The Grinch… a six
September 14, 2009 at 6:17 am | In 6s, writing | Leave a CommentTags: Christmas, flashfiction, Grinch, sixsentence, tree
October. Reaching around to turn out the lights, Lisa looked forlornly at the Christmas tree in the corner. The horror of two months of blinking lights and piped Christmas music was tipping her over the edge. Nothing but superficial, hyper-reality mass consumerism. It was discrimination to make her endure the torture. With resolve Lisa dialed the human resources department – she was going to get Christmas banned.
Long hot summer
December 22, 2008 at 6:18 am | In 6s | Leave a CommentTags: 6s
For a brief moment Alice considered taking the glass that remained in the broken timetable frame and slicing into her arm, instead she sat on her hands. Across the train track a row of palms trees planted on the unkempt nature strip, swayed in the hot northerlies. Alice hated the wind, she found it unsettling. The urge to cut was gone for now but it would be back. It’s going to be a long hot summer. Pulling her hands out from under her thighs, she got up, walked towards the train track… and waited.
Good morning
December 10, 2008 at 9:29 pm | In 6s | 2 CommentsTags: six sentence
Weighed down by sadness, Bec sat on the platform watching the trains go past. It was impossible to get up and catch her train. The dreeriness of the day the stretched before her welded her to the bench. She seriously considered jumping on the track but she didn’t have the energy. Looking at her watch she realised she was going to be late. Sighing she stood up and looked at the waiting train… decisively she turned around and walked back to her car. Once inside the tears started as the sadness became heavier.
the baby smells of beer… 6S
November 28, 2008 at 11:46 pm | In 6s, writing | 1 CommentTags: 6s, beer, drinking, six sentences
The half opened can of beer teetered on the table just out of reach of the baby, whilst the amused bunch of dick-heads watched him reaching for it. They nudged one another, cracking up like it was the funniest thing they had ever seen, their alcohol induced laughter startling the child. He wailed. ” Come an’ get that fucking kid… he’s ruining my buzz”, drunk number one shouted to his Mrs. She reluctantly got up off the banana lounge, slid her thongs on her feet, lurched unsteadily towards the baby, picked him up, grabbed another can and shuffled back to her place. She popped open the beer, the baby’s eyes lit up, she held the can up to his lips and gave him a small sip.
Ardour
November 13, 2008 at 3:19 am | In 6s, haiku | Leave a CommentTags: 6s, haiku
Vunerability was written all over his face as he lumbered towards the mismatched group of colleagues at the annual Christmas party. Lily intercepted him to avoid the inevitable akwardness that would follow his arrival. “Brian, its been awhile, how are you going?” Time stood still, Brian knew in his heart that Lily would be his saviour, as he started to tell her about the road crash that was his life. She nodded offering solace, enveloped by her warmth, he decided then and their that he would find a way into her life. A shiver ran up Lily’s spine and she had a urge to run but shrugged it off.
Haiku
Solace offered and misconstrued
Misplaced ardour inappropriate
Platform 10 6s
November 11, 2008 at 9:04 pm | In 6s | Leave a CommentTags: 6s
I stood to the side, searching in the sea of passing passengers for him, he doesnt know me yet. Of course he will find me in the same instant, our eyes meet, our souls rising up to entwine above the congested platform. Not one word will pass our lips. He is waiting for me, somewhere. As I watch the crowd melt away with a sigh, I straighten up and jump on my train. He wasn’t on platform ten today but he might there tomorrow and I’m late for work now.
The day after… 6S
November 5, 2008 at 10:51 pm | In 6s, West Wing, writing | 1 CommentTags: American election, Billie Holiday, Obama
Billie Holiday’s Strange Fruit played mournfully on my radio and I was struck my just how momentus November 5 was for all. Over the weeks leading up to the election I was convinced that the American people would not have the courage to vote for a Democrate and a black man. I am so glad I was wrong. As I listened to Obama’s Yes We Can speech with tears in my eyes… I believed that tomorrow would be a brighter day. I am a huge West Wing fan and I hope that Obama embodies the best bits of the character Jed Bartlet. I am celebrating in a quiet way here in Australia, but for people of colour everywhere, who have a vested interest in this, we can find inspiration that the President-Elect is a black man. I am hoping the next President is a woman.
Caught – 6S
November 4, 2008 at 11:05 pm | In 6s, writing | Leave a CommentTags: 6s, Thursday, writing
We broke up on a Thursday, a beautiful sunny day, until my heart fell fifteen stories and landed at your feet to be kicked to the curb. In my book, Friday is a better day to end it, so you have the whole weekend to get some composure and re-emerge as just another loser in the relationship stakes. On a Thursday with your face swollen from crying to much, you have to decide whether a broken heart is a good enough reason to call in sick on Friday, knowing that the tears will never be far away and you look like shit. No Thursday wasn’t a good day for me. But I know it wasn’t a good day for you either because you texted me fifty times on Friday to say sorry. I deleted them all.
Flame – ode to Arthur Miller
October 31, 2008 at 10:32 pm | In 6s, writing | 1 CommentTags: 6s, Arthur Miller, six sentences
Red hot flames licked the soles of her feet, the smell of her own body slowly cooking reached her nostrils. Her crime according to the town council of decrepit old men was loving another woman. She twisted her head to see what was left of Lilith, they made her watch her burn, the screams of agony tore her heart in two. When the members of the council came knocking at her door on dark nights and she spurned their advances, she knew it wouldn’t be long before the flames took her. They accused her of being possessed by the devil. She was possessed – but by a love that would know no end. They would pay because she was going to return and her wrath would rain down on them.
The tube – ode to the good doctor
October 29, 2008 at 11:33 pm | In 6s, writing | 1 CommentTags: 6s, Gonzo, Hunter S Thompson, public transport, six sentences
Pressing heavily against my sweat-drenched neighbour, bile started to rise in my throat. The taste of vomit in my mouth and with my nose buried in his armpit, there was absolutely no where to go. Desperation clouded my vision, all around me the seething masses of fellow travellers, morphed into writhing beasts devouring one another. To top it all off, the tinny sound of music coming from one thousand mp3 players filled my head. I was losing it – I hate humanity. Then and there I made a momentus decision, tomorrow I would drive.
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