A busted car and zero bars.
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6 Word Short Story: The Countryside
By emtwytte
A busted car and zero bars.
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6 Word Short Story: Just for a Second
By emtwytte
May I borrow the time machine?
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6 Word Short Story: Election Year
By emtwytte
My bar tab’s getting too high.
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6 Word Short Story: Ideal v. Real
By emtwytte
Shouldn’t be doesn’t always mean isn’t.
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6 Word Short Story: Apples to Apples
By emtwytte
Using synonyms to reveal disturbed psyches.
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Take a Number
By emtwytte
[A spotlight comes up on a man sitting at a desk in the middle of an otherwise empty stage so that it appears to be the only real thing in a pool of blackness.]
DEATH: Number 51,672.
NUMBER 51,672: Here! [She walks into the light to face the desk.]
DEATH: Good morning, and welcome to the underworld. Please, place your number in the slot. Here are your new identity cards. Hold onto them. You will need them later. This is Than. [Than enters the light.] Follow him to Sorting.
NUMBER 51,672: I’m… where am I going?
DEATH: That will be determined in Sorting. Thank you, good luck, and have a nice day!
THAN: This way please. [Than and Number 51,672 exit.]
DEATH: 51,673. … 51,673.
BERNARD: I… that’s my number, but…
DEATH: Good morning, and welcome to the underworld. Please, place your number in the slot. Here are your new-
BERNARD: -No. I’m not – you don’t… I’m not supposed to be here.
DEATH: [Aside] Not another one. How do they get through Psych? [To Bernard] I’m sorry, Sir. It seems you jumped ahead or were not properly processed. Than will see that you get to Psych for a proper briefing. Please, place your number in the slot. You can get another from Haz after.
BERNARD: But… I… [He looks down at the number.] I didn’t get this from Haz… I don’t know any Haz. I got it at the deli counter.
DEATH: …the deli counter…?
BERNARD: Yes, I was going to get ham slices… you know, for sandwiches?… I picked a number, and then I was here.
THAN: [Aside] Sir, the time continuum.
DEATH: [Aside] They told me they fixed it!
THAN: [Aside] Sir, I know you love that movie, but do you really think that quoting it is appropriate at-
DEATH: [Aside] Than! They told me that it wouldn’t happen unless the deli had the same numbers… [To Bernard] You really picked number 51,673 at a deli?
BERNARD: Yes, sir. Frid’s Deli on Third.
THAN: I don’t see… Wait. There it is. I’ve pulled it up, sir, and… they have identical markers. It would seem they have never bothered to reset and sort.
BERNARD: The machine broke straight-off, but we don’t mind. Most people think it’s funny.
DEATH: Hilarious.
THAN: Sir, should we check with-
DEATH: -Why bother? Put him back on the waiting list. [Than leads Bernard into the shadows.] He’ll be back soon enough. [The lights begin to fade.] Number 51,674.
[The lights come up on a counter on the other side of the stage.]
DELI WORKER: Number 51,673.
BERNARD: Here. I’d like some of the Boar’s Head honeybaked ham, please. And some of that cake, too. We should celebrate.
DELI WORKER: But you… you… this morning…
BERNARD: [Grinning] What’s Frid’s favorite? I’d like to buy him a present.
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6 Word Short Story: Sale Day!
By emtwytte
Tomorrow: the day of chocolate hangovers.
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Daily Inner Dialogue
By emtwytte
PLEASURE CENTER: We don’t really need to get up at 6.
LOGIC CENTER: Yes, we do. I figured it out last night.
PLEASURE CENTER: But you were being overly cautious. No, we can get up at 6:30 and still have plenty of time.
LOGIC CENTER: What? No. What data are you basing this off of?
SENSORY INPUT: The bed is very nice and warm, and closing our eyes and drifting would feel very nice.
LOGIC CENTER: You are not helping.
PLEASURE CENTER: That’s right. Reset the phone. Close our eyes. Mmmmm.
LOGIC CENTER: [At a shout but fading into the distance] No, don’t. Don’t listen to them! They’re being unreasonable!
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6 Word Short Story: Don’t Ask
By emtwytte
How long was my fly down?
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The Little Boy & the Window
By emtwytte
[Lights fade in on an empty room with an open window. From it is heard a lazy buzzing. The window’s screen is lying on the floor. A little boy runs into the room with a toy car.]
BOY: Vroooom! Vrooom! [He laughs as he bangs it into furniture and walls.] Vrooom! Honk! Honk! Get out of the way, or you’ll get run over! Vrooom! [The buzzing outside gets louder. The little boy sees the open window and screams.] Daaad! Aaaaaah! Daaad! [He drops the car and dives under the furniture, still screaming.]
DAD: What happened? Why are you under the- [He steps on the screen.] Did they sting you?
BOY: He wants them to! [The buzzing increases.]
DAD: Did they sting you?!
BOY: No!
DAD: Go to your room – no the bathroom! You have your pen?
BOY: Yes, but they’re-
DAD: Good. Use it if you get stung. Close the door until I tell you to open it, ok? Go now! [As soon as the little boy leaves the room, he dives for the window and slams it shut. The buzzing is quieter but still audible. There’s a shifting sound.] Don’t you dare open that window. Not an inch! You get the rest of those bees out of the house and close every window you opened. Do it now, or I swear we will move. And Missy moves with us. [We hear several windows shut abruptly, and the buzzing sound cuts off completely.] Don’t you ever do that again, or I will take them both and leave. You understand me? You will never. See. Her. Again.
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