Sunday, September 28, 2014

Six Word Stories

The cards were new, but old.

Children gathered around, gazing at death.

Unridden, the horse fled like night.

Crimson fluid seeped into the drain.

Long across the plain, was hope.

The flowers were frozen yet fresh.





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  1. SOctober 5, 2014 at 7:57 PM

    Your short stories were great! You did great with creating the atmosphere despite being limited to six. The second story caught my eye the most, there are so many possible events that could've led up to that sentence and just leaves the reader in awe.

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