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by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016
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by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016-2018
when the morning comes
i’ll yearn for transcendence again
tho’ the days keep piling all around
but before i know it i’ll be choking on fire
the fulsome hate behind your words
we’re not the object of your resentment
your feelings are way too big for our insides
we’re wayfaring strangers, not obliging quintains
so tilt at yourself please and leave us alone
don’t make us breach like worn out wineskins
is this what you want, to slut shame us?
fine, if it helps then you’re the higher one
and we are the weak, tawdry, ignoble
so when the morning comes you’ll have won
and i’m sure this knowledge will have warmed your bed
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016
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!)
Story 1:
I’d love to try as well.
by Geetalima
Story 2:
“I see you,” he said, smiling.
by Introspectiveinformation
Story 3:
The knight swung; the robber fell.
by Rawle Nyanzi
Story 4:
The computer crashed. All was lost.
by Grandmapeachy
Story 5:
Fingers trailing, leaving promises of return.
Story 6:
Libraries are bigger on the inside.
Story 7:
Sink your teeth in these wor(l)ds.
Story 8:
I only imagine our cheeks grazing.
by Beezuz
Story 9:
“Wait!” he screamed. “She’s still breathing!”
by Potentiallypublished
Story 10:
Online we practice being one person.
by Davekingsbury
Story 11:
No stories. Too bad, rent’s due.
by Strickletonyahoocouk
Story 12:
I really like blogger number 5.
by Xeno
Story 13:
Figures, red was never his colour.
by Alixa
Story 14:
I am completely nothing without myself.
by Amoderndivinecomedy
Story 15:
These short lines are incredibly tantalising.
by Miriam
Story 16:
In the silence she lives, freely.
by Tiffanybeingfree
Story 17:
Changed mind; your loss, my freedom.
Story 18:
He wished he’d kissed them goodbye.
Story 19:
Polka partner required. Inquire after trial.
by Nananoyz
Story 20:
This is a great volume one.
by Jessie Martinovic
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016
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