The Haberdashery of Six Word Stories

-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

#457

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After drinking, rivers run through me.
Wednesday, 6 April 2016

#456

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An inch away; always too far. Written for the Six on the Sixth prompt from the word, Inch .

#455

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The peddler carried on; forever homeward. Written for the Six on the Sixth prompt from the word, Peddle .

#454

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I loved to watch them hang-dance. Written for the Six on the Sixth prompt from the word, Hang .

#453

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Enslaved now, I can’t not pop. Written for the Six on the Sixth prompt from the word, Pills .

#452

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He stalks the land.  We run.   Written for the Six on the Sixth prompt from the word, Giant .

#451

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Why I plan I don’t know. Written for the Six on the Sixth prompt from the word, Plan.
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