Here’s the place to share your 6-word stories, your 6-sentence stories, flash fiction, flash memoir and any other short pieces.
Some 6-word stories previously posted by readers:
My first time ever … that’s all? –slacker-chick
birth..kindergarten..license..graduation….time flies! –Sherri
Working on my screenplay:
Optomistic, engaged, frustrated. At the movies.Working on reply:
Sadly, the writer could not spell. –Kablooey
Related posts:
Getting Micro-Creative
Getting Micro-Creative, Part 2
Memo to My Muse
Comment or post your creations below:
Strangling My Muse 
STARTER ITEMS FOR SANDBOX CHALLENGE #1:
Create metaphors for any of these words/phrases — or come up with your own.
Read more about this challenge here.
blowing curtains
a diesel bus
a mirror
books on a shelf
an unopened package
the sun rising over a mountain
shadows moving across the ceiling
a light switch
green beans
blades of grass
my hair
an empty room
a monarch butterfly
a new father
a tie-dyed t-shirt
my feet
a wedding dress
an unmade bed
a line of candles
a bottle of aspirin
an open book
my hand
a running dog
a sandbox
The books on her shelf are a cocktail party of pontificating intellectuals.
Great metaphor! Thanks for playing.
–Sandy
I’m not sure if I’m doing this right but….
blowing curtains are a thief’s calling card
a diesel bus is cancer on wheels
a mirror is a portal into reality
books on a shelf are a prisoner’s trophies
an unopened package is a dinner date with your former MySpace beaux
the sun rising over a mountain is the birth of creation
Shadows moving across a ceiling are my next dream
Yes, you’re doing this right. I love these!
~Sandy
The sharp, stinging hailstones of self-recrimination and doubt
Wonderful metaphor — and I hope you’re good at ducking when those hailstones start flying.
–Sandy
Fatigue swept over her like poured concrete. Its hot, heavy mass sank into her from the ground up. There were a few moments when she might have pulled free, but that time is well-past. She could not move if she wanted to, but… hey, this was a bright spot… she had no desire to do anything.
I love this!
–Sandy
SANDBOX CHALLENGE #10: WRITE THE FIRST LINE OF YOUR MASTERPIECE:
Write the first sentence of a story, novel, essay or memoir. Write something you think would entice readers to continue reading. Write several if you’d like.
Extra credit: Write the last sentence of a story, novel, essay or memoir. Or write several.
Extra extra credit: Write a pair (or pairs) of first and last lines that could be used for the same piece.
Here are a few of mine:
First Sentences:
One day the Head Engineer changed his mind about the whole gravity thing. (from a published flash fiction story of mine)
My clothes are trying to kill me.
Claude had been reluctantly stealing women’s hearts since he’d turned 16, and now he owned a big collection of them, shoved into the coat closet in his front hall.
If strangers could see the colors of our souls, they wouldn’t look at us as if they’d just found two pieces from separate jigsaw puzzles.
Last Sentences:
He’d always loved a good show. (from the same published story)
Anger rises in me as I think of the ruined sneakers. I’d kept them white for so long.
She lay next to him all night with her eyes on the ceiling, watching a spider making its long trek across the white expanse.
And perhaps, just possibly, the coconut monkey has lost its spiky hair and can no longer puncture the tender fingers of the family’s children with its angry splinters.
If you’d like, share your creations below.
Read more about this exercise here.
Everyone here looks just like ME!!
That’s great, Jenine — thanks for sharing your 6-word story.
~Sandy
The books sat on the shelf unopened and gathering dust, bound by their own jackets from exploring the hundreds of worlds wandering by one glimpse’s length away.
I love this, Yvette! Thanks so much for sharing it here and making me smile!
~Sandy
6 word story:
Food from co-op. Too much!
Ha! Great! Thanks for sharing your story, Julee.
~Sandy