SIX WORDS, NO more, no less. Shrunken stories shrivelled into a mere six words of the English language looking to tell a tale without so much as a paragraph (not to mention keeping me sharp on my roman numerals). Read away dear visitors, read away:
Burnt love letters. The loneliest smoke.
Cracked crockery. Domestic abuse for desert.
Addicts need you, you’re someones rehab.
…“dust, to dust.”
I heard something!
One punch. Hospitalised. Boxing still. Still.
Parent’s drove away, from Holloway Orphanage.
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LionAroundWriting 
Somehow the first two got me thinking: “Burnt! Love letters in the desert.”
But now that you’ve corrected it . . . .
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haha 🙂
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Loved that last one… really carries weight. Maybe as follow up.
Casket weighed with scent of lilies.
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Nice one 🙂
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The first one about burnt lovers letters -Great
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Merci lonelyauthor!
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I like the first one, the second phrase almost sounds like a cigarette advert punchline.
In the second offering did you mean ‘desert’ or ‘dessert’?
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The delicious dry grainy pudding of course…sand. haha i need to fix that typo.
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I do love the first one. It sent such imagery to me when I read it. A single figure watching the letters turning into ash, the memories into wisps of smoke. Beautiful in a heartbreaking way 😦
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Spasibo Jade.
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Aww, that last one made me sad…but then I thought, oh, it could be happy too. 🙂
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Thanks for the read 🙂
And I quite liked that one, could be the best of times or the worst.
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