Tag Archives: Six Sentence Sunday

Six Sentence Sunday, 18 September 2011 (The Lost Pissarro)

Posted on September 18, 2011 by epbeaumont

She had pulled out the stops, every last one of them: no rules, followed her instinct, taken every last bit of technique she’d ever learned and thrown it in rage at the pretty-pretty stuff that everyone wanted. Nuclear test shots … Continue reading →

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Six Sentence Sunday, 11 September 2011 (The Lost Pissarro)

Posted on September 11, 2011 by epbeaumont

She painted. Outside, the sun crossed the sky. Under the unchanging light, she painted and fought the difficulties. The impressionist method meant doing it all at once: light and dark, hue and chroma all balanced at once. Not like the … Continue reading →

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Six Sentence Sunday, 4 September 2011 (The Lost Pissarro)

Posted on September 4, 2011 by epbeaumont

The herd-mothers approached as well, and circled around her. She ought to have been frightened (said the city girl in her head) but wasn’t, for all that those deadly horns were flourishing around her, held aloft like lances on festival … Continue reading →

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Six Sentence Sunday, 28 August 2011 (The Lost Pissarro)

Posted on August 28, 2011 by epbeaumont

She shook her head, to clear the dream: she’d slipped, momentarily, into the person of a raven soaring over a line of knights on horseback. Clearly not her real self. The unicorn foal not twenty paces away shook its head … Continue reading →

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Six Sentence Sunday, 21 August 2011 (The Lost Pissarro)

Posted on August 21, 2011 by epbeaumont

The world had shifted around them, and Angie Stavros took a sort of grim satisfaction in it, that now most of the world felt as dislocated as she did. Welcome to my world, she thought as she caught a glimpse … Continue reading →

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Six Sentence Sunday, 14 August 2011 (The Shape-shifter’s Tale)

Posted on August 14, 2011 by epbeaumont

I walk the colonnade of the vast stadium, its staircases rising past the locked gates. Along the top runs a frieze in which the counties are carved, all ninety-eight of them, geography in alphabetical order. The colonnade curves, outsize, all … Continue reading →

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Six Sentence Sunday, 7 August 2011 (Erika and the Vampire)

Posted on August 7, 2011 by epbeaumont

Erika knew who they were, Zack’s band, as if they weren’t totally blatant about it, with a name like Vlad and the Impalers. Vampire rock, with a lead singer named Drakul aka Drake, who used to be Zack. The drummer, … Continue reading →

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Six Sentence Sunday, 31 July 2011 (The Shape-shifter’s Tale)

Posted on July 31, 2011 by epbeaumont

My job was not a bad job, as my parents reminded me. It was quite a good job, actually, for someone who was not in college (could not be in college), and through one connection or another I had gotten … Continue reading →

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Six Sentence Sunday, 24 July 2011 (The Shape-shifter’s Tale)

Posted on July 24, 2011 by epbeaumont

I walked across the bridge, watching the wind ruffle the leaves and bits of disused trash blow across the sidewalk: a playbill from a cabaret evening, a lottery ticket, a torn bit of newspaper no longer legible. It didn’t matter. … Continue reading →

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What I am learning from Six Sentence Sunday

Posted on July 21, 2011 by epbeaumont

Well, I just signed up for Six Sentence Sunday, yet again, and I’m thinking about what I find so compelling about this exercise. The opportunity to see the work of other writers. Most of the folks writing it are doing … Continue reading →

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