Six word story challenge.

Backyard Game

Tech Badminton Intramural Championship 1995, bitches.

Six word story challenge: gathering.

Gathering

Please don’t invite me for Thanksgiving.

Six word story challenge: my rock

My Rock

Parents. Friends. Husband. Friends again, forever.

I posted yesterday, but this is the first day my November Blog Challenge with The Second Forty. Professor Dr. Hiljary and I always do our challenges together and this one is very different. And awesome.

Each day is a writing prompt and we write a six word story. The idea of this was started with Ernest Hemingway when someone prodded him to write a six word story. Hemingway wrote: “For sale: Baby shoes, never worn.” Some do not believe this story started with Hemingway, but I do because I love him. Here’s to Papa.

So, here’s the prompts for the month and the originators of this challenge are noted on the photo.

Soulmate

Soulmate lost. Please return when sane.



I’m not sure if this is actually a blooper, but my favorite Houston station has been running clips of its 40 year anniversary. This is from when the weatherman and back-up weatherman didn’t show up. NBC

I love this.

In case no one has told you lately, good job on that thing, man.

If you don’t get that reference, shame on you. And go get a copy of Abbey Road, for goodness sake. BTDubs, I get this song in my head A LOT in the shower and it’s great to sing.

Emily McDowell has it right again with this one. All my life I’ve heard the “when one door closes, another door opens,” as part of the quote by Alexander Graham Bell goes, but does it really? Does a door always open or is it sometimes only cracked with a chair behind it? Maybe. But maybe that window is big enough and I can squeeze tight if I need to. And I can break glass. God bless the lock picking universe.

YOU ARE KATE MIDDLETON IN AN ARBY’S!

There are 65 days left in the year, but don’t worry about that.

Look at what I found.