Bates Writes Six-Word Stories, Memoirs
International Writing Centers Week 2013 — Stories and Memoirs, Six Words Long
|She snored—no sleep for me.
Indecisive teen, the master of doubt.
His bloody shirt proved my guilt.
I rose to the top. Flotsam rises.
I’m older than I ever intended.
The Angels took Mommy to Heaven.
Hemingway stole my six-word story.
All her poems were about love.
Flowers on your grave, flags wave.
[Titled “Youth of Today”]
I kept busy. Did it matter?
Why didn’t I just say, “Yes”?
Got rejected but not giving up.
|They said I wouldn’t make it.
Still, we sent a peaceful mission.
Once again he won the lottery.
Well, that’s the way it is.
April is not the cruellest month.
Moving again?!? After so few months?
I’m reflected in my daughter’s eyes.
A Safe Batesie. A Happy Batesie.
Icicles popped my tire. Thanks, winter.
In memoriam: aspiring amateur lion trainer.
Wait, did you say that way?
Wanted to write it, but didn’t.
These days, her fake smile fooled.
Ineptitude, the skill of all.