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

[Talysia]

He stands before those hellish gates,
To fight the beast hiding inside.
Upon his sword rests many fates,
Including souls of those who've died.
And as the hellish foe awaits,
He pushes those gates open wide.

[TheEndIsNigh]

Ok I 'm up for it.

Although its difficult not to drift into Rupert mode.


He clung on to his snowball
passing time in dark endless space
He noticed it was getting warmer
as he approched the yellow heat
Wait, what's this huge blue ball
Watch out dinosaur. Oops too late.

[Culhwch]

Originally Posted by TorrnT

“Quickly man” the fat merchant urged.
“That cut throat Maddack has escaped”.
“Take me across, here's a coin”.
Halfway across the merchant points down,
“Did the drunk lying there pay”?
The stranger grins, “that’s the ferryman”


This very much suits my style of writing. Using the readers cognitive skills to create the story.
hope it works.

Very effective, Torn. I like the grim humour.

[BookStop]

The debaucherous letch left to moulder.
His last manuscript's pages wholly dispersed.
Remains like his trail grow colder,
His partner's alibi so convincingly rehearsed.

[TorrnT]

Janet woke up in a sweat,
then immediately reached for her husband.
His skin was warm and soft,
Confirmation that she had been dreaming.
She dressed, Went to the window
Before her rose a mushroom cloud.


I celebrated my 40th 1 day to long, and if i didnt feel 40 before my birthday i sure as hell do now and as such i cant seem to string anything good together.
so please forgive the above effort

ps. TheEndIsNigh i like the premise of your story.

[TheEndIsNigh]

Six line story - it was dying.
Everyone agreed that it would tragic
to leave it festering all alone
in the pits of internet hell.
So Tein came to resurect and
bring it back to life anew.

[TheEndIsNigh]

Rest in peace the sign said
For you a short happy life
No one heard your last refrain
As lowered into the darkened pit
followed by the dirt and sand
to cover your last few lines

[KESpires]

He leaves, golden spear in hand,
Enduring snow, fire, heaven, and hell.
Bleeding, he tames the wretched land.

[TheEndIsNigh]

Hello hello, what's this what's this
As by magic, from the dead
KESpires revives this long past thread
Brings it forth into life anew
As fair Teresa once did summon
Before the dawn of spectral mingling

[Jon_Sauve123]

She walks along dark, cold streets
Her footsteps the only, lonely sound
The moon is her companion, soundless,
Evil eyes stare forth from windows,
Hungry mouths hang open, dripping slobber,
They want to taste her soul.

Huh. Seems that when I do things like this depressing stuff always comes out.

[TheEndIsNigh]

Originally Posted by Jon_Sauve123

Huh. Seems that when I do things like this depressing stuff always comes out.

Depressing? That! It's the most cheerful thing I've seen all year and I liked the dripping slobber

[Marcus15]

The pathetic creature huddled alone, afraid
Strange invaders searched it out relentlessly
It only desired its' daily feed
The prey had struggled and screamed
The thing was a sentient being!
He would atone, if he survived

[Talysia]

The light from the candle wanes
As the wax overruns the wick.
Piles of books and vellum sheets
Sit atop a crowded, chaotic desk.
The scholar sits, quill in hand;
Waiting for their muse to strike.

[Ursa major]

Irony

She is the type of woman
..who always writes books in longhand;
He is the kind of man
..who never does anyone a favour;
They are the sort of people
..who never know where anything is.

[sffhound]

My insides twists as fear takes me again
I move to get out of bed
She holds me close and won't let me leave