Posted by: victanguera | November 6, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday #7

Okay, here are today’s six sentences for Six Sentence Sunday.

They didn’t call them rock-men for nothing. Enraged, he crushed me to his chest in a cold embrace. This close, he smelled like a combination of rancid, wet mud, mouldy earth, and decaying plant matter. Repulsed, I stopped breathing before the stench could knock me out.

I glimpsed rotting leaves tangled up in his concrete coloured hair, ratty and torn pants, and a checked jacket that would make a lumberjack proud. And a gleaming axe hanging from a tooled leather belt.

Because I’m doing NaNo this month, chances are fairly high that I won’t be able to read many of the other entries, so I apologize in advance for that. Once again, thanks for stopping by and taking the time to comment.




  1. Hey Linda! Love the six! It’s great reading you, my friend! Hope you have a fantastic Sunday!

  2. Very descriptive six! 🙂

  3. A great descriptive piece! Thanks for sharing.

  4. Excellent description. Well done!

  5. The tooled leather belt is interesting … an unexpected detail that piques my interest. There’s more to this guy than meets the eye (and nose).

    • Eeee, you noticed that little detail! More shall be revealed, but yes, our troll has some unexpected depths waiting for us.

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