6 Word Story

The day I went to try on my wedding suit, a stranger stormed into the VIP fitting room and drove a knife into my gut. "Sleeping with my woman, and you dare wear a suit this expensive?" He ripped my shirt into ribbons with a wild grin and threw sulfuric acid straight at me. The knife was buried deep in my abdomen. Pain ripped through me as I collapsed. He yanked my hair, forcing my head up. "Susan Lefebvre is my wife. What the hell are you? Just some filthy side piece hiding in the shadows!" Blood dripped from my fingertips as the truth sank in. The fiancée I'd loved for seven years had been cheating on me all along. "What are you staring at?" He sneered. "Even if I kill you, no one can touch me. My wife runs this city!" Watching that arrogant face twist in triumph, I took out my phone with a trembling, blood-soaked hand and dialed my sister. "Allison," I said, my voice cold and calm. "Come pick me up at the bridal salon. And tell the Lefebvres that the engagement is off."

After I turn five years of age and have my very own phone, I start receiving strange messages every single day. For some reason, the sender keeps referring to me as their mom. At 3:00 am, they send me another message. "Mom, I saw you in my dreams again. The rain is seeping into the attic. My stepmom told me to use a rag to soak up all the water, but the rag is too small. Even though I tried to wipe it up all night, it still wouldn't dry. Mom, I'm so cold and hungry. I miss you so much…" I tilt my head, looking at the rain pouring outside the window. I then earnestly reply, "Don't be scared, sweetheart. Where are you right now? I will bring you something yummy!"

I donated 45 million to the city's best kindergarten, but my daughter failed the enrollment interview. She was a polymath. Furious, I demanded an explanation from admissions. She hurled an assessment file at my face. "Your daughter's brilliant, but you're the exact opposite! You're dead last among the parents!" She continued, "The others have tech domes! You're nothing but a regular Ivy League graduate! Your degree's worth about as much as toilet paper!" The other teachers laughed as well. "If we admit her daughter, it's going to look bad on the other kids. She can't take that responsibility." "Yeah, I can't believe she's demanding an explanation from Ms. Johnson. Her husband is the kindergarten's biggest stakeholder. He can make sure her daughter has nowhere to go." The admission teacher shoved me away. With disdain in her eyes, she said, "Out of my sight if you know what's good for you. My husband is picking me up in his Rolls-Royce. His car plate alone is worth more than your life! It's lucky 777! Only one in Georgeport!" Three sevens? That was my husband's car. I laughed mirthlessly and texted my husband. "I had no idea you had another wife behind me."

It was a national holiday and we decided to drive back to my husband's hometown to spend the holidays. One day before we left, my husband's childhood crush came crying to him that she had not managed to buy train tickets home. My husband immediately decided to let her have my seat in the car and insisted that I take the train instead. I looked at him in disbelief. There was shock in my eyes. Even my son insisted I take the train. "Mommy, Aunt Rosie is so pretty. How could you make her take the train?" I did not argue. I booked my train ticket right in front of them. However, it was to my own hometown. I no longer wanted a biased husband and a disloyal son.

I worked for a restaurant, and our boss loved making empty promises about giving us restaurant shares. The boss said we would start with zero shares, but we could earn 0.01% for every two hours of overtime, covering someone else’s work or saving the restaurant 1,000 bucks. I suggested she write this down in an official document and have someone track it properly. She just smiled and told everyone to work harder. She never actually put it in writing. The experienced staff did not believe her, but one prep cook took it seriously. At the end of the year, he went to the boss to claim his shares. The boss said, “Sorry, the head chef told me there’s no official document, so it doesn’t count. You can’t claim any shares.” The prep cook worked hard all year and got nothing for it, so he took his anger out on me. The day before I was going home for the New Year, he killed me with a knife. “If you hadn’t said it doesn’t count without an official document, this whole restaurant would’ve been mine!” I lay in a pool of blood. When I opened my eyes, I was back to the day the boss first made those empty promises.

I chase after Dean Wagner for five years while Graham Ashford chases after me for seven. When Dean marries Emily Caldwell, I finally say yes to being Graham's girlfriend. Graham is over the moon. He treats me like I'm everything to him, like he'd do whatever it takes just to make me happy. But Graham doesn't believe in marriage. Even when our daughter turns four, he still hasn't married me. He won't even let her call him "Dad". One night, I overhear him joking around with his buddies. "Your daughter's already four. You still aren't bringing your wife and kid home to meet your parents?" Graham taps his knuckles on the table and laughs. "You know why I got with Nora and had a kid with her. I just want to make Emily jealous. "Nora's easy to fool. She won't ever leave me, even if I never bring her or the kid home." He thinks he has me all figured out, but he doesn't. I turn and leave without a word, then plan to leave him for good. A man like that doesn't deserve my love. And he sure as well doesn't deserve to be my daughter's father.

