thank you for participating!

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My Contribution:

She stared up at the light. How would she ever get up  those stairs and then what another flight beyond thtat.  She didn’t know how many  stories down in this basement she was and she didn’t know who would be waiting at the top of the stairs, if she got up them. He had broken her feet, smashed them, so that she would never walk  again. He wanted her as his pet, his toy, and he never wanted to lose her. He told her it would be best for her to stay in the basement where it was cool. She begged to go upstairs, to see some sun, to get some fresh air. She really wanted to see where she was and figure out how she was going to get help.  

She didn’t know how long she had been here. The last thing she remembered was walking out of the Shop ‘n Save and pushing the cart toward her car parked at the end of the row. Someone had said “excuse me” and then everything went black. Didn’t she have family that was looking for her? Didn’t she have a husband who was missing her? Were the police looking for her? She hoped someone was looking, she couldn’t stay like this for the rest of her life. If she wasn’t found soon she figured she might have to  

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