I came across this the other day. Six of One, Half a Dozen of the Other I forget how.
The idea is to write a six-word story about what you think the future holds for you, and then expand on it in a post.
Now writing six words in a row that make sense is quite easy but making them into a story, well that is another matter. I could not compete with Ernest Hemingway’s flash fiction ‘For sale: baby shoes, never worn.’ I thought I’d give it a go though.
I started with some pretty tame ones related to work:
To be trusted start by trusting. I make a difference every day. No decisions, help them solve it.
I then moved on to some that struck me as a little more intriguing:
From a caterpillar to a butterfly. The pursuit of knowledge is thrilling. Genetics has offered me eternal life.
There are definitely more stories in there. In the end though I settled for:
I am free inside my head.
I am free to think what I want. I am free to be who I want and I am free to go where I want. It is heaven and hell, yin and yang, love and death. It is filled with wondrous beauty, self-doubt, fear and loathing. I hear voices. I see pictures. I forget things I should know and remember those I wish I hadn’t. Inside my head only I can hear my screams.
