Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Six Sentence Stories - Constant

An elderly woman I know may have been an entertainer, or a singer at the very least in her younger years. Often a single word overheard in a conversation will bring to her mind a song that has that particular word in the title or the refrain, and she will begin to sing. When so many things from her past have slipped from her memory, songs she knew have stayed a part of her much longer than one would have expected. Perhaps when she passes from this life to the next, I'll learn more about her younger self as I read her obituary.

The Six Sentence Stories blog hop prompt is usually a single word. Sometimes that lone word will immediately bring to mind an experience, or a way to write a story based around the word. If you like to write, and find yourself making associations to a single word, you might enjoy writing a story for this blog hop. Our administratrix, Denise at Girlie on the Edge gave us Six Sentence Stories - Constant as our challenge for this week. Click the link to see the other blogger's stories written using only six sentences.



The shell of a house with bedrooms divided by kraft paper stapled to the studs was only meant to be for a temporary time during their lives, so it was like a camping adventure to them.

Being welcomed to the area by the neighbors bringing meals or plates of cookies eased some of the oddity of their new adventures.

After days of exhausting work getting settled in during one of the hottest Augusts on record in their area, her body craved for a good night's sleep and a cool breeze to flow through the screen of the bedroom window.

They found it to be a novelty at first to say, "Good night, John Boy," knowing the child four rooms away would have no difficulty hearing his parents' or sibling's remarks, but the lack of privacy was also a challenge.

Finally everyone settled down for the night when it was too dark to read using the last of the dimming rays of the sunset to see the print.

She closed her eyes, but her aspiration to slumber was disturbed by a nocturnal visitor's constant loud stridulations, bouncing off concrete and wood, doing his best to impress a female of his species at the other end of the house.

8 comments:

  1. Evidence the magic and power of music. Lapse(s) of memory cannot erase that which becomes part of one's body on an organic level.

    Another very good SSS! The first sentence set the scene in my mind perfectly. Not only visually, but "situationally" as well.
    "They found it to be a novelty at first..." So true that novelty wears off quicker than we anticipate. Your characters however, appear to have very tolerant dispositions :)
    Thank you for adding a new word to my vocabulary: stridulation. Had to look it up :D

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    1. Thanks Denise. I find that participating in blogging and especially reading the blogs others write is a great way to increase one's vocabulary.

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    1. When there is a cricket chorus off in the distance and it is not so loud, I can be lulled to sleep, but a single loud cricket is very annoying to me.

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  3. Habituation takes the novelty out of everything sooner or later. Very good story!

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    1. Isn't that the truth!
      Thank you. I'm glad you liked the story.

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  4. "...stridulations" excellent wordation! Looked it up... took me five minutes, not because of the word but the associated information on the results page... the fun of the internet!

    good scene, as always, can see it in my head.

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    1. Looking things up on the internet has a way of taking us way off course sometimes, but I enjoy the new knowledge.

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