Six Sentence Story


Standing on the edge, thinking, should I jump?

It would be fun but I need to hold my breath.

How can I hold my breath and still look cool?

My suit is tight, is it too revealing—what if it falls off?

Is he watching…I have to do it, so he’ll see ME!

I shout “cowabunga” and jump, hoping I don’t choke without holding my nose.



2 thoughts on “Six Sentence Story

  1. Nothing is infinite. The start of every journey begins with eyes on journey’s end; with every departure focused upon arrival. Arriving eventually at the edge of all that there can ever be, one pauses for a moment to peer over, down into the void below. And then one plunges forward. Into an ocean of unanswered prayers. Perhaps towards a new beginning.

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