Category: Six Sentence Stories
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Tom’s Hook and My Short Arms: A Six Sentence Story
Tom was a soft-spoken, friendly IT analyst, and I would deliver mail and intra-agency communiques to him many times a week way back in the Nineties. Another thing about Tom is that he has a prosthesis on his right forearm. One cold morning, while walking to my favorite coffee shop,…
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Rattle & Grunt: A Six Sentence Story
The last appointment Richard had with his previous primary physician was to talk about the results of his bone scan, but when the doctor looked at Richard’s charts, he noticed he hadn’t had a physical in over a year the next thing Richard knew he was bent over the examination…
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The Avocado Toast Incident: A Six Sentence Story
Stephanie was on the other side of the coffee shop counter when she greeted Daniel with a bright smile. He always ordered a croissant, chocolate if available, along with a Cappuccino, but today, instead of a pastry, Daniel ordered avocado toast. Stephanie’s bright smile brightened even more as she remarked,…
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The Hole in My Chest: A Six Sentence Story
Back in early January of 2023, I had my gallbladder removed; it was done via a laparoscopy: the surgical team made four incisions in my belly: one for a camera (the laparoscope), one for a tube to fill my gut with gas to open the surgical field, and two other…
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Perfect Rice: A Six Sentence Story
I love our rice cooker; it makes perfect rice every time, but my wife says it is a hassle to clean, but that doesn’t make any sense; she means it is a hassle to store and haul out when needed again, but clean-up is easier than scrubbing a saucepan—especially when…
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I’ll Stick With Land: A Six Sentence Story
I was about two hundred feet underwater when I felt I had to force oxygen into my lungs, and I didn’t think I could hold my breath as I swam fast, but not too fast to the surface so I wouldn’t suffer what divers call “the bends”–decompression sickness. It was…
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The Dipmobile Rides Again
Back in college, my dad, tired of having to repair my sporty, candy-green Volkswagen Sirocco lemon, turned it in for a shit-brown two-door Plymouth box on wheels. The car looked like my mom’s Dodge Dart, a car she was embarrassed to be seen driving, but her car looked like a…
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Six Sentence Story: Inside the Tunnel
Jack laid on the table as two techs applied straps across his chest and his left arm holding it stationary. Ever since he was a teenager, he had had MRIs done every five years or so because he had a seizure disorder, but they were always for his brain. This…
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