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Six Sentence Sunday #13

“She can’t stay there,” Rob insisted. “Downright dangerous.  Broken windows, loose floor boards, leaky roof. No lights, no heat, no water. Snakes, rats. Maybe worse.” – chapter 2, Cherry’s War

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Six Sentence Sunday #12

His buddies would laugh themselves sick if they could see him now. Jason Culler the decorated warrior, tough Texas cowboy, and steely eyed combat lieutenant standing dripping wet with his fists wrapped victoriously around his latest foe – a pink nightie. Jason groaned, imagining how willingly

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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

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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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