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Six Sentence Story: Gulf

An old-fashioned black typewriter--not what I used to compose this Six Sentence Story!
Every week, Denise from Girlie on the Edge invites writers to pen a six sentence story based on a prompt word. It's a fun challenge, and I enjoy reading the stories that bloggers come up with. Feel free to visit Denise's blog and see for yourself! This week's prompt word: gulf. 

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Though it had been planned for weeks, she wonders if she can actually go through with it. Logically, it makes sense. One little step and it would all be over quickly. But here, standing on the high platform, primal fear rages deep inside her. I don't want to disappoint my children. Pressing ahead with that thought, she starts forward, leaving the security of the platform, and zip-lines across the gulf, where she arrives safely on the other side. 


The ending platform for the zip line course is just a tiny dot across the reservoir.



Comments

  1. And you lived to write about it! WooHoo, and you even have a photo of the gulf!

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    1. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? :-)

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  2. That's right! You crazy daredevil woman, lol. I remember when you shared that particular adventure. No doubt absolutely thrilling but...better you than me, lol
    Glad you joined in the Six this week :)

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  3. one word: No. Way.

    lol not such a fan of heights
    nicely engaging Six!

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  4. my knees go weak at the third floor. This would be scary. great telling. good six.

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    1. I was definitely out of my element, but, as is often the case, I'm glad I went through with it.

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  5. I'd never be able to do this. Kudos to you! Nice to see you here :)

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    1. I wasn't sure I would be able to, either. It was my birthday present from my kids, though, and I really didn't want to disappoint them. :-)

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  6. Wonderful, the achievement and the story!

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  7. This is on my bucket list! Yay for you!

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  8. Oof, no thank you. Once. That has been enough. (Fun Six!)

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  9. I'm with Clark on this one. Nope nope and nope. I shall live vicariously through your adventurous spirit!

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