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Simply 6 Minutes—Welcome To The Challenge: 10/20/2020


Welcome to the 6 minute challenge!

Today’s prompt is:

Christine Bialczak



*****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!****

  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:

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

20 comments

  1. The Madcatter

    There was a mad cat
    Perched on a bathroom sink
    Kept mewing and hissing
    Do you know what I think!

    Let me out of this place
    I’m about to lose my mind
    I need a closer friend
    Of the persuasive fishy kind

    To calm my nerves
    And make me feel okay
    Why else would you think
    I’m acting this way

    Let me find a place to lay
    Where I might gather my thoughts
    Or maybe I’ll find a fence
    For one of my night walks

    But at any rate
    I have better things to do
    Then sitting on this sink
    Mewing back at you

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  4. 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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  5. 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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