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

[Wybren]

My mind is my greatest enemy
twisting, turning, churning thoughts and fantasy
Dark Sky morphs into Light Sky
and the other way around too.
which one is which, either or,
which is better? who can tell?

 

[Talysia]

I see the Angel up above
Sculpted in stone, up on high.
Gazing down benevolently upon the streets,
Watching the flow of buy people.
Just an icon, just a statue.
What have her stone eyes seen?

 

[Teresa Edgerton]

Gargoyles: enigmatic composite creatures, winged, clawed
Simian, feline, canine, ursine, dragon-scaled.
Yet with just enough intelligence lurking
In their wise and weary eyes
To disconcert watchers in streets below.

 

[Talysia]

Forbidding, bleak, and excessivey sombre looking,
Though dressed all in purest white.
Stern of face, with serious demeanour,
Holding a book in one hand,
Quill and ink in the other.
What sentence does this judge pass?

 

[Teresa Edgerton]

The page, smoother than finest vellum,
And there he writes our deeds
In mighty strokes, firm and bold,
In inks of black or white,
Gorgeous shades of crimson, purple, gold ...
But most in shades of grey.

 

[Talysia]

Engrossed and captivated, bound by words.
Lost in a myriad of passages.
A retreat from this mundane world,
If only temporarily, we sadly return.
The power of a good book.

 

[Talysia]

What lies over the farthest horizon?
What lies across the deepest sea?
Things I've never laid eyes on
Appeal to the adventurer in me.

 

[Jarshen]

Ageless beauty, a sliver of disguise
To cover soul-dead, black eyes,
Talons, curled in hate, ready to split
And rake Youth's innocent body red,
Stretched over a bridge of sighs.

 

[Flavia]

oh, poet, stay your angry pen
that pokes holes in the sky
You can change your tune, then
and sing for me soft lullabies

 

[Jarshen]

October is red, a dark red,
Velvet, it is the grand exit,
The last farewell of a performer.
At home, October, a final time
When fires can be freely lit,
Then we vie with the cold.

 

[Flavia]

Poet, if your pen is red
and battles with the October cold,
the fire you lit, I said,
will catch the truth not told

that hides inside the chill
If you don't tell, I will.

 

[Jarshen]

So, tell all, your chilly tale,
La bella della nocte, sweet night.
Compass truth within a cutting scope
And make us all a fitting male.
If that is what you want
Or thereby hangs a Shakespearean Tail.

 

[Flavia]

Zarastro just switched off the night
That Oberon had brought in sight.
Titania is not pleased and might
Erase Zarastro and all his light.

 

[HardScienceFan]

waltzing with Death,tangoing with mutilation
fretting over felicitous phrases,wayward words
all the kindness undone,mistakes multiplied
ashes of the past strewn haphazardly

 

[Flavia]

I have now spotted a man
who can tell a romantische verse

But, boy! Look at the man!
The barest one in the universe...

 

[HardScienceFan]

The flying kitten should know this:
creativity is an uncontrollable beast with me
is comes and goes,volatile,ethereal
and I can't write for S**t
I don't even aspire to aspire

 

[Flavia]

The uncontrollable beast is the same
that gives to us all... pain

 

[HardScienceFan]

The uncontrollable beast is the same
that gives to us all... pain

and once again i can't count to six

 

[Flavia]

and once again i can't count to six

And once again six hasn't appeared...

And once again six didn't apparate

And once again... six is lost


Just try and success does happen!

 

[HardScienceFan]

my reply/quote wasn't meant as a six word story,Flavia

this one is

I've written in 'Workshop',place descriptions
tell me what you think,Flavia