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“Yeah, Marcy, it’s me. I’m parked outside the coffee shop. They are so far up each others’ asses that he doesn’t even notice me parked across the street. What a cheating asshole!…..I know I’m only here for another minute, I want to get a picture. There is no way he is telling me I’m the crazy one……Yeah, well when I have this photo in my hand and his suitcase he can call his new girlfriend for a place to stay!…..Ew, you should see her! The wrinkles! She has to be about ten years older than him, either that or just aged really poorly!….Haha! Right?!?!?!…..Okay, let me get a picture and get out of here before he sees me. Dumb ass. Even I can see my car in the friggin’ reflection! What a scumbag. Well, he’ll have a surprise waiting for him on the front lawn!….Yup, all his shit!…Okay Marcy, I’ll call you later, bye.”
Once upon a time there was a little man named Pipsqueak, that lived in a little house in a little neighborhood. He loved his little dog and his little house and made sure he always had little flowers planted and a little bit of green grass growing. One day Tony, one of the big men in town, had a big problem at his big house. He wanted to find a big friend, but most were in their own big homes.
Ironically, Tony was looking down the street and saw Pipsqueak. Tony waved a big hand. Pipsqueak waved his little hand. In a big voice Tony said, “Pipsqueak, I have a big problem!” Pipsqueak nodded his little head to show he understood. “Don’t worry, Tony, I can help you a little.” Pipsqueak followed Tony back to his big home.
Sometime later, Pipsqueak shook Tony’s big hand. “Thanks for that little bit of help,” said Tony.
“It wasn’t a big deal,” Pipsqueak said, with a little laugh.
“Pipsqueak you are the littlest man with the biggest amount of hardihood that I have ever met.
I had to go slow, all the snow on the road, and no town trucks had been out to plow yet. I hated these back roads when it snowed. The snow in the trees was like a blanket trapping you into this small space. Everywhere you looked all you saw was white. It was beautiful but…
Who is that? Why is there someone even on this road? Shoot, I do not know if I should just stop here and wait…. wait for what? Should I try to back up and get out of here? Then what? I must get home. What am I going to do go back to the market and say that someone is walking down the road toward my house and since I do not know who it is, I will not drive toward him or her? People will think I have lost my mind.
But what if I go up slowly behind him and it is some psycho. I will be trapped because there is not anywhere to turn around up there. I do not think I would even have time to turn around before he was in my car or attacking me.
Good God, Crystal, stop with the creepy movie stuff! Other people live in this town and other people walk on this road! What are you going to do, never go back to your house because some guy decided to take a walk on the snowy road?
But who could it be? The Johnston’s are both in their 80’s and Mr. Johnston had no reason to be out in this cold. Becka lives with Luke…Oh, it is Luke. But where is his car? I did not see it back in town and it is a little cold to be walking right now.
Great, what do I do?
Okay, I will go past this person and see who it is. It is just someone I am forgetting about. My imagination must stop!
It can be a very subjective view, like a dinner that went wrong, a holiday that went pear shaped, anything that started off with the best of intentions and through various means failed to meet expectations.
Jillian grabbed her coat and gloves as she was heading out the front door. She had already put her briefcase and lunch in the car, got the car warmed up, and figured she was ready to go. Her article was going to hit the streets this week and she felt certain that this would be the breakthrough of her career. That was until her phone rang….
This is Officer Bently from the Castlebury Police Department. Do you have any idea why I am calling?
No, none at all. Is everything okay?
Well, I hate to be the one who has to tell you this but your workplace, Staggler and Staggler, is gone.
What do you mean my job is gone?
Early this morning, about 2 am, the building exploded into a ball of flames. There is nothing left of the building. Luckily, no one was there at the time. Do you have any idea who would want to destroy this successful business?
I don’t know what to say. I mean, who would want to do this sort of thing? Oh my God, what if I had left to go to work on time today? That could’ve been me.
Well we think a fire may have started in the copy center.
The copy center? Why the copy center?
There was ink on all the debris.
Oh, wow. I haven’t used the copy center in quite a while…(Crap, I set the machine to make 1000 copies of my article. It must have been too much and got the machine over heated. Now what will I do? That was my only copy! Back to being just the secretary)
Thank you for your help and Jillian, if you can think of any reason for the copy center to have started this fire could you please contact my precinct immediately.
Marcus looked at the boat. This is not what he had in mind when he booked a sunset cruise for him and Veva. He was completely confused. How would he and Veva fit in that boat with a… a captain? Is that even what you call someone who rows a rowboat? Did that boat even have a motor? He was starting to feel a pit in his stomach. Maybe this was only the boat that took them to the sailboat. Marcus chuckled to himself, feeling foolish for jumping to such a silly conclusion.
Veva arrived at the marina on time. Marcus had told her he had a surprise and that she should get to the marina by six. Walking from the car, Veva saw Marcus talking to an old man. They were pointing at a yellow rowboat. Was Marcus going to row her out onto the open ocean. What had he planned? How was she going to get out of this?
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.
“Oh Cleo, will you just leave me be. Isn’t there enough room for you to go play by yourself?”
“But Baxter, we always have more fun when we play together. Lets go on the top. Then we can wake up Milly. She thinks it is nap time. Let’s show her there is no nap time here!”
“Cleo, let her sleep. She isn’t bothering you or anyone else. We can’t even really tell she is here.”
Cleo insisted on bothering Baxter, despite Baxter asking him to leave him alone. That’s what little brothers did and Cleo was just fulfilling his role. Milly, being the oldest of the three, was considered the wisest and expected others to treat her like a queen. Mom and Dad even put a special shelf for her to sleep on that was hard to reach from the other shelves. Cleo wondered if they did that so he wouldn’t bother Milly. Who knows, but having a brother and a sister, Cleo thought he’d have someone to play with and he wouldn’t have to beg. Baxter luckily never bothered Cleo and never got aggressive. Milly was a different story. But no matter how many times Cleo took a swat at Baxter, Baxter would just… (211 words)