Are you ready to unleash your storytelling prowess and have your words move others? Look no further! The hottest trend on the internet and in writing communities is 6 Word Memoirs! These types of contests are taking over from YouTube to TikTok, Twitter, and Facebook. We want YOU to join in on the fun. Show us your best 6-word memoir about anything you want, and make us feel something. Emotional impact is the number one criterion for this contest, and the 6 words that pack the most punch will win.
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Here are the rules:
Memoirs must be 6 words
It must tell a story
Must be in the comments (please no emails)
Must be submitted by midnight on June 1, 2023.
And let the words flow! Unleash your inner poet and capture the essence of your life in just 6 words. Whether it’s a life-changing moment, a fond memory, or a critical realization, we want to hear it all. This is your chance to make a lasting impact and be recognized as a master of brevity. So, grab your pen and start crafting your memoir today!
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And remember, this contest is not only about winning but about expressing yourself and connecting with others through the power of words. So, don’t be afraid to get personal. Get creative, and let your comments do the talking. We can’t wait to read your 6 Word Memoirs, so hurry up and submit them before the deadline of 12 am on June 1, 2023.
Take advantage of this exciting opportunity to showcase your writing skills and be a part of the 6 Word Memoir revolution!
Got questions? Please email us. Now, it’s time to unleash your creativity and post your 6 Word memoirs below. We can’t wait to read them! Good luck! And remember, you can post as many memoirs as you like.
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Idle pencil aches with writer’s block.
Cedar-lined hope
has been
her tabernacle.
Aquafit
doesn’t know
I turned “serious.”
Laugh
Love
Lie
Lust
Lose
Die
Rose gold
violet-stroked
screen;
indigo — “Scene.”
Paradoxical parlance:
“How are you?”
“Salut.”
Miss steps
mystically
into the mythic
missed a call
dialled back
reunited
“Hoo!”
Can smell the light
tonight
Groovy in beads.
Stunning in diamonds.
Contrary Mary
Messy Messiah
Hanging
On
Mushroom confirmation:
Poets run the Place
They dissolved me,
solving my riddle.
Santiago said:
To Gusto —
see me,
Go!
Whoops! I wrote seven words inadvertently.
“Diva, Beware!”
(R)evolution:
“Beware of Diva!”
Poetry has been the infrastructural stabilizer.
I thought I’d wake up dead.
This show’s shaped
the “Performance Poet.”
My soreness says
Rose is here.
Clover-lover Grover
loved Glover’s
Lovers’ Grove.
Grover, lover,
loved Glover’s
Lovers’ Grove
“Deep Cove”
looked like
“Deep Love”
“Gay,” but we
held hands
anyway
It hurt
to lie
beside
her.
“Bi’”’d
left
more
pried
than
pride
They told me I’d meet dolphins.
Achilles Heel:
her proclivity for uphill
Eternally Idle.
Slippers at the door.
Endurance? Overrated.
Too long
Songbird’s waited.
Pink irises
mirrored our
blinking sensuality.
Don: creeping neighbour
Dawn: beloved colour
Salt mine
Salzburg
Salt spring
lamp
Self spiralled horrifying love into me.
Art planted Heart in my Earth.
Roses secreted secrets into my nostrils.
He heard Earth’s heart in art.
Half-mooned, the indigo opened my eye.
Batter my head, did three-footed God.
He now says, “epileptic.”
I didn’t mean to post that draft! (Above)
Sofia’s irises —
stimulated
by yellow
irises.
He now says “epileptic.” Campground. Kicked.
Dingy dink hang
with uncle
Mimi’s house
“Dr. Dink”
basement
until…
Todd?
babysitter
hand
hand
dick
“Relax.”
Violet, Yellow —
beach ceremony,
sunset
Lavalife helped me get the job.
basement:
Jodi kept dominating
pretend sex
Train:
Rabbi’s hand to my
vagina
Sol shine divorce-diminished,
she remarried — moonshine.
We still sit at His table
May baby,
moon-shining finger,
remembering:
Queen
She walked,
knocked
on his door.
Blood-blazing sky, sea —
he fell
asleep
His 11-pound breech birth killed her.
53 and never been loved
Noise sucked
power
from her
poise
“Lover
from another
love,”
Shadow
was.
Antique clocks ticked.
Time stood still.
The larynx “block”
was a bird.
Heather’s feathers
itched her heart’s
healing.
fraternal reunion’s eve
nervousness
Sufis danced
didn’t receive,
as “deserved,”
so took
“Is that your brother, or boyfriend?”
Half of her absent,
she slouched.
Nun —
married St. Rémy,
produced poetry
The Tin Woman
wandered
into Wonderland.
Haunted houses
hurry, wait,
work, freeze
Room Eight, late,
smouldering need
mounted
“You oak, eh?”
Had to be.
Uprooted, underwatered,
shady containers…
sunny farm!
Hell had a view: Mount Tantalus
Hell met Heaven: Tantalus Range, sunset