'เขา'หลงรักเธอตั้งแต่แรกพบ อยากครอบครอง อยากดูแลและอยากปกป้อง เขาจึงตั้งใจผูกมัดเธอไว้ด้วยการแต่งงานปลอมๆ ในระยะเวลา 6เดือน ทว่าความเจ้าเล่ห์ของเขามีมากกว่าที่เธอคิดไว้ เขาใช้ทุกวิธีในการทำให้เธอตกเป็นของเขาทั้ง'กาย' และ 'ใจ' โดยเขาเองก็ไม่รู้ว่าตัวเองนั้นตรงสเปคของหญิงสาวคนนี้ตั้งแต่แรกพบแล้วเช่นกัน..... "เธอชื่ออะไร" เขาถามเธอด้วยน้ำเสียงที่นุ่มนวล "ฉะ..ฉันชื่อ ทิชา ค่ะ-//-" เธอตอบด้วยน้ำเสียงตะกุกตะกัก เพราะเขาหล่อมากก เเถมยังเป็นสเปคของเธออีกด้วยย

คำโปรย: "ถ้าแดชขอโทษมัน สัญญามาก่อนดิว่าดีน่าจะยอมเป็นแฟนกับแดช" แดชยกมือขึ้นกอดอกขณะที่ ใบหน้าหล่อคมก้มลงหาใบหน้าสวยหวานจนแทบจะแนบชิดติดเป็นคนๆ เดียวกัน "ดีน่าจะยอมเป็นแฟนของแดชไหมละ" แนะนำตัวละคร พระเอก: แดช ชนัศชัย ศิวาพร ลูกชายหัวแก้วหัวแหวนของไฮโซหนุ่ม 'ชินสีห์ ศิวา พร' และ 'อัญชลี ศรีบุญผึ้ง' กำลังศึกษาอยู่ใน ระดับชั้นมัธยมศึกษาตอนปลายปีที่6 แดชเป็นเด็ก หนุ่มที่มีความก้าวร้าวและเอาแต่ใจตัวเอง หากจะมี ก็เพียงแค่บุคคลหนึ่งที่แดชยินยอมเธอได้ทุกอย่าง ไม่ว่าเธอจะร้องขออะไรก็ตาม ด้วยหวังว่ามันจะ ทำให้เธอยอมรับเขาเข้าไปข้างในหัวใจของเธอ แต่ก็มีเพียงสิ่งเดียวเท่านั้นที่หญิงสาวร้องขอจาก แดชและนับได้ว่าเป็นเรื่องที่ยากที่สุดสำหรับคน เกเรอย่างแดช เธอขอให้เขา 'เลิกรังแกข่มเหงคน อื่น' แลกกับการที่เธอจะตกลงเป็นแฟนกับเขา... ดีน่า ดรัลพร สุรพลพรัญชัย ดีน่าเป็นเพื่อนร่วมห้องเดียวกันกับแดช แน่นอนว่า ดีน่าเองก็รู้ตัวมาเสมอว่าแดชนั้นมีความรู้สึกแบบ ไหนต่อตัวเอง แต่เพราะความก้าวร้าวและป่าเถื่อน ของแดชจึงทำให้ดีน่าเลือกที่จะทำเป็นไม่รับรู้ถึง ความรู้สึกในส่วนนั้นที่แดชมีต่อเธอ ก่อนที่พ่อและ แม่ของแดชจะเดินทางมาหาเธอด้วยตัวเองเพื่อร้องขอให้ดีน่าช่วยรับลูกชายของพวกตนไปไว้ใน พิจรณา ด้วยรู้ดีว่าดีน่านั้นเป็นเพียงคนเดียวที่จะ กำราบเจ้าเด็กดื้ออย่างลูกชายของพวกตนได้...

I lapse into unconsciousness for a few days after a high fever. When I wake up, I see my boyfriend and his best friend standing by my bed. I want to enliven the atmosphere, so I joke, "Who are you?" Eric Cobb, my boyfriend, is taken aback. I almost laugh at the look on his face. Then, he points at his friend, Jonah Mullen. "Don't you remember? Your boyfriend's been panicking over you. As his best friend, I have to be here with him." This time, I'm the one who's taken aback. Unexpectedly, Jonah steps forward and says, "That's right. I'm your boyfriend, Jonah Mullen."

Three years after our breakup, I ran into my ex-girlfriend, and she had her new boyfriend by her side. "Hey, isn't that Henry the expert?" Diego Stanley taunted with a smirk. "Three years post-breakup, and you're slumming it here playing with clay?" I furrowed my brow, ignored them, and carefully moved the Victorian-era porcelain musician figurine onto its preset base in the display case. When I wasn't biting, he reached out to grab the figurine from my arms. "What's this junk you're treating like gold? Let me take a look." Cynthia Wyatt frowned, her voice laced with that familiar arrogance. "Henry, I've given you three years to shape up, and you're still the same loser? Come on, hand over that clay doll to Diego. Don't kill the vibe. If you play nice, I might even reconsider our old engagement." As Diego's hand neared the figurine, I dodged quickly and barked, "Hands off! It's a historical artifact!" Diego got pissed off and shoved me hard. "Some flea market find, and you're acting all high and mighty?" In the ensuing scuffle, I lost my balance, and the figurine slipped from my grasp, crashing to the floor. That sealed their fate. This entitled pair was about to go bankrupt trying to fix it.