Six Word Theater
Inspired by the challenge Hemingway undertook to tell a story
in six words("For Sale: baby shoes. Never worn.”), we attempt
to polish our skills by telling a six-word story or phrase each Wednesday.
If you feel the sentence isn’t final and may lead somewhere,
you are encouraged to follow it up or continue where I "left off"
with your own six words in the comments section.
If someone else has commented, try to continue from their end point.
Today's story:
Lived, loved, created; then woke up.
-Adam Barnick
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Six Word Theater
at 7:53 PM
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Swinging feet.
Note: "Sorry Peter".
Shit.
Drugs?
no, took none.
jesus.
yep.
Ducking shooting daggers. The Casket lowers.
Hate work: I haven't truly awoke.
Awoke.
Remembered.
Scrubbed hands
till
raw.
3:49am
silence.
flickers of light.
suspicion
the grief tourist
lovers kissing...
gunshots -
son of sam
the grief tourist says...
cause of death: a broken heart
the grief tourist says...
virgin birth
carpenter, prophet
martyr's death
the grief tourist says...
hit the lottery,
gambled...
broke again
the grief tourist says...
ghetto kid,
a thug's life...
executed
the grief tourist says...
born crying
lived laughing
died smiling
the grief tourist says...
you're not thinking -
you're
being thought
the grief tourist says...
got drafted,
fought
came home
overdosed
the grief tourist says...
catholic life...
baptism
matrimony
last rites
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