Son of 6 word story -- 6 (or less) lines of 6 words each

[Wiglaf]

A shadow hung over his head.
An unseen panther stalked behind him.
His breath hovered in the air.
The cold stung like fifty wasps.
Sweating despite the cold, he paused.
He saw something to his left.

 

[Wiglaf]

Something large moved in the distance.
It was roughly a pony's size.
The beast had coal black fur.
William recognized it as a hound.
Noiselessly it disappeared into the dark.

 

[Wiglaf]

With a pounding heart, he ran.
His lungs screamed in horrid agony.
He smacked into the first door.
Knocking him down, the door won.
Woozy, he stumbled to another door.
Would this one yield, or not?

 

[Wiglaf]

The door swung under his weigt.
He crashed headlong on the floor.
Looking up he saw a man.
With a start, the man stood.
He then walked over to William.

 

[Wiglaf]

A scarred face peered down questioningly.
Two gray eyes bored into William.
Then the gray haired man spoke.
"Pardon, I somehow missed your name."
After a pause, William stuttered, "Will."

 

[Teresa Edgerton]

Wow, I'm impressed by the length of what you've just given us, Wiglaf! And some of the lines are very fine indeed. But maybe another time you decide to post something of that length, you might give us all the verses in one message? Otherwise people could be discouraged from adding their own contributions, afraid they might break up the flow of your story.

 

[Talysia]

Soft, warms hands keep their hold
On my deeply sleeping, dreaming mind,
Maintaining a delicious slumber. What's that?
What racket seeks to wake me?
Sleep's almost magical grip instantly shatters,
Throwing me into this mundane wakefulness.

 

[Sephiroth]

I dreamt of blithely stabbing it,
The server that torments us so!
But if I severed it, then,
We'd have nowhere else to go!


Instead I cast my purpish mind,
Across La Manche, across the sea.
And calming, thought of better things,
And laid my head to sleep.

 

[Talysia]

Great doors open to reveal it:
The greatest library in the world.
All books, old and new, abound
Stacked on shelves, floor to ceiling.
What tales are contained within them?
I could spend an eternity there.

 

[Giovanna Clairval]

A bauble made of glass contains
A perfect, tiny, unhatched world complete
With miniature tides, and infant mountains,
A shining dust-mote for the moon.
Exquisite as a jewel this world
If no one breaks the glass ...

(I love this one!)

Within that sphere, you did capture
the essence of a tiny life,
perfect in all details, and subdued,
safely secluded on a Barbie planet.

 

[Sephiroth]

(I loved that one too, yes!)

I used to dream that my
marbles were such perfect little worlds.
Then one day I lost them;
I cried for weeks and weeks!

 

[Teresa Edgerton]

Fog-bound October, occult concealing weather
Mist presses heavily on the land
Out where the sea lies hidden
A gull’s voice, like a rusted hinge
Pale ships glide into the harbor
Hovering silently, impossibly, above the water

 

[Talysia]

Memories arise from the very sound
Of rain hitting the ground outside.
As bleak as my wandering thoughts,
It gathers in pools of dreariness.
Grey, clouded skies match my mood.
Why can't I forget what happened?

 

[Sephiroth]

The semblance of summer is gone,
Cold wind rakes the orange leaves,
Crunching beneath my weary old feet,
As I undertake my final journey.

 

[Teresa Edgerton]

The rain falls cold and sharp
Piercing my skin like silver arrows
Sheets of water across the land
Huddling miserable in my sodden cloak
I see no sign of shelter




Memories, wistful, elusive, haunt my brain
Every attempt to recall is vain
I was 58 my last birthday
Where did I put my glasses?

 

[Talysia]

Quicksilver thoughts, here, and then gone,
Rising and popping like soap bubbles.
Unable to concentrate, I sit here,
Pen in hand, willing the story
To emerge fully from my brain.

 

[Sephiroth]

The bottle uncorked with sudden pop!
Sweet elixir runs through my veins!
Must not move until I stop,
Lest I derail the Muse's train!

 

[Erin99]

Autumn leaves fall to their death;
The cloak of darkness draws near.
Blankets of white smother the land;
The season of change is here.



The poem's a little early, I know, but in my house it feels like winter already, so I got inspired.

 

[Pyan]

I laugh and I joke
Words written, not spoken:
I post in the threads
Each post's but a token:
I can't let her know
My heart's all but broken....

 

[Sephiroth]

Warrior in garb of purest black,
Mistress of the frigid, tenebrous night.
Those who dance never come back;
Her deadly steps, one cannot fight.

To dance forever in the gloom,
With Leisha, 'neath the circling Moon.