Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday and the one hundred and eighty-third piece in this series. This week’s is the thirty-ninth bunch of 6-word stories by a variety of authors, together with their 6-word biographies!
Next Friday will be a new feature ‘First Sentence Fridays’ where you can put the first sentence of your own book. together with its Amazon link, (with no other information or comment) in the comments section of the post. The following Friday will be the results of November’s 100-word competition.
by Chong Teck SIM, Singapore, Bookworm, Volunteer
- Music concert. Tired audience member: snoring.
- Famous celebrity. Arrogant snub. Dejected heart.
- Total white-out. Careful maneuver. Unsettled passengers.
- Delicious sashimi. Expensive prices. Reluctant wallet.
- Blowing snow. Unsteady feet. Ominous feeling.
- Buffet lunch. Gluttony appetite. Embarrassed girlfriend.
- Cute docent. Blushing cheeks. Annoyed husband.
- 19-hour flight. Jetlag. Asleep at work.
- Gigantic volcano. Scenic view. Scary afterthoughts.
- Lava fields. Hot springs. Enthralled tourists.
by Conor Crockford, a writer, haunted traveller
- Mother died and she tastes delicious.
- She felt his breath leave him.
- I’d wait for her forever now.
by Denele Campbell, loose in the woods
- In her dreams, she had emotions.
by G. H. Finn – author In Extremo
- Free to good home. Unwanted mother.
- Earth was in humanity’s hands. Butterfingers.
- Selling for friend. Used. One soul.
- “Let There Be Darkness!”. The End.
by Hope Erica Schultz writes everything. Really.
- Grandma’s corneas were my favorite present.
- We kissed again before we drowned.
- Milk, cookies, memories: the important things.
- Snow covers flowers, stones, graves, regrets.
- Demons, angels, gods — all consume us.
- Flaws, not perfections, captured my heart.
- Dying is easy. Survive for me.
- Mistletoe, eggnog, murder — a family Christmas.
- My chute opened. His did not.
- Love became control. I left him.
by Jason Phillips, a dreamer with ambition
- Hi, I don’t remember your name.
- Am I right or you wrong?
- For sale: three dreams, one dog.
- Haven’t you got a real job?
- I haven’t got anything left, man.
- Tear up the sky with memories.
by Jesse Cowles. Possibly pretentious. Hopefully not.
- Please burn my final words away.
- Eighteen isn’t old enough to go.
- Rampant alcoholism drives in my family.
- I only needed to forget once.
- No, I haven’t seen her, officer.
- That seems incorrect, but screw it.
- Bet I can jump those buses.
- You get used to the burn.
- Maybe we shouldn’t lick this beehive.
- I’ve had a change of heart.
- The French just call it toast.
- Did I hate him? Good question.
by Laura Widener: writer, mother, coffee addict.
- Makeup covers bruises, not broken spirits.
- Life packed in suitcases. Farewell, love.
- Only in her memories they lived.
- Buried memories don’t rouse the tears.
- I’ve forgotten how to live.
- Birth renewed her. Ruinous cycle shattered.
- Hold on. I’ll chase the madness.
- Kiss them often; cherish fleeting moments.
- She couldn’t scrub away the disgrace.
- Won’t you love me? I’m waiting.
by Lucinda Marshall – dystopic optimist, connection maker
- Blank canvas. She painted endless snow.
- Poop filled diaper. Air freshener emergency.
- Bandaids cover some wounds, not others.
- Moon men waltzed into Mama’s dreams.
- Cake plate empty. Dog says, “Moi?”
- Preacher preaches. Congregants pray. Sunday redemption.
- Flight cancelled. Luggage lost. Fantastic vacation.
- She walked her way through sorrow.
- Out of coffee. Back to bed.
by Mahendra Waghela – accidental writer, no proof!
- Woke up from nightmare, horrible mistake!
by Mark K – a writer? Trying hard.
Six word quotes from the asylum: part 1
- I really like my padded room.
- Six people live inside of me.
- I can’t make the voices stop.
- I feel at home in abattoirs.
- I’d never hurt you… on purpose.
- Ice-picks make a mess, hammers too.
- If you love me, untie me.
- I love the sound of screaming.
by Mark Vulliamy – civic bureaucrat now retired
- Conspiracy fails. Dictator survives. Axe descends.
- Lovers meet. Parents aghast. Tragedy ensues.
- Patiently waiting. She hasn’t said no.
- Perfect love caught the wrong train.
- Photograph found after Grandma passed: Who?
by Rajni Sinha – home maker and writer
- Winter’s cold but summers are warm.
- Eliminated bed bugs are back again.
- Food is more important than money.
- Doctor’s fail saving lives, lovers succeed.
- Spring is the season of love.
- Cows are cattle, dogs are not.
by Steve Lodge – inspired by frisky poodles
- Never tickle anybody who has diarrhoea.
- Batman is busy, call Paul Savagely.
- Perfect storm. Batten down the hatches.
- Let me put it another way.
- In search of a restless phantom.
- Locals brush their teeth with spinach.
- I expect I’ll get no respect.
- That doesn’t mean I love you.
- There’s a bull in that meadow.
- She lay there like a blancmange.
and then four from yours truly… Morgen Bailey, Morgen With an E
- The fog is lifting. We separate.
- Ready for life. No dress rehearsal.
- Book review. Yay, she loves it!
- Keeping out of politics. Blissfully aware.
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.
I wrote a crime lad lit novella (48,000 words) called Hitman Sam in 2008 and over the years, edited it, left it to marinate, re-edited it, put it back, then finally this year (2016), I edited it again and sent it to my beta readers who were kind enough to give me their feedback which led to more alterations and finally, on November 2nd, it was published!
It is available for 99c / 99p (or the equivalent in your country) via http://mybook.to/HitmanSam (links to Amazon in your country) or directly via Amazon.co.uk, Amazon.com etc. but before you rush over to purchase this quirky novella, do read on to find out more about it…
Blurb: Newly-redundant software designer Sam Simpson is looking for a new adventure – a cryptic advert in his local paper gives him that, and more. With two women vying for his affection, going behind their backs isn’t the smartest things he’s ever done.
This follows on just a month after my crime mystery novella, After Jessica, was published. Yay! Details below…
The second book I wrote, back in 2009, was After Jessica, a crime mystery novella published in October 2016. You can download this novella for just 99c / 99p via http://mybook.to/AfterJessica (which links to the Amazon page in your country) or directly from Amazon.co.uk or Amazon.com etc.
Tagline: Wind up his late sister’s affairs, Simon gets more than he bargains for.
Blurb: Jessica is an ordinary girl who comes across extraordinary circumstances and pays for them with her life. As well as identifying her body, her brother Simon then has to wind up her affairs but gets more than he bargains for. Who is Alexis, and why are Veronica and Daniel searching for her? Why is there a roll of cash in Jessica’s house, and what’s the connection between Simon’s sister and Alexis?