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Six Word Stories (17)

They beckon. “Come explore, come and learn, come experience our adventure.”
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The last few months have forced many of us to become all too familiar with ourselves. We have had time to think and think some more. This can be a good thing for people who have neglected themselves, forgetting how to listen to their own voice. Listening to self is important, but it should never…
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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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An artist can’t help but leave a part of themselves within their work, whatever form it takes. That is the beauty of art. I also believe that of creation, and the laws the universe follows. The Creator leaves his fingerprints within every law, truth, and formation in the universe. Have you ever really noticed the…
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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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Red is the color of so many things. Holly berries, rose’s, valentine hearts. Red is also the color of loss. Red is the color of grief. Red can be the color of hope.
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I remember going for walks on the beach. In the sun. In the spray. It was on a beach in the Netherlands where he asked. I said yes.
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Bubble Hunting

A sheet of ice that spans the street, black like darkest slate.From underneath water seeps, through clogged and rusting grate.Bubbles trapped under ice dance despite the cold,as little boots sliding fast can find no proper hold. Back and forth, ghost like in sheen, the bubbles bounce and bob.Weight is shifted up above. Stomp! That did…
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Winter like I know it has still not really come to my new home. It has only teased us with a few day long romps through white, but that’s alright. It will be thoroughly enjoyed when it decides to make our new home, it’s home. If only for a short time. I was not sorry…
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