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Six-Word Stories, Part the Second
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First post? I love these things!
“Thou art a soggy lemonade sandwich.”
-My favorite thing my clone said
A kid in a gas mask.
He says, “Are you my mummy?”
My stepmother says we’re all dorks.
We respond: “We’re all dorks here.”
My father adds: “That includes you.”
I can’t seem to stop laughing.
“For the Overlord!” said the minion.
For sale: baby shoes. Tasted awful.
Seven word posts will be exterminated.
Indeed we do have six sides.
Pas de chat’s shouldn’t be literal.
Why am I not a grapefruit?!?
Song parody: “I Want Space Squids!”
Why’s there never enough whipped cream?
She used to be called “CTN.”
She wished to become an orange.
Well, today is not a Monday.
I have no idea what now.
Would you like some purple waffles?
Five words just are not enough.
Six is a most beautiful number.
Except when compared to forty two. (Is that one word or two? I’ll leave off the hyphen, anyways…)
Whose digits add up to six.
It’s also equal to seven sixes.
Six is, actually, a perfect number.
As Comment Zero noted (see above).
Oops–I didn’t get the pun.
Six Word Summary of My Weekend.
They cleaned her empty house today.
Silver divided, china split, jewelry taken.
He took the couches and mattresses.
She took the TV and paintings.
He took the piano and table.
The lady came and named prices.
They felt they should keep them.
What… I don’t understand. People were stealing from you? What happened, specifically?
Bibliophile: I think someone has died, and the heirs are clearing out the house.
Zinc, your words are beautiful. *squids*
Laundry mountain, book-keeping, OH HELP!
Get off the computer I must
I’ll never get out of here.
Oh, but you will. Have faith.
I’ll try, but life is discouraging.
Grades caking everything up yet again.
So this one time, I daydreamed.
I’ve been listening to bluegrass lately….
Today I will have an adventure.
Sometimes we kiss. It’s quite nice.
It is almost finals week. Panic!
I just wanted to learn everything.
The universe is so painfully beautiful.
Cheers to that last sentence, dear.
I feel like a crystaline sky,
Like I will transcend the earth.
Tonight potatoes appeared in my dream.
The mushrooms laughed. I rather swooned.
I woke up feeling like myself.
Who am I? I feel alive.
17- My, that last sentence was deep.
Oh my, is it May already?
Where did all the time go?
I designed an outfit for the
May Day Ball just in time!
I don’t think that splitting up
Stories into lines of six words
Really counts as six-word stories.
But that’s just my opinion, eh?
Oh, doesn’t it work? I’m sorry.
I’d call those 6x-word stories.
Better than √6-word stories, I guess.
I must disa-
(√6 approximately equals 2 and half)
19~ I only think it’s okay sometimes.
Each story has to stand alone.
Then they can be put together.
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I really thought I wanted to.
Turns out towels are quite flammable.
I slip back into the shadows.
Mistakes. Try again. Day after day.
Live and learn. Repeat as necessary.
Being invisible can come in handy.
I was content to be invisible.
I fell into the light, exposed.
I can never go back now.
The bodies had not yet cooled.
Oh dear, the violence has come.
This happened to the previous thread…
Well, death is easily made dramatic.
The happy bunnies were very happy!
She was struck by a tomato.
“Crazy? Not I! I am sane!”
Once upon a time she accidentally
She stopped believing after day three.
Sleepless nights followed by wakeless days.
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My lullaby tonight: a distant train.
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No breeze, sticky heat, can’t sleep.
Genmaicha plus Wild China equals bliss.
Was that smile meant for me?
—
She croaked pitifully, then fell silent.
—
One smile: yours, not for resale.
My web cam’s lens turned red.
Are you sure it’s not pink?
HAL intended, but point taken. BEWARE!
HAL opened the pod bay doors.
Understood the intended inference, you did.
Eyes closed, falling feels like flying.
… except there’s a more permanent destination.
I just won 50 dollars, yay!
How did you do that, agrrrfishi?
Sweepstakes assembly! I spun a wheel,
and ended up winning the prize.
Weird how these things work out.
That’s not as weird, I think,
As winning without spinning the wheel.
That would’ve been an extraordinary event.
Photo contest- the mountains are calling!
I’m always hearing the mountains’ call.
What are all the mountains saying?
“Hey, uh, is your refrigerator running?”
I think you’re hearing things, man.
Have you seen a doctor lately?
School gym. Lunch hour. Bollywood movie.
Free popcorn and energetic dance sequences.
So why is everyone so bored?
Headline: College class registration creates hysterics.
