Fiction: Six on the Sixth – April 2016


His plan was infallible this time.


We weren’t sure, but he insisted.


Sleeping pills would put them down.


Hanging would kill them for good.


But the giants were too big.


An inch short from finally succeeding.


This post was written in response to Six on the Sixth – April 2016, hosted by Adam Ickes.

The image is from pixabay and was edited to be an inch short from succeding with the plan… ;o)

6 on the 6th – March 2016


Her mind started to drift off.


She saw flashes of her life.


Entering that dreamy state of unconsciousness.


She heard bongos playing somewhere close.


Laying on a carpet of leaves.


The winds swept her live away.


This post was written in response to the Six on the Sixth Prompt – March 2016, hosted by Adam Ickes. The idea is to write 6 6-word stories. He provides us with 6 prompt words that we can use on our stories or not. The words this month were MIND | FLASH | ENTER | BONGO | CARPET | SWEPT, and I chose to use them.

Picture is from


Six Word Story Challenge – Suspicion

Arrived ring-less, after not answering phone.


This post was written in response to the Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge, with prompt word SUSPICION.

This is based on a real story, where the suspicion did not confirm and the subject was not guilt. That was actually me.

I lost weight and my wedding ring became too lose.
On a Winter day, while unpacking groceries from the reusable bag, the ring felt into the bag and I didn’t even notice.
A few days later (not sure how many, as I don’t remember when I lost it) I finally realize I don’t have my ring, and decide to go search for it on the trail I had walked on that day, assuming I lost it during the walk early on that same day.
But it was dark already, so I used my phone as a flashlight until it ran out of batteries and lost track of the time.
I got late at home.
My husband had tried to call me to no avail (no batteries on phone!).
My finger had no ring…….
The look on my husband’s face was not the one I remember most fondly.
I searched everywhere like crazy for the next week.
Then one day, using the reusable bag again, I found it laying there at the bottom.
Not guilty!


February’s Six on the Sixth

(…or on the eleventh, as I never get to do it on the right date… ;o)

This month, the prompt words for the Six on the Sixth challenge are


This time I tried to link them all, and created a 36-word story composed of 6 6-word sentences, each featuring one of the prompt words.
The hardest one for me was maintenance.

This is how it ended up:

GOBLIN:       Wizards and goblins brewing a potion.
SPIT:         Toad's spit to top it off.
SHINE:        The liquid boiled, the vial shone.
BELITTLE:     Some saw nothing special on it.
GAPE:         The others were open-mouthed in astonishment.
MAINTENANCE:  Drinking it, they would be silenced.


This post was written in response to the Six on the Sixth challenge for February 2016, hosted by Adam Ickes.
The image is a collage of 3 different images grabbed from and edited a bit.

Six Word Story: Sin

We’re not sinners. The priest was!


This post was written in response to this week’s Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge , with the prompt Sin.

Writing a story in only 6 words sometimes is really hard. This week I wanted to tell a real story. The story of my own wedding.

I guess I managed to tell the essence of it, although it’s not at all clear what the story is about, other than that the sin was the priest’s, not ours.

We were planning our wedding and hired a priest to come to my mom’s place to celebrate the wedding.
We trusted him, in spite of some red flags that we could have identified during the process.
Then about a year later, it was in the news that he wasn’t a priest anymore, since 5+ years before, exonerated by the church due to child molestation history.
Then he left the city where it all happened, came to my city and played nice.
In spite of the story becoming public about 14 years ago, he’s still performing weddings and baptisms in the same city! Talk about impunity….

But anyways, after the story came out, family was insisting that we needed to re-marry, otherwise we would be living ‘in sin’. Our argument not to is the six word story above.

The sin is his, not ours…. (hey, 6 words again! ;o)


Six on the Sixth (or actually the Eighth)

This month I decided to try the Six on the Sixth challenge, posted by Adam Ickes.

In this challenge, he suggests some prompt words and encourage us to write 6 six-word stories based on not on the prompts.

Here are mine.


Can’t you ever do it right?


Missed ball, angrily throws his cap.


Coming back home, she looked splendid.


You know nothing! Lemme do it.


Love each other. Divorce papers torn.


Spring has already come; petals unfurl.


Six Word Story: Accomplishment

Thirteen miles, and no foot pain.


This post was written in response to the Sometimes Stellar Storyteller’s Six Word Story Challenge.

It is a true story, actually.

In 2013 I tried that same race and at halfway I was struggling to decide if I’d call my husband to pick me up because I could barely step with my left foot, or if I would persist and finish. I finished, but it took my forever to recover from injury.

Then on the following year I was feeling so well overall, after changing my diet, that I decided to sign up for the same race again to prove to the race and to myself that I could beat it injury-free. And so I did in 2014.
I planned to walk 6 miles/jog 7, ended up jogging 10 and walking only 3!!!!

The song on my phone on that day that best translated how I was feeling on that moment goes like:

“I’m on top of the world, hey. I’m on top of the world, hey!”


Six Word Stories

I’ve been sort of watching some entries to the six word story challenges, promoted by Ben at A Hopelessly Wandering Mind, but it was only today that I decided to try it.

Not happy with trying for this week’s challenge only, I created a story for each of the other weeks I missed too (it was only 7 more, totally manageable ;o)

I also noticed that the stories have some illustration to go with it, and for that I grabbed my Post It pad and my pencil and got doodling a bit. I guess they illustrate my stories somewhat well (I’m not a great doodler, so can’t really do fancy stuff… )

So here it goes:

Week 1: LOSS

Teary eyes, never seeing her again.




Cannot breathe away from each other.



Week 3: MURDER

A little vessel, a deadly blast.




Job changing, don’t know where to.




Not good for me, just because.



Week 6: DELAY

Train delayed, she’ll wait no more.




Lost ring. On someone else’s bed.



Week 8: HELP

Adrift… Help never came. Eternally sailing.