Six Word Stories: Another Lost Chapter 

9″ and counting. Please. Stop. Raining.

Thinking naughty things, not about rain?

Here comes more rain. Sleepy-time again.

Island flooded; prayers for Haiti’s people.

Another rift, another gift stepping forward.

Dancing in circles. Exhausting or invigorating?

Believing the lies; forgotten little one.

Writing is connecting deeply with oneself.

Six word stories creating a fuss.

Counting to six, seven. Oops! Rewrite.

Six word stories are messy fun.

Six word stories on my mind.

Should be studying. Instead, I’m counting.

Six word stories are very delightful!

Six word stories. Thanks to Hemingway!

Thank you, Tony, for rekindling this!

Image: mind over matter dot com.

Six Word Stories x Six + 2 bonus

This is the sound of surrender.

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This condition, my mission: to change. 

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Create me, destroy me, again…again.

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For alone she lived quite miserably.

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Marching to her own rhythm again.

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He could love you as you.

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So freeing and liberating to be concise!

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Oops, I did it again. Me?!

Namaste 

__/|\__ Metta

2016.02.14

Golden Jars Buried in the Sand

Revealed by sands time washed away.

Lining the shore are golden-lided jars.

Littered beaches in the star’s heart.

Riddled with broken memories; past traumas.

Filled with sharp shards; broken mirrors.

Buried in sand to protect memories.

Buried carefully and lovingly through toil.

Her hands were bloodied, broken, soiled.

Flesh worn thin from the undertaking.

The burial of so much sin.

Where, oh where, must she begin?

Time has come to live again.

The bells toll, her sorrow dies.

It is time now to love again.

For this she no longer cries.

Related: Where the Wild Roses Grow: A Story of Murder

2016.02.14

Namaste

__/|\__ Metta
Featured Image: Wayne from Cave of Fame

Thank you so much Wayne for this drawing! I couldn’t have done this justice. It’s beautiful and I can taste and smell the salty air, feel the breeze and sand between my toes. I can hear the gulls and water lapping the shore. Thank you for being part of this journey. Love to you in yours!

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