((SFTDP))
Completely addicting, this thread surely is.
Quite useful here is Yoda speak.
This thread surely is completely addicting.
I don’t understand why it’s useful.
Useful? Who said anything about that?
Kittymine said it was “quite useful.”
Stated in context of Yoda speak.
I don’t understand why Yoda-speak’s useful.
((I have been finding that Yoda speak works well when I’m trying to form sentences containing only six words. Or perhaps I’m just a Star Wars nut.))
That is exactly what I meant.
Things I do when I’m bored:
Go post or lurk on Museblog.
Watch several episodes of Doctor Who.
Watch my favorite episodes of Mythbusters.
Go read a very good book.
Create a kind of Pokemon fanart.
Write scary stories about crazy people.
Play Portal, Portal Two, or Skyrim.
I really want your life, Randomosity.
That is very kind of you.
But there is more to life
than just things done while bored.
I drank good coffee today. Nom.
I drank bad coffee today. Bleh.
I drank no coffee today! Tea.
Don’t want to play this recital.
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It’s too hot to be alive.
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It’s been 20 years. Suddenly, allergies!
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I am starting to hate people.
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Okay, that’s enough negativity for today.
Does the moon dream of sunlight?
Finals? I’m a senior, don’t care.
(Yet I’m scared for this quiz…)
I am not an anorexic hippopotamus.
End of year. Band director leaving.
Suddenly everything is a little blurry.
I feel like I’m stressed out.
Or having a bought of anxiety.
Or perhaps my stomach’s just upset.
“Bunnies, NOT cute? THIS IS BLASPHEMY”
“Sir, have you been bunnified lately?”
“BWAHAHAHA BUNNIFY BUNNIFY BUNNIFY BUNNIFY BUNNIFY”
” ^ That was quite a mediocre story.”
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Meanwhile, I said I preferred zebras.
I miss Fall Out Boy now.
Do platypusses ever cross the road?
I’m sure they have at least
Once in the history of roads.
Rose did not eat the TARDIS.
Yeah, but I bet Amy did.
Before or after River got married?
The TARDIS was the wedding cake.
TARDIS is a bitey mad lady.
She can’t possibly be a cake.
What do you mean by “cake”?
Something frosted you eat at weddings.
I thought it was something… expletive.
It’s a word that’s context-sensitive.
Awkward when expletive is also dessert.
The TARDIS is a lie? NO!
I didn’t mean to imply that…
Nonsensical comment made TARDIS a lie?
I didn’t mean it, I swear!
Curse me, Rose, and wedding cakes!
I’m sorry for the double post.
I forgot! And curse Portal too!
(And perhaps also curse Portal Two?)
“It’s hard to overstate my satisfaction…”
Satisfied the TARDIS is a lie???
“Now I only want you gone!”
((I’ve seen cakes shaped like the Death Star, a TARDIS cake is perfectly possible.))
It wouldn’t be the true TARDIS.
Perhaps that TARDIS is a lie.
((I’ve seen a TARDIS cake that used mirrors and little lights to make it look bigger on the inside.))
That is the coolest cake ever.
((I tried to make one once, but all the blue food coloring made the frosting too runny and it fell down))
I made a box shaped like the TARDIS in Ceramics.
Why would someone eat the TARDIS?
I’ve no idea. Ask my brain.
I apologize for the double post.
My brain frequently makes no sense.
When something pops into my head,
I always like to tell people.
Therefore, things said make little sense.
(And yes, even I don’t understand.)
The zombies in homeroom grinned uncomfortably.
Meanwhile, the humans ran far away.
Someone set off the fire extinguisher.
My school is really rather interesting.
Can you please adopt me now?
I would be very very honored.
What’s my relation to Cskia? I forget. *checks* Oh, I’m her sister! That’s nice. Anyway, if you’re adopting my sister… what should I call you? Maybe you should just go the whole hog and adopt me as well, along with any other siblings she might have–or maybe we can invent a name for your sister’s adoptive mother/your adopted daughter’s sister.
How pleasing to have another daughter.
Got a shirt. Didn’t attend event.
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Reading on the river. Ah, summer.
Boys at school quote Napoleon Dynamite.
“I’ve grown accustomed to her face.”
“Hey, your nose is really big!”
The better to smell you with.
I love heart-to-heart conversations.
but I only just met him
Did you see me? No? Oh…
Head is spinning, world is tilting.
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Stealing strawberries, first of the season.
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Wading in the river with friends.
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Sometimes the truth hurts too much.
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I wish I had the answers.
Luckily, my color pencils are waterproof.
