Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday and the one hundred and fifty-sixth piece in this series. This week’s is the nineteenth bunch of 6-word stories by a variety of authors, together with their 6-word biographies!
by Chong Teck SIM – aspiring Singaporean writer
- Small lamps. Rangoli floor paintings. Deepavali.
- Re-igniting old pains. Past love.
- Sweet innocence. Ever-lasting marriage. Golden anniversary.
- Creaking doors. Pitter-patter footsteps. Mischievous poltergeist.
- Every morning. Unexpected roses. Secret admirer.
- To my beloved: no refund permitted.
- Tear-soaked face. Photograph. Departed lover.
- Two students. Holding hands. Puppy love.
- Anonymous donor. A blank cheque. Charity.
- Love misses a stop: my heart.
by Sal Buttaci finds humor in life
- Words of kindness transcend all tongues.
- In sleep no one is harmed.
- Life is measured with a thimble.
- The last great war was not.
- Counting to six, use both hands.
- Can “I do” be empty boasting?
- Find your purpose and live it.
by Mark K – a writer? Trying hard.
- Snail racing: Not an exciting sport.
- Twenty-twenty vision but he’s deaf.
- My Teddy bear died last night.
- Airline stewardess joins mile high club.
- When she went, my world stopped.
- Then diamond tears track furrowed cheeks.
- I’ll so miss her child-like smile.
- Her voice is like an angel’s.
- The door closed, my lips trembled.
- Sweet silence reigned, she’d left me.
by Samantha Wilcox, navigates life through writing
- Mix up, mothered the wrong child.
- Two men, three girls, one sigh.
- Her assistance declined, she left carefree.
- Ignored his call and walked away.
- Colorado snowfall brightened the dark firs.
- She failed and so I won.
- Excited, needed to share, chose you.
- Icy, moved fast, bad move, dead.
- Wrote this and more inspiration came.
- Degree’s done, job’s unfulfilling, still searching.
by Awen Thornber. Creative dreamer. Cancer survivor.
- Flash fiction. Short story. Became novella!
- Flees England, becomes Huguenot. Flees France.
by Geoffrey Iley: hedonist, romantic, aspiring wordsmith
- Will you… please? No! Goodbye.
- I demand your money! No! Bang!
- Where? Just here? ¾ enjoyable? Ooooh!
- Help! What? Can’t hear, sorry. Aaaaaargh…
- Candle snuffed… whose hand grips mine???
- (Enriched plutonium) + (psychopath) = extinction.
by James Holden works as a geek.
- But you were beautiful, back then.
by Mary Annie: writer at her best.
- The car screeched. And she screamed.
- Sang, danced, dined. To no avail.
by Suzanne, Pear-shaped, pushing 50, risking all
- Daughter bride chooses hyphen, maintains identity.
- Matriarch flees. Ocean restores. Family rejoices.
- Boy turned man. Loved her back.
- Grampa spoiled us flea market Sundays.
and then some from yours truly… Morgen Bailey, Morgen With an E
- Valentine’s Day. I’d expected something else.
- Generous lover, lonely wife, guilty feet.
- Concerto plays as he proposes. “No.”
- I love AC/DC. The band too.
- Watching movie, sinking into the sofa.
- Bought duct tape. Lover or killer?
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.