“Simply 6-Minutes” Writing Challenge #1


Rules of this challenge:

  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. Have fun, challenge yourself if you’d like, read and respond to others’ posts.
  6. I would appreciate feedback on how often writer’s would like this challenge. Is it a once a week challenge? Just Saturdays? Let me know a day that perhaps there aren’t a lot of other challenges already scheduled.

Today’s Prompt:

The stream in the woods

We wandered down the path to the stream. I don’t know how many times we had walked this path. Jenna and I were best friends and spent any free moment together. We had sleepovers whenever we were allowed and tried to spend time together in school.  

Jenna was a few steps ahead of me. I didn’t mind and she knew why. I was terrified of spiders and if I were to walk through an invisible web, I think I would lose my mind. It has happened a handful of times and it ended up with me in my bra and underwear running through my yard screaming bloody murder. My mom had gotten really mad that one time. She said that I was overreacting. Whatever, I didn’t care what other people thought. I was not going to have any sort of creature crawling on me if I could help it.  

Jenna wasn’t afraid of anything. Well, that’s not totally true. She was afraid of heights. It is a bit different because you can avoid heights a lot more than avoid living creepy crawlers. 

We came up to the tree that marked the halfway mark to the stream. The tree was all twisted and Jenna said it looked like a heart.  She said this was the place that proved we were best friends. We weren’t gay but we were in love with each other.  

Walking to the right would bring us to the stream where the skunk cabbage grew. If we went more to the left, then we got to the part of the stream that was really muddy. 

270 words

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Written for my writing challenge: https://christinebialczak.com/2020/07/09/simply-6-minutes-writing-challenge/