I keep waiting for the consequences.
“No two hearts look exactly alike.”
Where do I go from here?
I’ve heard that Aruba is beautiful.
“Mom, what happened to my tarantula?”
“I gave it a time out.”
“Did it swallow the elephant again?”
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“You don’t understand. I am bald.”
“I can offer you no discount.”
WHY DO Y’ALL LOVE THIS THREAD?
BECAUSE THIS THREAD IS TOTALLY FLAMABLAMABLOUS!
No regrets? Onward it is, then!
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Messy hair, muddy feet, happy faces.
Don’t sit on the bubble wrap!
A lone cheerio on the sidewalk.
Why am I such an idiot?
You are not, you are wonderful.
You’re not an idiot at all.
You are definitely not an idiot.
Only for thinking yourself one, perhaps.
Truthfully, you’re beautiful, intelligent and sweet.
I can’t tell you that enough.
We love you, you wonderful Aggie.
(I love you guys a lot. You’re the kindest people I know. Also the flammiest and the awesomest.)
I have homework I won’t complete.
After all, math was too banal.
Indeed the test is on Friday.
Uhh, I will start studying tomorrow!
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My best friend is a Swalot.
He snuck chocolates into my backpack.
I was oblivious, but NOM. Yum!
My yesterday was awful, then fantastic.
I’ve never been so happy, ever.
I can hardly contain my flails.
Things are finally going my way.
Hostile looks from a friend. Uh-oh.
One piece of chocolate tasted orange.
Oblivious friends make life hard sometimes.
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Breakfast for dinner; the entire school congregates.
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Friend’s plane delayed. No sleep tonight.
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Easily distracted. I’m on edge today.
Too much aspartame makes me dizzy.
I just want cuddles right now.
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Philosophy paper: what really matters, anyway?
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I don’t know where time goes.
Soggy shoes, soggy socks, wet ground.
Look into someone’s eyes; see beauty.
I’m beginning to doubt simplicity exists.
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I passionately hate packing. That’s all.
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Philosophy papers make my brain tired.
Try Minimalism! Simply less packing. Zen.
That’s the plan for next semester.
I wish I was not me.
That would be a tragedy indeed.
I’m not always sure about that.
Be sure now. It would be.
If you weren’t, nobody else could.
Muddy dress pants make good memories.
Relationships are fun. Birthdays are stressful.
Minecraft: addicting, life-consuming, and fun.
Where’s that hissing noise coming from?
Probably the chorizo I was grilling.
hisss—- boom. Agent Lightning blew up.
“I’ll think about it” means “No.”
Well, that’s confusing. Insert frustration here.
Weekend summary in six parts, here:
1. Went to New Bedford; saw craziness.
2. Specifically, duct-tape sculpture kinds of craziness.
3. Stood around at a gallery opening.
4. Saw really cute boy and awkwardness.
5. Slept in same house as above.
6. Said nine words to cute boy.
Digital Media class is so fun!
We are currently making portfolio websites.
They’re to showcase all our projects.
We get to choose target audience.
So I’m called “Random” on mine.
Teacher asked if it was nickname.
Who Stole the Pie? — a Poem
She had told them he was
He said you did to me
You and I, we make fuss
Thief turned out to be she
I would like better science classes.
“Pizza for breakfast, pizza with tea…”
We ate sunflower seeds like cavemen.
(Rocks are, indeed, quite handy tools.)
Not you, not me, just… us.
She can’t seem to stop overreacting.
Maybe it’s going to be okay.
Why can’t she keep a secret?
She watched them meet, ran away.
“I’m off to see the Wizard…”
He said it wasn’t so bad.
She disagreed and wouldn’t see reason.
Now he thinks she’s just odd.
She thought she’d found a friend.
Or he thinks nothing of it?
Maybe she’s been overreacting about this.
This has been confusing and overdramatic.
Some things I can’t really forget
Some things like to sting forever
Some things always remind of regret
Some things will stop hurting–never.
A brick; inches away, a birth.
((Explanation: Today my grandma, my parents, and I drove out to the county where my grandparents both grew up to choose the plot where they want to be buried. On the way there we stopped by the place where my grandma was born. Surprisingly, the house is still standing, though not for much longer. The barn’s still in good shape, and we were even able to climb up to the second floor of it. The house, not so much, but we were able to peek in the window of the room where she was born. I pulled a brick out from the foundation for her to take with her.))
The lie is believed because it’s true.
How can I say goodbye now?
“Everything’s fine!” he yelled, shirt ablaze.
In midnights, in cups of coffee.
How do you measure a year?
