by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016
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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
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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
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1, 2, 3… Aspirate!
Gentle readers, were you aware that ‘aspiration’ has two meanings?
Of course, ‘aspiration’ usually refers to hope or a strong desire to achieve something, but it also refers to the mundane yet necessary process of breathing in and out. We cannot have one thing without the other. You see, hope is absent when we’re no longer breathing. And breathing without hope is like being dead already.
As long as we’re still standing here breathing then let’s aspirate, yes? Let’s dare to reach for the impossible–even if just for a short time–for tomorrow’s a blank page that hasn’t been promised to us. So, shall we fill the blank page that sits here with us today? Right now? In this very hour? Yes. Let’s do that instead of waiting for tomorrow’s pages.
We’ve had a wonderful year at Unbolt. Tony joined the fold and filled up the space with words to complement Tati’s own. We featured some of our treasured readers’ own works. And we received quite a number of awards and writing challenges too!
To celebrate the amazing year that was, we at Unbolt have put together two pages dedicated to the awards and writing challenges we’ve received so far. Why have we done this? Because we want to share those awards and writing challenges with you, dear readers. It’s our way of saying thank you for your support. You mean a lot to us. We want you to know that we appreciate every single one of you! So, please, feel free to click through to the Choose Your Award! and Choose Your Challenge! pages, and have fun!
Oh, and may we also wish you a Happy New Year? Yes, a new start full of breathing and aspiration. Just what the doctor ordered!
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016
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Hellja Yule
Slashing Through The Snow
With A One Horse Open Slay.
Over Feels We Go,
Laughing All The Way.
That Horse Is Mean And Rank,
Setting Spirits Alight.
What Fun It Is To Kill And String
Her Up By The Toes Tonight, Hey!
Tingly Hell, Jingly Hell,
Dingle All The Way!
Oh, What Fun It Is To Ride
In A One Horse Open Slay, Hey!
Tingly Hell, Jingly Hell,
Dingle All The Way!
Oh, What Fun It Is To Ride
In A One Horse Open Slay!
A Day Or Two Ago,
I Thought I’d Take A Ride.
And Soon Miss Fanny Bright
Was Found On The Hillside.
She Was So Lean And Lank.
Misfortune Seemed Her Draw.
She Stuck Out Like A Plank,
Knee-Deep In Frosty Snow, Hey!
Tingly Hell, Jingly Hell,
Dingle All The Way!
Oh, What Fun It Is To Ride
In A One Horse Open Slay, Hey!
Tingly Hell, Jingly Hell,
A Merry Holiday!
Miss Bright Is White Like A Virgin Bride;
A Dream For Every Fiancé!
A Day Or Two Ago,
A Story I Did Tell,
To Get You In The Snow
And On Your Back Be Felled.
So Then When I Rode By
In My One Horse Open Slay,
I Laughed Up Sprawling Lies
Then Made My Get Away, Hey!
Oh, Singey Hell, Jingly Hell,
Dingle All The Way!
Oh What Fun It Is To Ride
In A One Horse Open Slay, Hey!
Dingy Hell, Batman Smells,
A Blood Soaked Holiday!
I’m Finally Free With My Horsey,
My Murder Weapon Slay!
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2015
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