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.

Sextepalabras

And, in case the six-word stories you've .already.seen. weren't enough, here are some more.

• Flying, fire-breathing... I can take him.
• Shuck off the weight, stand tall.
• Six walked, but I heard thirty.
• Try something a little more... tailored.
• Perusing the soft, worn, leather-bound books.
• Lovely, a green tea... Too hot!
• Bamboo, stretching towards the green canopy.
• The mouth yawns to swallow me.
• I'd lie, but he'd know it.
• It's the ring - won't come off!
• Twittering bird, perched on stone.
• The diamond glittered in trembling hands.
• "Why didn't you see this coming?"
• "The age of man is over."
• The shotgun gave a satisfying recoil.
• A warrior must not be tempted.
• My soul was scraping my insides.
• It will come, if I call.

And yes, yes I should be asleep right now. Mind your own business.

Be My Sixcape

You remember the six-word stories? Well, I've been doing some more of those. I have a notepad beside my pillow, and I've been coming up with them. Go me ^_^

Anyhow, here's some more:

• The ever-present stars - lost, forever.
• If only we'd tested for that.
• Now, thousands will die... except me.
• A darkness falls... arms catch me.
• White shoals are calling - see ya!
• His eyes were two restrained cobras.
• Swords, daggers, pistols... all were useless.
• My watch whispers. It is time.
• Rain's needle feet patter across rooftops.
• We raced, dark and silent shadows.
• Your freedom is in their hands.
• I trip. Hello, ground. That hurt.
• Stretch, apart from time and circumstance.
• A single glare, silencing the class.
• How many more deaths are necessary?
• All wars end up bloody messes.
• Stop bragging or you'll be shot.

And here's the song that's been stuck in my head the past few hours:


Also I've just finished the story Lady Into Fox by David Garnett. It was quite interesting, though I can't help feeling as if it might not have worked better as a shorter piece.

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.