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For sale: Baby shoes, never worn.

You've forgotten why you were afraid.

Run. Oh God, run. Run. Run.

You're alone. Everything's gone but you.

Secure your mask before assisting others.

I regret killing you. I'm sorry.

It has come. I knew it.

The screams echo long after death.

Why did you kill me too?

"Don't leave me." "I already did."

None of it was real, hopefully. 

Night and day are social constructs.

Pay for the privilege of dying.

Posted
4 minutes ago, Frustration said:

Seriously though please help is this a writing prompt?

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See 50-word Fiction for more info. Just replace 50 with 6

 

Posted (edited)

Once upon a- wait, he's dead.

Buttons pushed. Missiles launched. Countries destroyed.

Kittens played, yarn flew. A mess.

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The first two were more dark. The last one was well deserved.

 

Edited by Matrim's Dice
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I’ve noticed many of these are really quite vague, so I am here to prove that you can have a very clear and obvious story in only 6 words.

 

The aliens came and killed everyone. 

Love triangles resulted in much drama. 

There was a mystery. Solved it. 

I am out of Eggo Waffles.

Karen left and took the kids. 

Posted (edited)

It was I who stole cookies.

"Don't eat the fish and chips."

He looked up, yelled, then died.

 

Edited by I Am A Fish
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On 8/8/2020 at 9:33 PM, Spren of Kindness said:

The hangar is vacant again.

ONLY FIVE WORDS BURN HER

JK tho. You could add sir at the end!

Latin is dead why learn it?

Posted (edited)

The Survivor's Heir, Lady Vin, survives!

A heroic boy saves us . . . again.

Joy is manifested in good books.

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He read, she was annoyed. Love. (Elend/Vin)

She wore hats and read Sanderson. (Me)

"Did you do it?" "We'll see."

The money in the jar. Gone.

Dreams were made. Dreams were killed.

Once upon a time. The end.

  • 2 weeks later...
Posted

I have endeavored never to drown.

We dance, without rythym. It hurts.

Repellantly the Kragniblob descended the Vuscelator. 

I aspirated bacon for you, darling.

They walked and then they rested.

Knives, it seems, make poor pillows.

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