Oh, how we crave delicious tales;
bite sized snacks of literary nutriment!
Six word stories are gobsmackingly fun.
We love to eat your efforts.
Won’t you treat us some more?
(The ghost of Hemingway compels you!)
I’d love to try as well.
“I see you,” he said, smiling.
The knight swung; the robber fell.
by Rawle Nyanzi
The computer crashed. All was lost.
Fingers trailing, leaving promises of return.
Libraries are bigger on the inside.
Sink your teeth in these wor(l)ds.
I only imagine our cheeks grazing.
“Wait!” he screamed. “She’s still breathing!”
Online we practice being one person.
No stories. Too bad, rent’s due.
I really like blogger number 5.
Figures, red was never his colour.
I am completely nothing without myself.
These short lines are incredibly tantalising.
In the silence she lives, freely.
Changed mind; your loss, my freedom.
He wished he’d kissed them goodbye.
Polka partner required. Inquire after trial.
This is a great volume one.
by Jessie Martinovic