A Story in Six Words

I like writing six word stories*. It has almost nothing to do with the history of it (Google it if you don't know*) and more to do with the fact that it is one of the best writing block unblocking technique that I've come up with. It's good inspiration, as a general rule. It is also a great way to practice story telling: if you can tell a story with six words, nothing is stopping you from using sixty, six hundred, or six hundred thousand. And above all of that: it's a great way to bend your ability to its limits. These are the ones I've written in the last couple of weeks.

A Story in Six Words

#1-#6
גיליתי מי אני כשחיפשתי מישהו אחר.
ידעתי מה אני מחפשת כשאבדתי לך.
לא ידעתי איך להסביר לך הכל.
בבת אחת לא היה שום דבר.
אהבתי אותך בכל זאת. לא עכשיו.
משהו השתנה בבת אחת לאט לאט.

#7-#12
I remember that before I couldn't.
I was yours, so I wasn't.
Since when is this your fun?
He was not the only man.
There's so much hate in love.
I have never been in love.

#13-#18
Unlucky couple found four-leaf clover.
Your house - literally built on lies.
Care and trust go together. Usually.
It all started with a woman.
We all danced to his rhythm.
I had one dream. Your ruin.

#19-#24
יש סיבה לכך שעיני השמאלית חסרה.
אם נתת לי אהבה, היית מקבלת.
התמכרתי למשהו שלא מותר להתמכר אליו.
כתבתי שיר אהבה שמישהו אחר שר.
כל הקטע הזה של גופים מבלבל.
זה לא אני שעובר משבר זהות.

#25-30
*I like writing six word stories.
*Google it if you don't know.
With words, nothing can stop you.
My mouth's the reason for this.
Your precious pen cannot save you!
Your fate is to lose faith.

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It's been over a year since I last published here. I apologize.

Love

It's nothing I've felt before. It's not what I'm feeling now.
But it just might become that.
Even while I still think of him.

Rant

I think I'm just going to rant for a while.
I don't always have the right words. In fact, I rarely have the right words.

That Would Be Telling

What if I told you how it all ended?
What if I told you that we all had our happy-ever-afters?
What if because we parted ways, what if we all ended up in happier places?
If I told you where you'll be twenty years from now – twenty, ten, seventeen, does it really matter how long? – what if you'll look back on that now and think, oh, those were the times? What if I could tell you the tale of every single day, every single moment from now till eternity?
Would it make it any better?
Would you change a thing of any of those moments?
Would it make the now any easier?
Would it stop you from crying over the first loved one who dies? Would it stop you from getting to wherever the hell we're going?
Would it make love easier? Would it make heartache lesser?
Had I told you all of that, before today, would you have changed even a single second?