Flash Fiction Friday 188: 6-word stories batch no.42

Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday and the one hundred and eighty-eighth piece in this series. This week’s is the forty-second bunch of 6-word stories by a variety of authors, together with their 6-word biographies!

6-word stories

by Chong Teck SIM, Singapore, Bookworm, Volunteer

(and his single story with five six-worders)…

Life: inseparable couple exuding sweet nectar.
Death: minutes apart into Heaven’s embrace.
Paradise: carefree living, together into eternity.
Affenpinschers: my companions for a decade.
Memory: yesteryears etch into my heart.

by Mark K – writer? Trying very hard…

with some 6 word worries whilst wandering home.

Night arrives quickly, blankets the park.
Dark shadows slide between the trees
Feather-like, a cold mist drifts down
Underfoot the crisp grass crunches
Drizzle soaks through me, I shudder.
My cloudy breath warms my face
Deep in pockets my hands sting
A little drunk I stumble on.
I’m lost, took a wrong turning
Now I’m alone, there’s only me.

by Jeanette O’Donnal, happiness guru, cryptic writer

Country club queen: lovely, luscious, lonely.
Favorite dessert kills child: parents guilty
Boomerang returns with answers: mystery solved
Courageous cat retrieves drowning field mouse
Pastor captured: bullied child reveals abuse
Lightning strikes tree: slumbering farmer killed
Anaconda found in cave: treasures discovered
Clandestine efforts prove effective: child found

by Steve Lodge – he pens and inks…

A nursing home for retired astronauts.
Treat me like your hound dog.
Don’t try confusing me with facts.
Hi, I’m Paul Savagely, yawning ferociously.
I’m dancing darkly with silent stealth.
Restful peace is an empty bladder.
You hear so many crazy things.
She had skin like a dolphin.
Waters whispering, new horizons in sound.
A dismal monologue, spoken in code.

by Trista, Canadian-born explorer and cat tamer.

Man’s best friend, can keep secrets.
Dad’s garden, harvested from his ashes.
Ouija boards toy with the dead.
My element: two hydrogen, one oxygen.

by Willard Sheen – insouciant but never louche

Procrastinator! Me? Now wait a minute…

and then three from yours truly… Morgen Bailey, Morgen With an E

A daily detox… for my hair.
Blind man, naked woman, old joke.
Sweeping away trouble… the murderer’s cleaner.

Thank you, everyone.

If you’d like to submit your 6-worders (up to ten per blog post, although you can send as many as you like and I’ll either pick the best ones or if I like most / all of them, schedule ahead) and / or 500-word max. stories for consideration for Flash Fiction Friday take a look here.