Fiction

Six-Word Stories

A story about what resists change, and what’s eternal, in six words.

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All diseases were conquered. Death was an adventure for volunteers.

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A widow is sort of a holy figure, while a divorcée is a tawdry one.

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“I think he does not care for art; I fancy he has not even read Pushkin.”

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A gravely ill man was waiting for me in a village ten miles distant.

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The dog glares back at Roger, his eyes on fire, but he doesn’t let her go.

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Human language, Winston thought, was not adequate for spiritual union.

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There was no sense in brushing off or any other civilized thing.

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I was enraged at being alone on the outside of all that love and lust.

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The peanut seller tore sheets out of paperback books to make the cones.

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Classics

The distant past returned—what part of it, he could not decide.

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The prisoners were ten ragged scarecrows wearing prison suits.

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Classics

Certainly the ushers who pass the baskets know me as a miser.

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“We’d be naive,” Crump went on, “not to assume that people are vile.”

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The preacher looked me in the eye. He laid his hand on my chest.

Fiction

Frank kept his face blank as he read the orders: Report to Berlin.

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Lebanon’s dreams of a homeland were fading with every rocket launch.

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They went to pray for the dead. It was important to shed some tears.

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Felicia knew why he was there. He was waiting. Waiting for her.

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“We see you tryin’ to hide. Ain’t no use tryin’ to hide in God’s House.”

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He ended every year in this manner, writing and dreaming.

Narrative “Tell Me A Story” High School Contest

We are in his car. “Bell, I’m starving. Want to go for a burger or pizza?”

I panic. Pizza. 285 calories per slice. Burgers. Harder to estimate.

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Chess was a humiliation that hung over him like a leper’s bell.

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“I’d like to talk to C about her personal statement,” Blattman said.

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I can see on him how things are changing for and against us.

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Lorenzo and me, we’d squat our own building. It was the new frontier.

Fiction

My daughter’s favorite game is Holocaust. She’s quite inventive.

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Paul King was shiftless and drunken; ugly tales were told of him.

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For all the stories they’d concocted, the real one electrified them.

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Two weeks after she and Mark were married, Hannah fell in love.