
This is for Shweta’s Saturday Six Word Story Prompt #53: Loud
Sound asleep. Loud drum. Not anymore.
Wonderful day. She was finally promoted.
Daily Prompt: Promote
She was mourning her old life.
Daily prompt: Mourning
They believed in old-fashioned courtship.
Daily prompt: Courtship
She found the tide’s rhythm soothing.
She wanted more than faceless communication.
They ignored her. She felt invisible.
I was recently nominated for this award by Elyra over at Two Roads Diverge (who has a lovely blog with terrific poetry and stories). Thank you so much, Elyra!
The Leibster Award is an award passed from blogger to blogger. It is passed to bloggers with less than two hundred followers. Leibster comes from the German and means kindest, nicest, dearest, beloved. You can nominate from 5 to 11 bloggers. The rules for 2017 are here: The Global Aussie
Here are my nominees:
11 Random Facts about me:
My favorite blogger:
I don’t think I can pick just one, since I really enjoy so many blogs, so I will pick a few of my favorites: Cee’s Photography (beautiful photos), Haiku Out of Africa (wonderful haikus), and keithgarrettpoetry (fantastic poems).
Questions:
Elyra’s questions:
Thank you again to Elyra for the nomination!
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Yay! My story won third place in the Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge. I love doing this challenge each week. You can check out my story and the other winners here: And the winner is…
It’s a fun challenge to enter, and even if you don’t enter, you can enjoy all the great stories and vote for your favorites. This week’s challenge is here.
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