Son of 6 word story -- 6 (or less) lines of 6 words each

[Flavia]

Poet, if your pen is red
and battles with the October cold,
the fire you lit, I said,
will catch the truth not told

that hides inside the chill
If you don't tell, I will.

[Jarshen]

So, tell all, your chilly tale,
La bella della nocte, sweet night.
Compass truth within a cutting scope
And make us all a fitting male.
If that is what you want
Or thereby hangs a Shakespearean Tail.

[Flavia]

Zarastro just switched off the night
That Oberon had brought in sight.
Titania is not pleased and might
Erase Zarastro and all his light.

[HardScienceFan]

waltzing with Death,tangoing with mutilation
fretting over felicitous phrases,wayward words
all the kindness undone,mistakes multiplied
ashes of the past strewn haphazardly

[Flavia]

I have now spotted a man
who can tell a romantische verse

But, boy! Look at the man!
The barest one in the universe...

[HardScienceFan]

The flying kitten should know this:
creativity is an uncontrollable beast with me
is comes and goes,volatile,ethereal
and I can't write for S**t
I don't even aspire to aspire

[Flavia]

The uncontrollable beast is the same
that gives to us all... pain

[HardScienceFan]

Originally Posted by Flavia

The uncontrollable beast is the same
that gives to us all... pain

and once again i can't count to six

[Flavia]

Originally Posted by HardScienceFan

and once again i can't count to six

And once again six hasn't appeared...

And once again six didn't apparate

And once again... six is lost


Just try and success does happen!

[HardScienceFan]

my reply/quote wasn't meant as a six word story,Flavia

this one is

I've written in 'Workshop',place descriptions
tell me what you think,Flavia

[Flavia]

sorry if I didn't understand you

But my count was dead right!

*flies to the place of descriptions*

[Teresa Edgerton]

A little mottled green gold snake
Who slithers quickly through the grass
Thwarts the eagle’s swift, sudden plunge

(And, with apologies to Shakespeare, but I've been wanting to express this for years--)

Proud Titania! How could you forgive
Your even prouder mate, who conceived
For his sport and your humiliation,
That you should fall in love
With a conceited, ass-headed bumpkin?

[Flavia]

Such is Love that makes us

Kick and bray like the ass

[Teresa Edgerton]

Now October is the cruelest month,
Whose savage burning winds have set
Forests, hills, cities, mountains, on fire.
How welcome would come the rain,
On a land parched for moisture,
yet all that falls is ash.

[HardScienceFan]

son of six word story implies
sexual reproduction in phrases and sentences
lacking the requisite physique hinders matters
text being hermaphroditic is more likely