Category Archives: Fiction

6 Word Short Story: He Thinks

He thinks his brain is unreliable.

6 Word Short Story: Improbable Dream

Failed entrepreneur: “I don’t understand people.”

Six Word Short Story: No

Can you stay conscious that long?

A Complete Boxed Puzzle

A: I don’t get it.

B: Oh, come on.

A: I really… I can’t understand it.

B: Leave it, will ya?

A: But why? Why would they do that?

B: It’s supposed to be creative.

A: Not that creative!

B: Mack-

A: -I gave them a complete boxed puzzle, and they made an ash tray!

B: Ok. That’s extreme. I know you love metaphors, but-

A: -No, it’s not. It’s accurate. It perfectly describes their lunacy.

B: They’re not crazy, Mack.

A: Sure fooled me! They can’t even follow simple instructions.

B: What? Because they didn’t do it your way?

A: Right.

B: Mack… they’re not you.

A: What?

B: If you want it done your way, do it yourself!

Hush and Heed

Hush, my child, or they will hear
Your petulant voice in the cold night air –
That shrill, hard pitch shreds their ears,
And those that get caught
Simply disappear.

Stay out of the woods!
That’s where they live, where they watch
And hunt for foolish kids
That show their parents’ words such scorn
And fade away
Like the fog at morn.

Steer clear of the waters,
Be they shallow or deep, they’ll pull you down
To their cold, dark depths
Where they like to sleep –
Where they steal your breath.

Hush and heed my warnings, my words,
Flee the woods and waters beyond.
Hush and head, my darling child,
If you wish to see tomorrow’s dawn.

It Is Not For You

SAGE: It is not for you.

ADOM: They need help. I could help.

EBO: You could. But can you?

ADOM: You don’t think-

SAGE: -It is not for you.

ADOM: I don’t care! I’m going to help.

EBO: Adom, no! [Sighs angrily.] That fool. They’ll… Oh, my gods! We have to save him.

SAGE: It is not for you.

EBO: How can you say that when… Sage? Sage!

6 Word Short Story: Tonight

Tonight, my drink needs an umbrella.

A Lifetime

A lifetime of care: step after step
Exactly where those other feet stepped
And in the same rhythm. In the same way.

A lifetime of homage: day after day
Of matching and following – toe, heel, toe, heel.
Too earnest to see that the shape of the foot
Doesn’t fit – the width, length, and depth
The sole cannot match. Look, and you’ll see

A lifetime attempt at what cannot be.

6 Word Short Story Play: Assumptions

A: Hello!

B: Goodbye!

A: You mean, “Hello.”

B: Nope.

Blunt and to the Point: A Short Dialogue

A: My life is blunt!

B: …what?

A: I have no function! No percentage!

B: Percentage? Of what? Do you need help with math? There’s a button on your calculator that-

A: -No! I’m talking about my existence! My viability!

B: …your life?

A: Yes! It’s rounded.

B: You mean you’re well-rounded? Or it’s a circle.

A: No! It’s… worn. [B raises his eyebrows.] It’s… dull.

B: Oohh. You’re bored.

A: …what? No, I am person.

B: What? Oh. No. Bored. B-o-r-e-d. Your life doesn’t entertain or amuse you. It’s no fun.

A: But my life is fun! Very fun! I have fun for keeps. Endlessly

B: …ok…then, what’s the problem?

A: My life is blunt! Worn! [At B’s bemused expression, A let’s out a frustrated exclamation, pulls out a smart phone, and does a quick search.] Pointless! It’s pointless!

B: …

A: So what should I do?

B: Don’t teach.

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