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Barrage

It was a barrage.

It was relentless, one question after another, none of them really asking what they wanted to know.

It was becoming more than Carl could stand.

Finally, in frustration, he shouted, “Why don’t you ask what you really want to know?”

The room went silent, they were stunned.

Knowing he was the victor, he stood UP and walked away.

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Each week, the lovely and talented Ivy Walker hosts a link-up challenging writers to spin a tale in six sentences – no more, no less. Click on the link right here to find out more and link your own post. While you’re there, click on the blue frog button to find more stories from some wonderful storytellers.

This week’s prompt was question.

The Key, The Well, and The Dream

Sam stood there day after day watching the key as it turned against the shaft of the oil drill.

The well-worn and crusty metal element, he knew, was the key to his success.

But success wasn’t coming.

As he left the oilfields each day, he gave UP.

But his hope renewed with every sunrise; he was sure this new day held the key, this new day the oil would come, the bit would hit its mark, the key would grip the gear, and the well would open.

Yes, this time the well would hand him the key to a new life.

Each week, the lovely and talented Ivy Walker hosts a link-up challenging writers to spin a tale in six sentences – no more, no less. Click on the link right here to find out more and link your own post. While you’re there, click on the blue frog button to find more stories from some wonderful storytellers.

This week’s prompt was key.

Entranced Entrance

Caroline was entranced with anticipation of her entrance into society.

Debutante balls had been going on in New York City since the beginning of time it seemed,  but this one was special simply because it was hers!

Selfish, she knew she was; but it didn’t matter, she’d waited 18 years for this moment.

The very idea of walking down the enormous staircase into the ballroom on her father’s arm with all eyes turned to her thrilled her.

The outrageously expensive designer gown was perfect, her hair set, no coiffed, and her professional make UP job would turn every other girl in the room to vapor.

That’s what she wanted, to entrance them with her entrance as much as she was entranced with the archaic tradition.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Each week, the lovely and talented Ivy Walker hosts a link-up challenging writers to spin a tale in six sentences – no more, no less. Click on the link right here to find out more and link your own post. While you’re there, click on the blue frog button to find more stories from some wonderful storytellers.

This week’s prompt was entrance.

Item One: Assign Blame

Greg was the worst for it.

Every time something went wrong, rather than  try to find the root of the problem, he spent valuable time on the pointless task of finding someone to blame.

Item one on the agenda was:  Assign Blame.

It was standard procedure at every meeting,  every postmortem, every wrap UP.

They all despised him for it; hated their jobs, and hated meetings with him and hated the feeling of dismay as they filed out of the meetings.

The things is, they all knew, truth be told, every failing belonged to him.

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Each week, the lovely and talented Ivy Walker hosts a link-up challenging writers to spin a tale in six sentences – no more, no less. Click on the link right here to find out more and link your own post. While you’re there, click on the blue frog button to find more stories from some wonderful storytellers.

This week’s prompt was fault.