Horton-Scorton
Bluelighter
Rules are simple: write a story using only six words.
Here are some of mine:
I only seem to question; why?
His books didn't comfort- not today.
A house, I wasn't to enter.
I sat. She stood. Record's over.
Wondering why; 'tis my mesmerizing toy.
"I'm all that's important."
"The sun!"
My friend denying I've anything more.
Love but remember; pyramids are tombs.
Rage, fear: there was no snake.
"Tell me I'm wrong, dear."
"No."
A metaphor is not everlasting bondage.
There must have been an entrance!
Painter, paint- spills alone be art.
Predetermination, randomness, will-
same movie regardless.
Finished my masterpiece- but fatherhood perished.
A timeless classic died at birth.
Is this the train goes home?
Mom and dad left behind photographs.
"Red hair suits me," she insisted.
Being with her is like love.
Here are some of mine:
I only seem to question; why?
His books didn't comfort- not today.
A house, I wasn't to enter.
I sat. She stood. Record's over.
Wondering why; 'tis my mesmerizing toy.
"I'm all that's important."
"The sun!"
My friend denying I've anything more.
Love but remember; pyramids are tombs.
Rage, fear: there was no snake.
"Tell me I'm wrong, dear."
"No."
A metaphor is not everlasting bondage.
There must have been an entrance!
Painter, paint- spills alone be art.
Predetermination, randomness, will-
same movie regardless.
Finished my masterpiece- but fatherhood perished.
A timeless classic died at birth.
Is this the train goes home?
Mom and dad left behind photographs.
"Red hair suits me," she insisted.
Being with her is like love.