We need to use this thread. (More more more more more more.)
My sister is polishing her trombone.
Heat shield–parachutes–rocket crane–TOUCHDOWN!
Stole a magic box and ran.
Cabin beside river hears trains howl.
Windows open, breeze blowing, traveling again.
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The open road feels like home.
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Being in motion doesn’t require commitment.
Lord of the Flies: Boys prove Britains are savage too.
What’s a Britain? I’ve no idea.Loving her is a strange pain.
Oh no, past self. Oh no.
Closing ceremony had many 80s bands.
i once did that as well
My real story is longer than
We all go into the dark.
“I’m drinking for two,” she said.
museblog sure has changed since ’09
…Okay, anything I know about you definitely is from old posts; I certainly can’t have seen you if that’s the last time you were here.
Out of curiosity, do you see the overall change as positive, negative, neutral, or so full of all of the above as to render any judgment an oversimplification?
Not as much as you’d think.
How’s it going, by the way?
110.1- I came back a few times.
Though only for very short periods.
I think I’ve seen you before.
As for the changes I’ve noticed.
Well, it seems a lot quieter.
Lots more new people back then.
And more posting, and more randomness.
Peace and quiet isn’t bad though.
Just a bit jarring for me.
110.2- Hello Piggy, sure’s been a while!
It’s been great, how about you?
The ‘blog has definitely matured. We’re older, on average, which makes a big difference. You’ve also stepped back into MuseBlog in the midst of the back-to-school season, so things are a tad extra-slow at the moment, but I agree that things are more relaxed in general. Not in a bad way at all.
Honestly, I miss it being busier.
Because he called me beautiful today
How do you do a different.
Gravatar, but on the same account.
I would like to post on.
The ( supremely flammy)Halloween ball threads.
Just add a new email address.
I only have one, said self.
Then just create a new one.
Or misspell your current email address.
You can’t add a new picture.
But you will be anonymous.
I obsess over wearing office supplies.
(Binder clips are the MOST ADORABLE)
Have you ever thought to try
decorating your hair with ballpoint pens?
(By which I mean to say,
hanging them from your hair by
the clip part on the caps.)
I hope I’m not bending the rules too much with this post.
You can also use pens as pencils to keep your hair up, by twisting it into a knot and then sticking the writing implement through it! I do this a lot, because when someone asks if I have a pen, I can reach up and pull one out of my hair like a ninja.
Harder now that my hair’s short.
(But a lovely idea, of course!)
Actually stole idea from male friend.
His hair was only two inches.
So you can make this work!
How do you wear binder clips?
As clips, from necklaces, in loops.
Thanks! brb, making binder clip necklace. ♥
Office implements make splendifferous accessories!
(I just made that word up)
Paperclip necklaces, anyone? Gotta love those.
RAINBOW paperclip necklaces.
I own ten colors of clips. (Binder clips, yes, and paperclips too!)
I own much more than ten.
I went shopping with my aunt.
Bought hundreds of paperclips, I did.
For sale: baby; shoes (never worn)
Of course I will study- tomorrow.
Missing: magic hat
(Rabbit not included)
I ought to stop posting here.
I still have more work to do.
SFTDP.
Cake! I miscounted writing second line!
You should have left out “more.”
You’re right. Thought I needed it.
Duffels do not like to close.
His grave is well cared for.
In the end, she was loved.
(When I was writing my paper about the Concorde a few summers ago, this was the phrase that kept popping into my head when I saw the photos of the final flights and retirement ceremonies.)
For sale: baby shoes, moderately worn.
For sale: shoe babies. Mega creepy.
For sale: baby chews, teething toys.
For sale: baby. Shoes not included.
For sale: baby platform shoes. Retro!
For sale: shoes. Y’know, for adults.
“Boy, THAT’S unexpected,” said Tom ironically.
Shoe babies. *giggles*
Chilton trips, and my heart breaks.
For sale: babe issues. Chicks, bro….
For sale: baby shoes. Gluten-free!
Omigosh my language arts class is actually doing this right now! First we did one to summarize our Spring Break, and I just finished my ‘entire life’ one today. I like it, even though it’s a little cliché.
“Anchored as I strain to fly”
One of our requirements was that it must work literally and figuratively, and I have succeeded!
Sizzling in the embodiment of fury,
((Which is seriously all that I have done so far in my newest one-shot story. I think it’s pathetic how excited I was when I found out it was exactly six words long
Man, I gotta get working on that….))
tried hand at cuisine: never again
smelled of burnt bagels ever since
Get back on that horse, tenderfoot!
Torn omelette–but such nice texture!