Six Sentence Sunday 18th November

Posted on November 18, 2012 by Vikki Thompson

Thank you for all your comments yesterday. It’s really interesting to hear how you all work 🙂

Today’s 6 sentences come from an exercise I did in my Faber class the week before last. The idea was to imagine you’re walking into a house and describe what you see…..

The hallway was a sensory overload. The muddy tones of the paisley carpet battled against the tiny delicate flowers that covered the walls. The ceiling and woodwork, painted white, a welcome reprieve to the eyes.

Turning into the dining room the carpet continued, but the walls were now a deep shade of red. A blood bath to dine by. The furniture, reproduction deep mahogany, a homage to Victorian style.

Who would live in a house like this?

Six Sentence Sunday 21st October

Posted on October 21, 2012 by Vikki Thompson

This weeks 6 sentences are from a piece I wrote as an exercise in the Faber class 🙂 We were asked to write 100 words on our name. I went blank, but after a bit of brainstorming came up with the idea of fictionalising the origin…..

We had agonised for days over what to call her.

“I want something classy Mike, you know, not Sharon or Tracey.”

Mike was very excited when he arrived at the hospital the following day and told me he’d found the perfect name for her, on a bus.

“I don’t think Waterloo is really suitable for a girl darling.”

But i was relieved to discover that he was referring to the number 36 going to Victoria Station.

Is it any wonder that she grew up loving the colour red!

This version has been edited down for the 6 sentences and yes, I really did get my name from a number 36 London bus 😉

If you want to see a actual number 36 bus the same as my dad would have seen you’ll have to click here.

Is there a story in how you got your name?

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Six Sentence Sunday 14th October

Posted on October 14, 2012 by Vikki Thompson

I wrote this piece back in April 🙂

“I’m sorry Jan, but it needs to be said.”

“No, please Dave, that’s enough, you’ve made your point.”

Jan looked across the table at her father in law. When she’d first met him, 30 years ago, he’d been tall, strong, a real mans man. But now, sitting at her kitchen table he reminded her of a frightened child, the roles reversed. The shell of the man he once was, living in their house because Dave’s sister couldn’t cope.

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Poor Jan….the poor father in law….I don’t think Dave has got much patience, do you?

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Six Sentence Sunday 7th October

Posted on October 7, 2012 by Vikki Thompson

Today’s six sentences come from a piece I wrote a couple of weeks ago.

Paula stood in the empty dining room and smiled. Finally, the house was hers. It had taken months of negotiations, solicitors, and that awful nephew, who got greedier and greedier as the weeks dragged on.

Paula pitied him. The deceased owner had loved this house, it had meant more to her than money. If only he’d taken such an interest in his aunt when she’d been alive.

I’m thinking that this could actually be the start of a romance. What reason could there be for “the nephew” being greedy?

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Six Sentence Sunday 30th September

Posted on September 30, 2012 by Vikki Thompson

This weeks six sentences come from a prompt I did earlier on in the week 🙂

Stuart had never really liked women, it all went back to his childhood, his mother. The contempt she felt for him was evident in her daily actions. The way she spoke to him, the way she looked at him.

As a young adult he was convinced that women were not to be trusted. That they would lie and cheat to get what they wanted. Numerous relationships he purposely sabotaged, incapable of loving, incapable of accepting love.

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Awwwww, poor Stuart 😉

Ok, I need a happy ending for this one don’t I 🙂

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Six Sentence Sunday 23rd September

Posted on September 23, 2012 by Vikki Thompson

Here are my six sentences 🙂

Douglas ran his fingers through his chestnut brown curls and sighed.

“But you promised Douglas.” Nancy whined.

“I know, I know, but what do you expect me to do love?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I hate this place!”

Douglas winced as Nancy stormed from the kitchen, slamming the door and stomped up the stairs.

Awwwww, poor Douglas lol. Nancy is one of them trophy wives, and when she doesn’t get her way, Douglas ends up on the sofa lol. She wants one of those swanky new apartments down on the river, but Douglas is running out of dosh, and fast…..she’s bleeding him dry.

So what should Douglas do? Which in my reckoning probably isn’t what he will do 😉

Six Sentence Sunday 16th September

Posted on September 16, 2012 by Vikki Thompson

Today is Six Sentence Sunday!

I’ve finally managed to get my link up on the site so this week I am participating officially! 🙂

Still experimenting with first person POV, and d’ya know what? I’m really enjoying it 🙂

In my first life, when I lived in France, my bed was straw. In my second life, in Italy, I laid on a large white bed, surrounded by vases of flowers, my body draped in the finest silk. Now, in what I call, my third life, I am a prisoner in a two up two down tiny terraced house in a small town in Northern England.

I don’t mind the cold and the rain, i was expecting that. But what I wasn’t expecting was how much John would change. I’m trapped and he has my passport.

This was part of a piece that a wrote about a poor French girl who tries to better herself. Unfortunately, in Italy she meets a man who, after promising her the earth, whisks her back to England to a life of misery (he turns out to be a right nasty bit of work!).

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Poetic justice for being greedy? Or will the Italian Stallion come to England to rescue her?

Six Sentence Sunday 9th September

Posted on September 9, 2012 by Vikki Thompson

Another little snippet from one of my daily writing prompts 🙂

“Ok, ok, I give in, take the bloody Blur CD’s!”

I hated this part of a breakup, that exhausting moment where things had to be divided up.

“No, I’m sorry, not the stereo.”

I held the phone away from my ear, for fear of permanent damage. Finally, she paused for breath.

“For God’s sake Tara, take the fucking stereo, just take everything!”

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I haven’t really worked out what’s going on here, but, needless to say, he’ll probably go home to find a completely empty flat lol 😉 Why is Tara so angry?

Six Sentence Sunday 2nd September

Posted on September 2, 2012 by Vikki Thompson

This weeks snippet comes from one of my prompts I did a couple of weeks ago…..

Max grabbed his car keys and ran to his car. He drove like a mad man, past caring about speeding fines, points, or other peoples lives.

He ran through the corridors, pushing past orderlies and other patients and finally arrived at the door to his wife’s room. He paused, took a deep breath, and tried to compose himself.

As he entered, his mother in law stood up.
“Oh Max, thank god you’re here.”

I’m thinking poor Max’s wife is in a coma. I’m such a happy soul lol 😉

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Six Sentence Sunday 19th August

Posted on August 19, 2012 by Vikki Thompson

I managed to keep up to date with my prompts during Swanwick. The following sentences are from a piece I wrote whilst I was there 🙂

The morning sun was beginning to rise as Sam made her way down to the lake behind the hotel. The shadows from the trees fell onto the still water, and gave the lake an eerie feel. Sam shivered as she sat down on a bench and watched a solitary duck glide silently through the murky water.

She felt sleepy, the tablets had begun to work. She knew she had to time it perfectly, or for the second time, she would fail. She waited, listening, to make sure there would be no one around to rescue her.

Oh dear, very depressing….well, you know what prompted this don’t you lol…..