Cherry frowned. She’d spent the entire morning at Loretta’s Salon. She’d been plucked and shaved, exfoliated and moisturized, painted and polished, cut and curled. She’d donned her flirtiest skirt, her girlie-est sweater, and her best perfume. She hadn’t tried for sexy;…
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Six Sentence Sunday #9
“Shall we walk a little?” She hated the pleading tone she heard in her voice. But though she’d passed desperate and was fast approaching hopeless, she refused to give up. He’d barely glanced at her since they’d stepped out onto…
Six Sentence Sunday #8
I didn’t try my hand at writing again for decades. When I did, I was met with immediate encouragement and started winning small prizes with ease. Oh how I regret the years I wasted because of that bully. If you…
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Six Sentence Sunday #7
Artemis Wellborn cleared his throat and his voice took on a lecturing tone, “I would judge the length of that monster to be ten feet or more.” Sebastian raised a brow at the animal. Miss LeBlue was closer to correct. The…
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Six Sentence Sunday #6
Dark smoke rose from the wick as cheap blackfish oil fed the flame. She wrinkled her nose at the smell, so different from the fine beeswax candles and clean-burning sperm oil lamps she’d grown up with. Yet she turned up…
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Six Sentence Sunday #5
Spurs jangled behind her. Before her a low communal grunt, heavy with hope and longing, rumbled through the crowd. The miners swayed forward as one. The padded end of a staff tapped Willow’s back, prodding with careful but firm insistence. Despite the chill in the morning air,…
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Six Sentence Sunday #4
His tongue passed over the sharp tip of one incisor as the siren scent of angry blood danced around him. The man tapped his fist twice against Nicholas’s lapel. “There’s some that’s not to be trifled with, if a gentleman knows…
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Six Sentence Sunday #3
“Of what value is the word of a skulking animal?” The creature crawled from the shadows, crouching low on human hands and knees. Keeping its pelt-covered body close to the ground, it used the meager height of her sleeping pallet to shield it…
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Six Sentence Sunday #2
Osborne stood and tossed some coins to the table. “Surely we can be more generous with one so lovely,” the fair one said. His smile turned the waitress pink and she swayed toward him, the wine bottle on her tray…
Six Sentence Sunday #1
A second man had joined the game. There’d been only one in Rome; Arthur was certain of it. This new one was younger and as fair as his companion was swarthy. Swarthy. It was not a usual word. Which is…
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