Appreciate appreciation
have you ever
found frogs lazily
leaping under faux moon
beams of gratitude
they’ll croak their duress
just the same
You have to listen closely
without touching
you have to find one alone
without having
It knows soon better than you or I do
A creature of pure motion
something that knows how to
appreciate appreciation
by M. SPAHR
© All rights reserved 2016
“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.
Story 1:
Is there a void or expectation?
by Sheldon
Story 2:
“I love you” starts being machine-like.
by What Is A Name After All?
Story 3:
That we always try to fill.
by Ink Blot
Story 4:
I didn’t get it at first.
by Bridget the Ladybug
Story 5:
This is so creative! You’re brilliant!
by Carisa Adrienne
Story 6:
A brand new day started yesterday.
Story 7:
And now today it starts again.
by Yradmo
Story 8:
Might have magically changed my life.
by Azul Zaffre
Story 9:
True love will always call back.
by Lord Walt
Story 10:
And it’s always good to enjoy.
by Tent Ninja
Story 11:
When love is shared, it grows.
Story 12:
Family is what you make it.
Story 13:
To love with truth is honour.
Story 14:
Honesty is more important than religion.
Story 15:
When the phone rings she dies.
Story 16:
Love to you both, my darlings!
by Madam Marmoset
Story 17:
And the blood just kept coming.
by The Grimoire of Keto
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016
Erm… hullo there. (This is rather awkward…)
Dear Reader, the stuff that was originally posted here has been removed.
We have done this because said stuff has since been included in one of our published books. We hope you’ll believe us when we say we’re not trying to be stingy. No, this has been done to honour the people who have already spent their hard-earned money on our eBook creations.*
If, however, for some reason you’re unable to buy one of our books, and feel you’ll die without seeing this piece of writing, then please contact us via admin@unbolt.me. We won’t allow our Dear Readers to fade away in the dark. We’ll send you the piece in question, and it will be absolutely free. All you need do is ask.
* Of course, we would be like two happy puppies if you too decided to buy one of our books.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016-2018
Erm… hullo there. (This is rather awkward…)
Dear Reader, the stuff that was originally posted here has been removed.
We have done this because said stuff has since been included in one of our published books. We hope you’ll believe us when we say we’re not trying to be stingy. No, this has been done to honour the people who have already spent their hard-earned money on our eBook creations.*
If, however, for some reason you’re unable to buy one of our books, and feel you’ll die without seeing this piece of writing, then please contact us via admin@unbolt.me. We won’t allow our Dear Readers to fade away in the dark. We’ll send you the piece in question, and it will be absolutely free. All you need do is ask.
* Of course, we would be like two happy puppies if you too decided to buy one of our books.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016-2018
Dig down deep in the well of your soul
till you find that the well’s run dry
Stretch your wings, cut the strings,
and hope dead birds can fly
We’ve all tapped out of an empty ring
at the height of an ongoing battle
and we can’t even choke; the only sound in our throats
a hollow and meaningless rattle
Nobody’s right until everybody’s wrong
You can’t write these lyrics if you already know the song
When those who believe don’t really belong
It won’t be long till we’re gone.
They say they want our words, our voices,
these referees of our silence
In the name of peace they command that we cease
with threats of respectable violence
Lest we speak, lest we compromise all,
they offer up stairs to the top of the wall
only to pull out the rug from our feet,
handing out blame as we fall
Nobody’s right until everybody’s wrong
You can’t write these lyrics if you already know the song
When those who believe don’t really belong
It won’t be long till we’re gone.
Whatever ghosts we fear the most,
they pale next to the shadow
of freedom offered by those who have it
to those whose fields lie fallow
‘Cause nobody’s right until everybody’s wrong
You can’t write these lyrics if you already know the song
When those who believe don’t really belong
It won’t be long till we’re gone.
by ANGLOPHILETOAD
© All rights reserved 2016
