Sextepalabras Segundos

Can't compose coherent thoughts. Too tired. Take some six-word stories instead. (Look on projectsidewalk for more community projects.)

• Flirtatious... too shallow, perhaps, for me.
• What more could I ask for?
• The steady pulsing beat expels thought.
• A hug... pause... an awkward reunion.
• Such tiredness assails me... cannot think...
• Place your hand here, in mine.
• The graceful curve of a bowl.
• Chirping crickets greet the pale moon.
• Computers, phones, players - too much technology!
• Paper holds secrets, in folds, creases...
• Curling up with books and blankets.

Flash Fiction-ating

As I don't really like posting entire compositions here, I'll try something new and just give you the first few lines:

I ran down the corridor, breathing heavily. I had lost her. My chest heaved, and a sob cracked its way through my chest and up my throat. I thought furiously through the desperation that threatened to consume me. There was no way to regain her. She was too far away, they would know exactly where I went, and I would lose her again, whatever I did. They knew me too well.

... and then give you the link to the rest: My Life - Gone, With One Click.

Wrote it in a flash of inspiration based on a six-word story I wrote, now serving as the title, on projectsidewalk.com. You should go look at that, too.

Great Moments

A list I composed back in June, but didn't share. I'm not sure why. But here, you can have it now.

Feeling the heat of the sun on your body
The earthy smell of ripe blackberries in summer
Having a really good picture on your driver's license
The feeling you get right after finishing a really good book
The closed-in feeling of driving down a country road in the dark
Getting enhanced nightvision right after it snows
Sliding down banisters
The word "snazzy"
Tipping a chair backwards and getting that perfect balance
Walking along a trail in the woods and realizing you're the only one there
Having whatever's in your head come out perfectly on paper
Listening to a great surround sound system
Painting your bedroom the perfect color
An entire stack of the books that you love
Figuring out all the shortcuts on your cell phone
Customizing all the shortcuts on your cell phone
The clean, abrupt smell of permanent marker
Movies that leave you breathless
People you can watch those movies with
Dangly earrings
Summer days, in February
A perfectly sharpened pencil
Old TV shows nobody remembers
Knowing your cat's body language
Watching a movie on YouTube over and over
Old radio broadcasts from the '40s and '50s
Having all your laundry clean at the same time
An equalizer preset that does exactly what you were looking for
Playing hide-and-go-seek with small children
The sight of a herd of deer in a meadow
Estate sales with huge collections of baubles
The little wiggling thing cats do before they pounce
A candle lit for the first time
Getting personal letters
Glass bottles of ink
Small silver charms
Real, old hardwood floors
Floating on a lake in the bottom of a boat
Ancient vine-covered concrete that reminds you of ruins
Having a dragonfly land on your arm
The smell of water lilies
A completed sudoku board
Old chandeliers
Getting a perfect cadence to your words
Doing something childish and not caring who disapproves
The feeling you get after completing a really long essay
The moment when you've got the inspiration, right before you create something amazing

Give it a thought. When was the last time you noticed, and enjoyed, those kinds of (almost entirely superfluous) moments in your life? No one else will enjoy them for you.

Footnote: This is my 200th post to this blog.

Six-Word Stories

Again, something from ProjectSidewalk.

• Innocent flower, yet so many deaths.
• "Throw them overboard." "But... your son!"
• Footsteps stopped outside the door. Shit.
• Red hair flowed, flames in wind.
• Heavy coat... something in my pocket...
• Brilliant blue eyes. My heart stops.
• My love, Death, comes for me.
• A button marked "Self-Destruct". Too obvious.
• Across the beadspread, so many photographs.
• Can't tell him... he'll kill me.
• I cough. Meaning I'm still alive.
• My hat walks into the bar.
• The grey rabbit is following me.

ProjectSidewalk

I wish I could manipulate matter.

Wish granted. You now have hands.

- From the Corrupted Wish game, on the website ProjectSidewalk. I have just joined and explored the site. I really like the ideas on here, and some people are really creative. I suggest you go see.

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Also, I really like this picture. I wish the subjects could have seen the quote that went with it.