Welcome to the 6 minute challenge!
Today’s prompt is:
*****For any participants that do NOT like restrictions, please feel free to participate in any way you would like. It is great to read the contributions!****
- Set up a timer or sit near a clock so you can keep track of the six minutes you will be writing.
- You can either use one of the prompts (photo or written) or you can free-write.
- 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.
- 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.
- *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.*
- Have fun, challenge yourself if you’d like, read and respond to others’ posts.
Thank you for participating!
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My Contribution:
Mom! Mom! Where are you?
I’m in the kitchen, what’s wrong?
Who is that singing?
I don’t hear singing, David…Where is it coming from?
Mom, it sounds like it is coming from the bathroom.
Hmmm…there isn’t anyone here but you and I, maybe I left a radio on in my room. I will go check.
a few moments later…..
David! Are you trying to trick me?
What do you mean?
I hear singing now too! I hear it in the bathroom.
Mom, go look….
As mom slowly opened the door, we peeked around the edge of the door. There on the sink was Sophie, our silly cat, singing her heart out! My jaw dropped and I saw mom just staring.
Mom, did you know the cat can sing?
No, did you?
Um, no, but maybe we should just leave her be since she looks pretty happy.
©2020 CBialczak Fiction
Stine Writing 
Kitty!
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What song was Sophie singing?
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An operetta from Les Mis!
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I was thinking that it might be this one.
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That brought me to a lot of different music but I did like Dawn Angelique Richard
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Cats sure are strange creatures!
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This is too cute!
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It was my boyfriends cat a while back before I even knew him.
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Here’s my story (I’m a day late, hope that’s okay to still submit!):
About 235 words
The Day the Cat Came
By E. Ellis Allen
The cat had grandpa’s eyes, that’s all I knew, though no one believed me. I knew those eyes, had studied them my whole life and his had studied mine. We didn’t need to talk while fishing on the Green River, our looks were our words. That’s how I knew.
They said I was in mourning. They said it was a lack of sleep or stress. They wondered if I was depressed, too depressed, or sick. They said I just missed him so much, that’s why I saw my grandpa in everything living.
But that didn’t account for the sudden lightning storm that came without rain, and struck the transformers, knocking out the power of the whole town, just as Reverend Wilks was reading grandpa his last rights.
If the cat was just a stray, how did it get inside the house when the bathroom window can only be opened from the inside? That window’s tricky, we never open it. And how would the cat know that to open the window, you have to shimmy the glass from side to side just right so that the whole thing can click into place and not fall all the way out?
And most of all, if you don’t believe that cat had grandpa’s eyes, then how is it that the cat knew to scream my name?
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About 235 words
The Day the Cat Came
By E. Ellis Allen
The cat had grandpa’s eyes, that’s all I knew, though no one believed me. I knew those eyes, had studied them my whole life and his had studied mine. We didn’t need to talk while fishing on the Green River, our looks were our words. That’s how I knew.
They said I was in mourning. They said it was lack of sleep, or stress. They wondered if I was depressed, too depressed, or sick. They said I just missed him so much, that’s why I saw my grandpa in everything living.
But that didn’t account for the sudden lightning storm that came without rain, and struck the transformers, knocking out the power of the whole town, just as Reverend Wilks was reading grandpa his last rights.
If the cat was just a stray, how did it get inside the house when the bathroom window can only be opened from the inside? That window’s tricky, we never open it. And how would the cat know that to open the window, you have to shimmy the glass from side to side just right so that the whole thing can click into place and not fall all the way out?
And most of all, if you don’t believe that cat had grandpa’s eyes, then how is it that the cat knew to scream my name?
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That is fantastic! Sorry for the late response, I found this in my Spam folder! I would like to copy and paste it as a reblog on my site. Let me know if that’s okay with you. Thank you for participating!
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Sorry! I didn’t mean to submit this story twice!
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No problem! Like I said it went to my Spam folder…You mind if I reblog it?
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Sure you can reblog it! Let me put it on my blog and send you the link. Mind if I paste the writing prompt picture on my blog for a reference?
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Hahaha we keep going back and forth. Just happy that you joined. Come back every week!
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Do you have it as a post on your blog or just as a “comment” on mine?
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It’s posted on my blog now as well as under your comments!
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Thank you! I reblogged it on my blog
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