Six Word Stories

This is Bob, Bob is dead.

 

They don't make pancakes in heaven.


Green, Yellow, Red. Hesitate, Accelerate, Crash.

 

No dreams; only the endless night.

Mind the toads as you leave.

 

No one knew what to say.

 

The gods just watched in silence.

She never sent another blue rose.

 

His first day, his last nerve.

Finally, he noticed her. Too late.

 

Thinking about him, made her ache.

 

I miss being human. Ya' know?

 

Life didn't return her calls.

 

Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. That's my heart.

 

Beaten and battered, a fish eaten.

He can't rise above, elevator broken.

 

One. Two. Thre-EeeeeeEEEEeee. Now that's transportation!

 

He leaned to kiss her forehead.

 

A falafel before; explosive diarrhea after.

 

Father Time has forgotten them all.

 

And then he ate his Chocadile

Red is dead, Blue is new


One, two, three, four, the END

War never changes, *Que fallout theme*

 

But we do serve delicious waffles

 

His denial led to her death.

 

"I am a boy!"
"Me too!"

 

The universe expands and contracts forever.

 

Anger, missiles, explosions, nuclear winter-extinction.

 

Envisioning entrepreneur savaged by bureaucratic violence.

 

Aspiring writer slain by grammatical errors.

 

Bob is facing an existential crisis.

(That's my alternative version)

 

"Here we are again."
"But why?"