Six Word Stories Omnibus: Volume Two

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

Dog Days (Postcard Set #1)

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016

Six Word Stories Omnibus: Volume One

“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

darwinian (heads & tails)

make your dogmatic statements
fluff your tail
you, who prefer understatement
and always fail

your beautiful love clique
it twists the knife
so i’ve learned not to look
i wanted to be one of you
but you made me a heretic

leave this moebius food chain
fill the blanks
you, who’s accustomed to refrain
can’t break the bank!

you likeminded super beings in
your plush echo chamber of
gonging egos make me sick
you make me want to grub for
transcendence in dirt (and i have to)

stop your lazy genetic drift
cut a strip
don’t count on the allel shrift
evolve, crip!

there’s pluck and plesh inside me
and the horizon is within my reach
you’ve forced me to evolve or die
so in the end it doesn’t matter
i’ll be gone and you won’t find me

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016

Ripening

Did you not compel me
with your fertile landscape
to conceive a thought
of acquiescence
That I may touch heaven
if only for an hour
as your ripening buds
surrendered to my touch
Did you not propel me
with your servile hand to nape
to embolden in need
this quickening
An action birthed
with a pregnant pause
as your seasons
unfolded before me

You did not repel me
But let me lay a while
In your delicate layers
As we blossomed together

by PIXIEANNIE & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2015