Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday and the one hundred and ninety-first piece in this series. This week’s is the forty-fourth bunch of 6-word stories by a variety of authors, together with their 6-word biographies!
- Whiskey, jazz, sleepless night; playing solo.
- Fire, water, wind, earth – distant reality.
- I played your rules to lose.
- Profanity thus became the absolute endgame.
- Epitaph: finally she found her home.
- Crimson, could be blood or love.
- Take my doppelganger – she collects souls.
- You and I complete the yin-yang.
- I kiss my prince, the frog.
- He went. He won. So good.
- He loved and lost, then cried.
- Storms, wind. Vast damage. Eventually calm.
- Sunbathing, burning, swimming, cooling off, drowning.
- Wedding dress. Driving too fast. Shroud.
- Church. Vows. Speeding. Morgue. Shroud.
- Slipping. Sliding. Submerging. Sinking. Sunk.
- Father’s gun. Murdered spouse. Hangman’s noose.
- Stealing sweets. Robbing banks. Prison cell.
- Edit. Delete. Send. Rejection. Write.
- Huge lighting flashes. Shaking in bed.
- Walking cane. Uneven ground. Tense muscles.
- Flu season. New strain. Packed hospitals.
- First-time model. Jittery bugs. Runway mishap.
- Precocious student. Multi lingual education. Sought after translator.
- Male model. Aquamarine eyes. Screaming fans.
- Charity event. Bad economy. Few donors.
- A creeping shadow advances. Loud screams…
- Failed automobile business. Drinking until morning.
- Classical Chinese. Beginner’s level. Already confusing.
- Humpty Dumpty’s a really good egg.
- Rolex TV, you gotta watch it.
- Snap crack ’n’ pop. Osteopath fails.
- Wanna break bones? Let’s get cracking.
- Boomerangs’ return, and so will I.
- He tumbled harder than Jericho’s walls.
- Eyes sting? Don’t snort chilli… Fool.”
- “Speak louder please, I have tinnitus.”
- A priest will always cross you.
- Is there anybody there? Yeah. A ghost.
by Peggy Schimmelman – writer, poet, dribbler, drabbler
- He forgot his dirty laundry, witch.
- Surprise sixtieth birthday party? Celebrate this.
- Your wife died of boredom, sir.
- Back it up next time, crybaby.
- Sorry, honey. Stolen husbands aren’t returnable.
by Rehanna writes to silence internal chatter
- Attempted a five-word story! Failed. Grr.
- I came, I saw, I fled.
- She sells seashells… he crushes them.
- Their eyes met. Then slid apart.
- Once, a Londoner spoke while commuting!
- One, two, three, four – I forgot.
- You think this is a story?
- ‘Once upon a time’, she began.
- ‘Drop the gun! Ow, my toe.’
- A six-word restriction can inspire trepidation.
by Steve Lodge – writer specialising in gibberish
- His sinister visitor wasn’t even odd.
- She is learning a new language.
- This is exactly what it seems.
- Draw me closer, nibble my ear.
- Ice skating makes my teeth itch.
- Let me caress your gorgeous shoulders.
- Let me look into your eyes.
- I would rather not eat courgettes.
- Bad planning never made life easy.
- Several hours later, he made toast.
and then three from yours truly… Morgen Bailey, Morgen With an E
- Country House Rescue. Epitome of Britain.
- Underrated medium. Lost weight. Became small.
- Shooting. TV documentary? No, murder.
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.
- and guest blogs about short stories on this blog: Alberta Ross, Jane Hertenstein, Helen M Hunt, Morgen Bailey, Sarah Grace Logan, Warren Bull.