Category Archives: Fiction

6 Word Short Story: Monday

Nope. Wake me when it’s over.


6 Word Short Story: Missing

Missing: one mind, used, somewhat forgetful


Individual Nightmares

Flickering lights
Dark, shifting floors:
A hologram turned to life,
Separating and splitting
People, casting them
Into individual nightmares:
The black, twisted memories
Of a cruelly tortured soul
Bent on revenge on any and all.
In macabre juxtaposition,
The toy train circles
Through crying bodies
Over hidden graves.


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.


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