Welcome to the 6 minute challenge!
This particular day is dedicated to my fabulous husband, David. 25 years ago I married my late husband, Bob, on this day. David has always helped me honor his memory and for that I am so grateful! To be lucky two times in one lifetime…for me it happened.
*****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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Stine Writing 
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The image enchanted me, so here’s my contribution: https://sparksfromacombustiblemind.wordpress.com/2021/11/23/six-minutes-and-counting-11-23-2021/
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great photo. Here’s mine
https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2021/11/23/simply-six-minutes-23rd-november/
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https://bigbrainspill.wordpress.com/2021/11/23/kiss-of-death/
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This is my submission.
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Kiss of death
Her paws hit the damp ground with rabid ferocity. She panted with every jump she took but her eyes were straight forward towards her abode in a tree trunk. She had gone to fetch food for her husband when she saw a dark smoke rise above the centre of the jungle. Then the smoke was lept by the flame which whirled with every gust of wind. As she darted towards her house, the smoke thickened and the dampness in the air had started to begin getting warmer. Her nostrils flared and her lungs did a haphazard attempt to bring back the inner balance. Just 100 more meters. He will be all right, Her house in the truck was safe. safer than any other house. And though her husband couldn’t walk due to a recent injury, he should be able to come out of the trunk in case the fire broke out. 50 more meters. The jungle was thick and she couldn’t look past 10 meters but with the efforts that took more than she could manage, she gave glances to the trees ahead. For an opening to have a look at the tree in which her trunk was. Finally, she reached the last clearing which had her house. The place was scorched and the tree where her house was had been charred to ashes. The foliage which survived was lying on the mound of grey ashes that sparkled with the dying embers. Her knees weakened and tears flew out of her eyes. She couldn’t cry. Her pain was beyond that. And then something touched her shoulder. A familiar touch. She turned around with a jerk and saw her husband standing there. The tears were still flowing but the meaning of them had changed. She lept around him and kissed like it would be the last kiss of her life. It could have been.
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Great suspense in a short story! Thank you for participating!
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