“For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”
We think Mr. Hemingway may have been onto something with this six word story thing. They’re certainly a lot of fun to write, but perhaps it’s something he didn’t give a damn about beyond a means to make some quick cash off of his drinking chums. Those black market livers don’t pay for themselves!
However the six word story came about is possibly academic by this point. Perhaps the real point is to simply have fun with it. It’s an extreme version of flash fiction that many people seem to enjoy. Is it because we’re living in an ADD world? Or can meaning, and indeed entire tales, truly be conveyed in such micro-sized blips of verbiage?
Dear readers, we at Unbolt have been heartened by your enthusiastic response to our virgin attempts at composing our own six word stories. So, it’s without further ado that we introduce to you 17 true six word stories from yourselves, our loyal and talented fans!
We love you. Truly, we do. We don’t care about the colour of your skin or what religion you follow. There are more important things than being white, black, transparent or blue, and more important than dome shaped buildings, neon crosses and whether or not you know what Pascha is. (Is it a Slavic Easter or a brothel in Germany?) And even if you don’t celebrate your birthday, fuck it all! We love you, our dearest Readers!
Not for sale: 17 worn lives.
Is there a void or expectation?
“I love you” starts being machine-like.
by What Is A Name After All?
That we always try to fill.
by Ink Blot
I didn’t get it at first.
by Bridget the Ladybug
This is so creative! You’re brilliant!
by Carisa Adrienne
A brand new day started yesterday.
And now today it starts again.
Might have magically changed my life.
by Azul Zaffre
True love will always call back.
by Lord Walt
And it’s always good to enjoy.
by Tent Ninja
When love is shared, it grows.
Family is what you make it.
To love with truth is honour.
Honesty is more important than religion.
When the phone rings she dies.
Love to you both, my darlings!
by Madam Marmoset
And the blood just kept coming.
by The Grimoire of Keto