Robin Hawke

November 30, 2011, 2:17 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

A visit to France gave Annie a taste for pastry. And hot chocolate. Within a few short weeks, her morning habits changed for life.


A Week of Six Word Stories, November 22-28
November 29, 2011, 3:35 PM
Filed under: Six Word Stories

Battle weary; love ready. Escape planned.

Michael carried the burden. Sally’s deed.

Exposed, Jeff’s castle of love tumbled.

They held hands during movies, still.

Moonlight, sunlight, starlight, neonlight—incandescent kisses.

Imperfect ring tempered holiday cheer.

Hopes carried them over stoop, threshold.

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(These stories were posted, one by one, on DIY Romance, where you will find more six word stories. Feel free to submit your own.)

November 29, 2011, 3:17 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

The professor singled Donna out from the scores of virtuous philosophy students. Apprehensive, she listened as he inspired precision, specificity rather,  while watching his long ear lobes quiver.

With a freedom few students shared, she ditched his advice in a memory bank, “It’s okay; I’m gonna paint.”

November 28, 2011, 3:09 PM
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A writer’s routine disintegrated during the holidays when older traditions diverted her thoughts. The generosity of her musings succumbed to the necessities of a list. In a post office line, with hundreds of stories winking past, the writer looked at her watch.

November 27, 2011, 3:24 PM
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The red planet twinkled before them, as if to guide them. Lola pointed to the heavens with her flashlight, fingers no less nonsensical in the dark. The light of a reflected sun traveled worlds—the light from her flashlight disappeared into space beyond the power lines.

Heating Up
November 26, 2011, 3:07 PM
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Daylight disappeared and warm pools of light took its place. The streetlamps were festooned with flags and greenery. Only the nip of wind reminded Ben that his pockets were frayed.

November 25, 2011, 3:58 PM
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In front of a monument, the couple posed for their shot. The chemicals that bound their image to paper lasted longer than the dopamine that triggered a mad love. The photograph slipped behind a dresser, forgotten, to suffer the indignities of dust.