Stories In 6 Words Novels & Stories

The forest drank the light. June pushed through veils of thorn and creeper, her booted feet sinking into the soft, rotting loam. The air was thick and cold, carrying the scent of wet earth and something else, something ancient and metallic. The stories called this place the Cursed Wood, a place where hunters did not return. June clutched the haft of her throwing axe, her knuckles white. She was not here for game. She was here for the beast, the shadow that was said to tear livestock and men apart with equal indifference.

Dad stood at the top of the stairs, pointing at me on the floor as he loudly declared to everyone, "Dear relatives, please be my witness. This boy our Shaw family brought back is completely evil! To snatch the family fortune, not only did he poison Jackie with peanut powder, he even tried to stab Jackie in the storeroom a few days ago!" Mom held Jackie's arm which was wrapped in thick bandages, her eyes swelling with tears. "If Violet hadn't taken swift actions, Jackie might have lost his life! We cannot keep such a venomous snake in the house!" The guests looked disgusted, pointing at me and whispering. "That's what happens when you grow up poor. It's too late to change him." "How could he

There were only six words. ‘Do you want to talk now?’ __________

There was something captivating about him. One too many drinks later, I woke up to find everything spiraling out of control. My parents had leaped to their deaths. Debt collectors were banging on our door. Fred's desperate call came in. "Veronica, come home. Mom and Dad are gone." That same day, Dean and I were ambushed by reporters. The media was quick to paint him as a man with a scandalous personal life. To protect his company's upcoming stock launching, Dean lied, claiming we'd been in a long-term relationship.

Suppose… a pen isn't a pen, it is a gadget and it can give you whatever your desire is. But… Would you believe in my words or you think that everything is an illusion. A magic trick… It's not a magic trick, and seriously there's nothing like an illusion. Just believe… I have confidence in believing in my words. So, I used every word to create a world and I named it Ard. I created people, I created emotions, I created situations, I created thoughts. And it was me who made Ma'la the king of this world and worlds. And all the things happened for what, for a little sake of my boredom. (And still I don't want a title of 'God').

😳 God told him "There is one little girl who is 6-years-old living inside with her 1-year-old brother." The little girl was an orphan. God told the little girl named Sixen "Your little brother will be safe, there is a black woman & Russian man who needs your help, you must let them into your home, they will never hurt & will protect you like you are their own children."🤔 Sixen put her hands in front of her mouth & made a mixture of turkey & owl noises, which means that The owl's hoo rippled like a Turkey's speech does. Her baby brother came out at his beloved & favorite sound.

She nodded and then turned to me and said, “then why don’t you incorporate both into what you wish to show us?” Adding both together? That wasn’t an impossible request, but it wasn’t something I had quite prepared for. Still, I had to impress them so I quickly thought up something on the top of my head. Taking the centre of the stage, I took a quiet but deep breath in, as I had learned to do many times during practice. Then, with a clear voice, I spoke out some lines, “if there is a story to be told, why should I not be the one to tell it? Do we all not have that choice to tell our own tales?”

I cut him off. "Then it's fine. Is there anything you wanna do? Do you have any homework?" "I do, but I didn't bring any of my stuff." In the end, we just decided to watch some movies. After our talk last night, I kinda felt awkward. We're closer now, right? I mean, he told me some stuff about himself, so wouldn't it be fair if I told him something about myself too? Still, I don't think it's really the right time. I need to find the perfect timing to tell him about my illness. It would be better if I were honest about only talking to him because he has colors.