Twisted (A Six-Sentence Story)

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I will spare you the actual images, you can search for them on Google if you want.  I think that the above monument at the Dachau Concentration Camp Memorial Site speaks for itself; I don’t need to tell you what it represents.

In 1977, while living as a military family in what was then West Germany, we decided to tour the Dachau Concentration Camp; something we felt we needed to do.  It left an impression that I will never forget as long as I live; the epitome of evil, the embodiment of man’s inhumanity to man.

While the grounds and remaining buildings, including the crematorium, have been sanitized and made presentable for public viewing, the horror of what happened there has not been whitewashed or lost.

The museum contains many haunting photos, but the ones that remain burned into my heart and mind are the piles of twisted limbs, emaciated corpses awaiting cremation… men, women, and children treated worse than any animal, their only “crime” being born a Jew.


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where the cue this week is “limb

Hidden (A Six-Sentence Story)

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“Hurry, they are coming; we have to leave right now!”

The young girl quickly bent down and shoved a folded piece of paper through the slats of the heating vent in the room where she’d been staying.

Ten years later, as a demolition crew was tearing down the old farm house to make way for a new development, they made an amazing discovery… a yellowed piece of  folded paper fell at their feet as they pried an old heating vent cover from the wall with a crowbar.

“My name is Kara Willams and I am nine years old. My daddy took me from my mama and we are hiding and I am scared,” was written on the note in a child’s scrawl.

Mac, the demolition crew supervisor, had no idea who this little girl was or what had become of her after she left the farmhouse, but he knew that he had to find out.


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where the cue this week is “vent

Where There’s Smoke (A Six Sentence Story)

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“Don’t you be messin’ with no Ouija board,” Grandma admonished them, “those things are the Devil’s playground.”

Judith and her friends rolled their eyes at each other as they headed up to the attic of the old house in their pajamas for a slumber party, the Ouija board already hidden away in the rafters.

Judith wondered how her grandmother could possibly take a board game so seriously; all the kids were doing it, and it was all in good fun.

Soon they were sitting in a circle on the floor, Ouija board and planchette in the center, candles at each corner, inviting spirits to come and join them and asking questions about a classmate who had disappeared and was rumored to be dead.

At first they were nervous and giggly, not taking the movement of the planchette too seriously; then the air got heavy, and it slowly spelled out, “I have taken him, and if you seek him I will come for you as well.”

The girls looked at each other in terror as sulfurous smoke began to fill the attic, activating the smoke detector in the hallway below.


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where the cue this week is “activate


Behind the Curtain (A Six Sentence Story)


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Behind the curtain a young single mother suckles her newborn son.

Behind the curtain a young man fights for his life after a losing control of his car while texting on his phone.

Behind the curtain color returns to a working man’s face, and hope lights his wife’s eyes, as his body begins to accept the newly transplanted heart.

Behind the curtain nurses struggle to calm the homeless addict, a repeat patient trying once again to obtain the pain medication her body craves.

Behind the curtain family gathers around the bedside to whisper last goodbyes.

As a nurse she’s seen it all, life and death behind the curtain.

This week we’re moving
where the cue this week is “curtain


1000 Cranes (A Six Sentence Story)


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Her  husband walked in the door after work to find supper not yet started, and the table covered with piles of brightly colored squares of paper.

He stood there watching as her stiff fingers clumsily folded a bright yellow square turn by turn until a small paper crane took shape, matching dozens of others in a rainbow of colors that were filling the cardboard box sitting near her feet.

“What’s for supper?” he asked quizzically, eyeing the clean kitchen counter and unused stove behind her.

“It’s make your own night,” she replied, noting that there was sandwich fixings and leftover chicken in the fridge.

“Ok…. what are you doing, and how long have you been at it?”

“Since early this morning,” she mumbled, intently focused on the task at hand, “I have to finish them tonight, the doctor doesn’t think she’s going to make it to the morning.”

Japanese tradition holds that anyone who folds 1000 origami cranes will be granted a wish by the gods. 
I’m joining the incredibly awesome Zoe at “Uncharted
The cue this week is “crane“.


Transferred (A Six Sentence Story)

IMG_5447Holmes stood before The Big Boss uneasily, wondering why he’d been summoned and if his job was on the line.  He knew that his latest assignment wasn’t going so well, maybe because he identified too easily with the client and found it hard to steer him in a different direction.

Holmes personal life had been a series of missteps and now that he was working for The Big Boss he often felt like he wasn’t up to the challenge, but The Big Boss saw things differently.

“Holmes”, he began, “I think it’s time we tried something different, and I’ve got an assignment in mind that will be just right for you. I am transferring you back to Earth, and I want you to help Emily find a new husband that’s just right for her, she’s been alone for a long time now.”

“What, you… you want me to help my ex-wife find a new husband?” Holmes asked, totally dismayed; The Big Boss just nodded and smiled.”


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The cue this week is “transfer“.


A Dry Heat (A Six Sentence Story)

imagesT7XCTFU9Chele hated living in the Southwest; the temperature had been in triple digits every day for the past five weeks, and it was beginning to get to her.  She swore if one more person said that it wasn’t so bad because at least it was a dry heat she was going to strangle them. Dry heat, yes… like sticking your head in an oven. How she missed the trees, lakes, and green rolling hills of her childhood in the Midwest, and while she had to admit that there was a kind of stark beauty to be found where she lived now, it would never really feel like home.

Money was in short supply for Chele after the divorce, making it impossible for her to relocate; and Zane, the one who had brought her out here, and the only thing that had made her life good, was gone.

One day they found her drowned in the deep end of her swimming pool with a strangely peaceful smile on her face and a handwritten note on the poolside table that said “Please take me home”.

I’m joining Zoe at “Uncharted” for
The cue this week is “dry“.

Ripped Apart (A Six Sentence Story)

Jess wasn’t sure if the tears stinging her eyes were more about hurt or anger, some of both she decided. Her journal was her treasure, the one place she felt she could truly be herself and didn’t have to hold anything back. If only she hadn’t forgotten to put it back in it’s hiding place, and now he’d found it and read the whole thing through.

He was probably right anyway, saying it was all just garbage and not worth anyone’s time to read. Hands shaking, Jess ripped each word-filled page from the notebook and tore it into halves and then quarters, and dumped them unceremoniously into the trash can.

Late that night, unable to sleep, Jess retrieved the torn pages, spread them across the table and slowly began piecing her life back together.

I’m rejoining Zoe at “Uncharted” for Six Sentence Stories.
The cue this week is “ripped“.

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