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Six Word Stories (29)

Trees are more like people than we often think. They hide so much beneath the ground, just like humans hid part of themselves behind pretending. Beauty, intricate personalities, strangeness, connectivity, how we and they reach out for each other. It’s often not until something unwanted, something uncomfortable happens and washes away the dirt, that we…
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Keeping Creative in Isolation

What do you do when the quiet finds you, and won’t leave?
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Six Word Stories (13)

I used to choose a seat closest to the doors, in the single cubbies to either side of the true passenger compartments. “Why do you sit here all alone? It’s dangerous for a single girl.” I had never thought of it as dangerous before the question. I enjoyed the nods and light conversation with strangers.…
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One More Time

She poses, one hand at her waist, one lifted as if to invite a question. One skate blade poised, toe and tip to ice. The other is ready to propel her body into motion. She stands there, frozen, every muscle straining then relaxing, waiting. Then it comes, gentle notes drifting out of her deep and…
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Lavender (A Dribble)

Lavender crushed between finger and thump. Only one blossom. The scent gentle but true, only for the person holding it.
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The Blue Drip

“But I found a drop of water and just couldn’t resist.” The painter scowled while her bit of Blue blushed and mixed with its cousin Brown. “Well now, we look like mud, and it’s all your fault.” If Brown had had arms, it would have folded them over each other, while holding a scowl on…
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Insomnia’s Kiss

Racing Chasing Unconsciousness…
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Christmas Orange Collection

1 Sent permeates air citrus juices flow and squirt orange is happiness
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Six Word Stories (3)

A collection of six word stories. Fog might obscure our path from time to time, but I am choosing to remember the path is still there and won’t move. Not only that, but mist is proof of the moisture that hangs in the air. The proof of life giving water. Proof of the cycle that…
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Six Word Stories (2)

My second small collection of six word stories. Sometimes I search for a photo to match the words rolling around in my head. Sometimes I see a picture first, and it speaks to me. I am trying to teach myself to find words and emotions in places picture that do not always naturally speak to…
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