Six Word Story ContestAround the World in 80 days"Ma'am? Where is my yellow submarine?"
Around The Word in 6 WordsWondering where thetour guide went
Day TwoCrap! I left the stove on!
Day 81Time machine fixed.Will arrive yesterday.
Around the world in six words.So beautiful atop... the wrong mountain.
Day 2Ship sank....DAY 79:KEEP SWIMMING!!!
Around The World In 80 DaysBigfoot...is leaving with my camera.
Day 29River raft used as kindling...Oops.
Six Word StoryI'll stop procrastinating and go later.
Around the world in 80 days..."He looks... hungry.""We should run."
Around the World in 80 Days- Lost my Luck?Day One:Lost my lucky hat.
Day 17"Wow, a ninja! It's nice--*whack*"
Day One of Eighty"Shit. I left the lights on..."
Day One:Tardis broken.Walking inevitable.
Culinary TravelsDay fifty-seven:This doesn't taste ri---...
Part 3: Escape from Bricksh-- IslandSometimes we all make mistakes. I don't, but that's because I'm the ultimate human being. But as I stood on that beach, sans-trousers and smelling distinctly like an old people's home, it ran through my head that perhaps going there wasn't the best idea ever.Unlike "Syphision", which totally was.I could hear that old man splashing away happily in the water. Perhaps he was drowning, but I was at least half-sure he was Aquaman. I sat for a bit and thought. Why would these men want me? A suave, intelligent, pee-stained international playboy with a neon addiction?My extremely sexy train of thought was interrupted by what we in the industry
Part 2: Escape to Bricksh-- islandWhen I next woke up I was totally disorientated. All I could remember was talking to a fattie, and then...nothing. Just like that time I slept with a fattie, though I'm like 67% that one wasn't a man. My mouth tasted like a discount taco, and my newfound clothes were spattered with both blood and what appeared to be industrial grade cooking oil.They were also on backwards for some reason."My god!" I said in a sobbed in the sexiest way possible "My experiments have paid off! I'm a teen wolf!"By experiments, of course, I meant that every so often I would go to chinatown, crack open a couple of cool, dry neon signs and drinks what was insi
Part 1:The Day the Earth didn't stand still at allwoke up with a bad taste in my mouth. It was like tequila mixed with broken dreams and stirred in with an olive made of shattered expectations and hope.Then I saw a dark shape slumped in the corner, heaving gently in the morning light. It was my friend, adam, a few wayward foaming bubbles drooling down his chin. It was at this point I realised the taste in my mouth wasn't actually a tequila mixed with broken dreams and whatever else I said. No, turns out we'd just been drinking those coloured soaps again.I scratched myself for a good long while before walking to the window. Cars had crashed, fires were burning all over the place. The whol
Mister Stripe's Monologue.His head rose slightly in the dark. The glasses flashed as they caught the dim light of the lantern flame, giving his face the momentary appearance of a scraped, pale skull."Do you not like it?" he asked, turning the razor in his hand. Lucia did not respond, but kept a firm grip on the handle of her sword. The blade shook and rattled. Stripe smiled."I must suppose that that to fresh eyes my approach is somewhat... clinical ." He went on, as he dragged the razor softly against the man's exposed gum. There was a muffled cry of pain, and his eyes shifted frantically beneath his eyelids. Lucia felt nausea rise irresistibly in her throat."
6-word story: Around the world in 80 daysDay 297Never wager whilst hammered.