6 word stories
Ripped off from an offhand comment made here.
Found the hive. Am I dying?
She left. I followed. We married.
The waxing went wrong. Solo eyebrow.
I think I found the trigger.
My date had herpes. It’s love!
Trashman, video clerk, hobo. Bad CV.
Ninjas ring doorbell. I ignore it.
Doctor, your glove is fur-lined. Malpractice!
Lonely truck driver, don’t park here.
“Bring the saw. Legs won’t bend.”
Run! Ants! Big ones! With lasers!
Priest wanders to the red light.
He stayed. I stopped bathing. Peace.
I blogged. No one read it.
The new neighbor belched loudly. Welcome!
The philosopher read, got flabby, died.
Found the hive. Am I dying?
She left. I followed. We married.
The waxing went wrong. Solo eyebrow.
I think I found the trigger.
My date had herpes. It’s love!
Trashman, video clerk, hobo. Bad CV.
Ninjas ring doorbell. I ignore it.
Doctor, your glove is fur-lined. Malpractice!
Lonely truck driver, don’t park here.
“Bring the saw. Legs won’t bend.”
Run! Ants! Big ones! With lasers!
Priest wanders to the red light.
He stayed. I stopped bathing. Peace.
I blogged. No one read it.
The new neighbor belched loudly. Welcome!
The philosopher read, got flabby, died.
Labels: Trifles and Joshes
posted by Greg Mills at 12:03 PM
4 Comments:
Yesterday's neighbourhood-6-word-story is the following: Street fight. Wheelie bin damaged. Police.
That's sad, Marion.
I can't believe only one person has commented on your genius, Greg. so allow me... you're fucking brilliant!
Thanks doll! You're brilliant, too. We're like a binary star system!
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