#SixSentenceStories Prompt Word: Harmony Provided by girlieontheedges blog Create a story using only six sentences with the word harmony within the context.
It can catch you unawares, get stuck in your mind, then tangled in your hair while redesigning a touch of your ear.
So swift and so sure, timid at times but its motives as always are pure; just beware your rhythmic steps as I say without jest beware the sound of its quiet beat.
It is totally unclear how sensing you are near, unexpectedly attaches demanding you give it your due.
Unrelenting as the vibrational tune begins to swell through your tired mind giving you a false sense of needed security.
Startled at first, not knowing the verse or verbiage to get along. You look up to find not a soul standing round, no one to come to your aid.
You can shake with all your might careful not to cause any damage or slight to Harmony my best friends cat, now attached to your left leg!
The text prompt is: “The skies were filled with colors, and the trees collaborated in nature…”
“Come on Georgie, don’t lag!”
Georgie, the smallest one. Stood in awe, peering over the trees at the horizon. The skies were filled with colors, and the trees collaborated in nature with Mother Earth.
“How many of these sun gliding things have you seen,” Georgie asked, his little eyes wide reflecting the orange rays of the sun in their dark depths. Georgie was mesmerized.
Georgie’s friend stopped for a very brief second, in thought.
“Two or three Georgie, after that it’s just, you know, blasé,” said his friend.
“Blasé?” Asked Georgie?
“Yeah, mundane, common, um, boring.”
Georgie was stunned. How could anything with those colors be boring? The magnitude of it was overwhelming. He stood a bit longer to soak in the beauty.
“Georgie come on!” They called from the confines of the tight line they held in formation.
Returning to the line of workers, he walked briskly along but he could not stop watching the brilliant orange ball as it lifted into a sea of blue silk sky. Georgie stopped again in wonder. The entire line behind him stopped, everyone bumping into the one in front of them like dominoes.
“Georgie!” One of the soldier ants called from the sidelines, “What’s going on with you?”
Georgie sighed and, pointing with the first of his six legs, exclaimed again how very beautiful everything was to him; before marching on.
Another soldier ant sauntered over to the one urging Georgie on.
“So, what’s the story with that one Sam?” He asked, jerking his head to identify Georgie as he marched away, out of step with the rest of the Hill.
“Worker Ant you know? Short lived as they are, they always seem to be dreamers, artists, musicians and such. It’s like they take so much life in during their short life cycle, it swallows them up in it’s intensity.” Sam said quietly.
The second soldier ant shook his head in dismay, not understanding a single thing his buddy had just said.
March 21, 2022 prompt provided by Charli Mills of Carrot Ranch Literary Community. In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story to reflect the theme, “Ready for a change.”
Stones crunch beneath my feet. This past Fall’s leaves becoming dust months ago. Buds are opening on the Bradford Pear tree’s, hopefully not too early this year; would love to see the tree’s adorned in their lovely white pantaloons instead of the little brown nubula’s of the past several years.
Yes, I meant nubula. It’s my word. More than a nebula, but less than a bud. A nubula.
You see, I’m ready for a change in vocabularies. Tired of the predominantly used text talk of our time; I want words that exercise betterment, so I shall invent my own.
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 