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Torn Apart

She sat there ripping pages from her diary just as though she could tear him from her life.

Sobbing big, huge, wrenching sobs that welled UP from the depths of her being, she tore and tore and tore.

And why not?

He’d ripped her heart when he left.

Why shouldn’t she rip him from her past?

All the while, she knew, something deep within told her he’d forever be a part of her 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 ripped.

 

The Preacher

He was there every morning; week in, week out.

Never failing.

He was always there, always proclaiming His truth.

Some people jeered as they walked by, some looked away,some crossed the street.

But, every day, all day, he preached; he never waivered.

It was the same simple message: For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.

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 wages.

False Start

Things were not starting off so well.

He’d wanted to make a good impression on his first day on the job, but it just wasn’t to be.

I mean, he wasn’t asking for perfection, just a better perception!

But things just weren’t working out.

Ten minutes late, mismatched socks, the coffee stain, and that little issue with his fly all caused a false start.

Nerves, they’ll get ya every time.

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 start.

Suspended

Violet loved lying on her back looking UP through the branches of the tree watching the ornaments as they hung, suspended by tiny threads.

It started when she was a little girl maybe five or six years old.

Possibly even before!

As their little family grew, she taught her brothers and sisters do the same.

As she watched the light dance off the hanging, twirling ornaments and carom its way around the room, the memories flooded back.

It was all just a memory now; the ornaments hanging from threads helped her suspend time just enough, allowing her imagination to bring the siblings, long gone, back for yet another Christmas Eve.

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 suspend.