After drinking, rivers run through me.
-slash-statements. Stories of six words in length and six words only: Following on from entering a competition through Fleeting magazine's website, I thought I would try and keep writing six word stories in a, no doubt, vain attempt to try and get close to Ernest Hemingway's original, for Sale: baby shoes, never worn and the winning entry, No taxidermist loved his daughter more (by Ami Hendrickson)
Thursday, 7 April 2016
Wednesday, 6 April 2016
#455
The peddler carried on; forever homeward.
Written for the Six on the Sixth prompt from the word, Peddle.
Written for the Six on the Sixth prompt from the word, Peddle.
#454
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