Assorted: Six Word Wonders

“Unicorns aren’t real,” says the narwhal.

She mistook bullet wound for birthmark.

Lawyer winks. Strange; snake with eyelids. 

"Consumed": Excerpt

The thought of my body squished between tombstone teeth, the dirt tasting me, I—the rubble of a disrupted grave—being swallowed into the abyss, keeps me going. Should I die I only ask one thing: cremate me.

"Octopus Girl": Opening Lines

Wham! She hits the windowsill. Bam! She rolls off a striped canopy. She tumbles down, down, down to the graffitied sidewalk. The day is clear and blue and bright as her eyes. She bolts down the street.