The Wooden Steed – Prose Poem – December 13, 2015

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Maegan lost her steed as she slept under an oak tree one summer’s eve in the country of Wales.  He was no standard steed, as indeed neither was she, as she was a winsome fairy maiden.  Her true love had carved him of the most precious wood then gifted it to her the day they were betrothed.  She could have wept, but knew it was quite useless, so she searched through the forest and the towns ’til he was found.  He was on a dull pavement impaled on a pole in front of a pub, her anger knew no bounds. So she ranted in rage, threw fairy dust around (the town shook in a quake ’til all were afraid) then Maegan took off with a bound on her steed; neither were seen there again.

© G.s.k. ‘15

Six Sentence Stories – Kistune in the Woods – December 8, 2015

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Ann, when she walked through the enchanted woods,
Met her friend the fox, all brilliant white, name Kitsune …
The fox so enchanting, as danced a lissome dance
Told Ann of all her adventures and made promises, saying:
“I’ll find you a bold prince dressed in bright red and gold”
But Ann knew her friend and the lies she told, and smiled.

© G.s.k. ‘15




Tell Me a Little Lie

The prompt:


After all, you only have six sentences…

  • no more
  • no less
  • use the cue (lie)
  • any genre
  • hop around
  • enjoy yourself