Six Word Stories

by Ina B Sentia, on or about 7.13.25

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Fish didn’t belong on the moon.

The number one can be large.

The sandwich did not feed enough.

The worm lost its favorite segment.

Coffee is the cause and cure.

One last time before the road.

The truth had one fly inside.

The mountain river had no master.

Each note ached to be heard.

The effort nearly killed her desire.

The waves rose like a dragon.

The love of fate killed him.

We avoided the chocolate fur balls.

The wind rippled through tall grass.

My life is a washing machine.

Audrey’s in the kitchen wasting thyme.

The grimalkin freaked out the parrots.

No matter what, you’re doing something.

My toothbrush has lived too long.

You just can’t beat the goalpost.

The armistice between winter and spring.

Their repeated path of most resistance.

She carried pain like a light.

The sound of one hand clapping.

Hands can never be tongue tied.

Violins give our pain a voice.

Violins is a big problem today.

His dog never learned to sigh.

What I’m writing is not real.

She said “I love you more.”

The wind is the enemy tonight.

I listened but could not see.

They thought the conversation meant something.

On the bottom was another top.

One heart can beat for two.

Be good at least once daily.

Do crime from time to time.

In for pennies, out for life.

In for pennies, in for life.

In for a penny, without thought.

Up and down, caught and thrown.

Slip and slide, didn’t fall down.

Go away each and every day.

Everything looks perfect from far away (Fe & Wine – Such great heights)

Tom Thumb was burgled when young.

Tom Thumb has burgled when young.

Tom Thumb has burgled the young.

Ah. He sure burgled that one.

The rain couldn’t change its force.

The reign couldn’t change their course.

Hammer on. Pull off. Your turn.

Testify in a court of law?

Trains go by every day now.

I am hers most every day.

I am his every other day.

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I am a shape shifter, but can never find my car keys. Chicks dig me, until they grow old enough to lay their own eggs. Guys want to be like me, which is why many of them are walking around with a fake ID.

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