Return of the six

It’s a new year and I have more six word stories for you, faithful readers.


Without sleep or mercy, it waits.

At my side as I dream.

Voices in the forest, temping whispers.

Shorn locks the temple will fall.

One single shot, empire in ruins.

Deep inside, things reach ever upward.

Sunlight caresses tousled sheets, lazy smile.

Rain cleans blood, no witnesses left.

Throw the toggle, space get folded.

As love fades, texts get shorter.

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