SIX SENTENCE STORY….This week the cue is …LEFT


Left eye Jack traveled in a pack and he was the Alpha male.

Jack’s left eye was twice the size of his right eye and he used it to his advantage.

Like all wolves, he used his facial expressions to communicate with other wolves, and he looked at other animals directly in the eye, which declared and reinforced his superior rank and his left eye was a dominating factor .

A subordinate wolf would cringe toward him with tail low, bent legs, ears back and down, in a submissive nature.

He was the oldest in the pack and the most experienced in hunting, defending territory and other activities.

Jack made the decisions for the pack when the group went out to hunt and they would follow him everywhere.

Copyright © 2015 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved




Three-fifths sized replica of the memorial located on the National Mall in Washington, D.C., between the Washington Monument and the Lincoln Memorial, along Constitution Avenue .  This Traveling Wall has made 18 stops this year and has 13 stops already scheduled for 2016.

The traveling wall’s design is similiar in size but shape varies.  When attending the permanent memorial the bottom of the wall grows below the ground while the traveling wall grows above.

For both memorials the highest panels are in the center.  The traveling memorial measures more than 10 feet tall.

The last two panels on each side of the memorial are reserved for names to be added.  Since 1982,  347 names have been added to the Vietnam Veterans Memorial Wall.

List of 58,286 names of American service members who lost their lives during the 16 years of the Vietnam war.


Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We are given a prompt photo and approximately 75-175 words with which we use to create our story. Our photo prompt this week is frompixabay.com. The challenge is fun and addictive and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.

Week of 11-10 through 11-16-2015


“I thought we were riding in your Flower Bug car,”  Roxie said.

“No, there will be a huge crowd going to the revolution at the Pentagon and I don’t want to take my car,” Nikki replied.

“Wow! You were right, Nikki. There are thousands of activists, hippies, students and draft resisters here and a couple thousand rifle-wielding soldiers.”

Nikki stopped to talk to one of the soldiers. Roxie came up and said, “there are huge crowds trying to force their way into the Pentagon building.”

Nikki said, “Roxie, let’s get out of here!”

“Roxie, I just realized these soldiers are human beings that just follow orders.  The military strategists have gathered information  used to decide if the United States goes to war.”

“That soldier I spoke with could have been my father, brother, or husband just helping to defend our country.  What would we do without people like him?”

“This went from being a fun, hip trip to a painful reality!”

Words (163)

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SUNDAY PHOTO FINISH    November 8, 2015


Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to centre around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story. This week’s photo is from 2014 and is a tree in Autumn (or Fall if you prefer)

129 11 November 8th 2015


“John!  Wake up,” Katie whispered.

“What’s wrong?” John said.

“Someone is knocking on our door.”

“But, it’s only three o’clock in the morning!”

“I know!”

John quickly got out of bed and almost stumbled trying to reach the door. “Who is it?”

“It’s the Fairfax police,” came the reply.  John opened the door and one of the policemen flashed his ID at John and he asked, “are you John Smith?”

“Yes,” John replied.

“May we come in?” he said.

John let the policemen in and was immediately handcuffed, told he was under arrest, and read his rights by one of the policemen.

“Why are you arresting me?” John asked.

“For the murder of Alan Frazier,” one of the policemen answered.

“Where do you think I killed this guy?” John asked.

“Under the trees in the Fairfax park,”  the policeman replied.

“That’s not true, my wife and I just arrived home three hours ago from a vacation in Europe.  You need to check your information again before you falsely arrest me.”

One officer looked at the arrest warrant and found the name on it was John Smith, however, the address was not 112 Fletcher Circle, it was 1112 Fletcher Avenue.

John was released immediately.

Words (192)

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SIX SENTENCE STORIES   ..November 5, 2015   Cue of the week…CLOSE



Rob was just your average auto mechanic, but he knew more about sports cars than anyone in town.

He had closed the auto shop and was walking to his car when accosted by two very strange men and forced into a white circular object, strapped to a tall cylinder, and dozens of wires tapped to his head.

Brightly colored lights flashed in front of him and he had to arrange them like a rainbow, but only with the use of his mind.

The wires strapped to his head caused him to relax so he carefully arranged the colored lights in the proper order.

He began to see hundreds of tiny, weird objects that resembled trucks with their motors revved up like they were about to enter a race and he was immediately released from captivity and the circular object disappeared into the sky.

Rob walked into his house, his wife asked him what took him so long to get home, he told her he had a close encounter and something spectacular happened, and he was ready for a strong drink!

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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 11-03 through 11-09-2015

This week’s photo prompt provided by Sonya, Author of the blog, Only 100 Words.
Thank you Sonya!
Abby knew the chances of finding her twin sister were next to impossible, but she refused to give up. Each day she went to the angel statue, stood by it, looked to the sky, and prayed.
She continued to do research on the internet, but nothing had developed that gave her a solid clue of how to find her sister she had not seen since they had been separated at the age of five. Thirty years had passed since the tearful heartbreaking day when they were adopted by separate families.
Abby walked up to the statue once more, looked to the sky and prayed.  Several minutes passed, she heard a woman’s voice and turned toward the sound of the voice.
She looked amazed when she came face to face with a young woman who looked like herself!  It was like looking at a mirror!
Her prayers were now answered.
Words (145)

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Sunday Photo Fiction – November 1st 2015

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to centre around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story. I was going to use a photo associated with Halloween, but in hindsight, that should have been last week. This photo instead, is that of a 17th century well that was discovered round the corner from me when they were digging up some land to build a new cinema.

128 11 November 1st 2015


I always seemed  hungry a long time before my mom had dinner ready.  I would sneak in the kitchen when she wasn’t looking and grab something real quick, then take it to my room to eat it.

The last time I snuck something from the kitchen I fell asleep after eating and had a terrible nightmare. I was so miserable I thought I might die!

I was in a bakery shop eating donuts while sitting in the hole of a huge chocolate donut. I ate dozens of them and I couldn’t find a way to stop eating them! I got bigger and bigger and I was about to explode when I heard my name called.

I woke up and my mom was standing over me with her hands on her hips and a look on her face that told me I was in serious trouble!

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