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