6 Word Novels & Stories

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

I set down the hand weights and walked to the bench-press. I loaded the amount of weight I wanted and laid flat on my back. Tuck stood close by as my spotter in case I needed help. I lifted the weight bar and closed my eyes so I could concentrate on my next set of reps, but all I could see were her big brown eyes. I sighed heavily as Tuck looked at me concerned. Her eyes looked pained as if they were calling out to me. They begged to be rescued but mostly they longed for understanding, love and affection. As I completed my last set of reps Tuck helped me return the weight bar to its resting place. I sat up and instantly felt regret for letting her go. I was an idiot for giving her the cold s

"The King is... he’s a lonely little King." ​"Let him call," Mateo mumbled, his arm sliding around my waist just to keep us both from sliding off the seat. "He can call the moon. The moon doesn't answer to Cromwells." ​Everything became a montage of blurry faces and loud choruses. We were all "wasted" in the truest sense—wasted on the freedom, the gin, and the sheer relief of being away from the 40th floor.

I hesitate, trying to collect myself and fumble for the tight words to say. "My mom... She killed my dad!" ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

Please, let this be a joke. "Exactly and I'm serious." He says like he's reading my mind. "Oh, I... I'm really s-sorry. I'll bring it back when I get dressed." I stutter and overthink the words I just spoke out loud. I should let it wash first of course. When I'm nervous I sometimes talk weird stuff and stutter all the time. I hate to show it like this.