Six Word Memoirs

I use “grr” in narration. Lol
Stephanie Meyer

Don’t mind me. Just passing through.
Daniel Fry

Knowest thou when my cue is?
William Shakespeare

You can’t see me. What now?
John Cena

Big, muscular women are his type.
- Rinji Pantera

Heart Bound

“Look,” said the moon to the tree. “Look at what the water has painted for you.”

“I see it,” said the tree to the moon. “It is an image of myself in the water.”

“I do this because I love you,” said the water to the tree. “I have always been in you, and now you are also in me.”

“And now we may be together,” said the tree.

“Will you dance with me?” asked the water.

“I want to, but there is no wind tonight. How can I dance with you?” asked the tree.

The water replied, “On your branches, I see droplets from the recent rain. Let them fall on me, and you will see us dance together.”

Obedient to his lover’s wishes, the tree allowed the droplets to fall. To his amazement, he saw himself shimmering and dancing in the water’s reflection, and the surface of the water rippling away to stillness.

Thus were the tree and the water brought together.

Thus do they love each other, even to this day.

Gaudy Woman

A woman sitting in a tapestry chair, her skin white like chalk
Staring out with eyes that are dead
A gaudy, spice colored dress, with a trail like bird feathers
Her gown is covered with piercing eyes
They stare at me with even more intensity than the woman herself
Repulsive in her beauty, she gazes at you
Her hands remain loosely together, for she is too insubstantial to touch

Watered Down Anger

I recall a time when I was young
And I was... a bit high strung
Once while baking pie,
I saw a small fly
I quite nearly puked up my lung

And on that same day
My sister called me a girl
I wasn’t too pleased

Gorilla in the Classroom

A green gorilla was dropped into Chevak
It charged across the tundra, shrieking wildly, disturbing poor mice
It tried to storm across the lake, but it slipped and fell
Both the fall and the hard ice blew him into a greater rage
And the buildings shook
Icicles fell from the force of its fury
It charged into the school, fueled by anger
It disrupted the tests of the students
It disturbed the peace and broke concentration
It broke into one of the classrooms and frightened the students
It flailed its arms like the fans of great windmills
It turned over desks like crashing waves
It brought the place of education to chaos and havoc
It cornered one of the students, a young girl with brown hair
It raised up a paw as though to strike the girl dead
Then it brought its paw down, landing gently on her shoulder
In its excitement, it screamed, “Tag! You’re it!”

Lady Moon

In the sky, stands the white woman
Sentinel of the night
Like a knife, she shines with a light of her own like
Her face shines in the hard, cold light of her loneliness
Her pale, glowing skin, the only illumination in the darkness
She is the keeper of the gate into tomorrow, and all people gaze upon her
She extends her arms out upon the earth, bathing the world in light
She reveals all with cold precision, no warmth in her embrace
Slowly, her arms spread outward, and her face turns to look into the widow
But after only a moment in which she is in full view, her arms wide and welcoming
She begins to turn away, and to clasp her hands together
At last, she appears to vanish completely, but we know she will return
Once more, the fair maiden will be our guide
As we go through our tunnel into tomorrow

Soon to Awake

Home in Corydon.
Home with the usual bustle and scurry.
Hurry get ready now!

Quick to anger
Slow to understanding
And soon to awake

Both parents at home, but neither available for help.
No breakfast this morning
Just get ready soon

Quick to anger
Slow to understanding
And soon to awake

I fumble at my backpack
The bus passes by the window
Only one more chance to catch it

Quick to anger
Slow to understanding
And soon to awake

I’m already irritated at my first loss
Now my sister plays that abominable song too loudly
“Don’t trust a hoe.”

Quick to anger
Slow to understanding
And soon to awake

My blood boils and my anger rises
I move my mouth, but no words come out
Then I scream “TURN THAT UNGODLY CRAP OFF!”

Quick to anger
Slow to understanding
And soon to awake

My father bursts in, asking “Are you okay?”
Blearily I say, “‘Twas a dream. Go back to sleep.”
His answer: “It’s almost time to rise anyway.”

Quick to anger
Slow to understanding
And now awake