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!
Not only will you have the chance to win some fantastic prizes, but you’ll also be joining a community of like-minded writers passionate about storytelling. Share your memoir with the world and inspire others to do the same.
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!
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Pre-verbal,
Post-trauma,
Passing-over.
Please haunt me, I miss you.
“I love yo…”
‘I do!’
“…gurt”
‘Oh…’
Was RAPED when I was ten.
I look up. A piano is…
love this.
Ran
Kept running
Never stopped
Until…
The rope hurts, hurts, hur ..,
I want you to love me.
She doesn’t remember her dog anymore.
Molested
Hate-Crimed
Raped
Suicidal
Persevered
Abused
Set Free
Loved
By Another
Negated, I left home at 15.
Doesn’t it always come back to you?
It’s always never about a boy.
Mother’s journey tragic shooting addiction suicidal
Leaves leave, while leaf memories linger.
Snap and pose for the camera.
Old scars look to improve parenting.
Outburst and drama is now everyday.
My first time online dating app.
Big city girl sprouts country love.
To be catfish,
that really insane!
Amish granny goes goth, pierces everything.
Stubble on my ex’s Instagram page.
shit-faced
i came
seeking
freedom
Pot in designer bags these days.
And:
designer plants
in Earth-sized plastic pots
When finding your past on Twitter.
Starved my body to escape myself
A passionate dance,
shows spirit within .
.
YEARS AT WAR HAVE BROKEN ME
Your gunshot will not define me.
3 plus 30 equals everything lost.
The rug
With blood
All around
Her solace existed amongst the willows.
From red to blue, Earth turned.
Dolly didn’t fit in wheelie bin.
Slapped by the silence of applause
Shadows of a visibly invisible question
A hologram of wisdom and fear
Castles land on laughter and sand
Tinkle on a wrinkle of hope
Burnt a curtain of mouldy belief
A frenzied party where none arrive
Our march begins, on invisible embers
Sappho learned to play the lyre.
She got good at shooting hoops.
Penned sheep leaps! Sheepish Me-peep weeps.
My shine-sheared legs, E-bike bloodied, shone.
This was a draft that I didn’t mean to send. Could we please delete it? Gracias.
Shine-sheared legs
holding hot Wheel,
E-bike bloodied,
Ugh! Phone gremlinoids tonight. My final punctuation mark is intended as a period. To be clear.
Period late,
She
missed a period.
Oy vey!
I was playing with hyphenation — compound words. We see 7 words there in a 6-word zone. It is meant to be:
Shine-sheared legs,
holding hot Wheel,
E-bike-bloodied.
Please adjust the submission.
Merci (which, of course, is etymologically connected to Mercy)
Penned sheep leaps!
Lamb-less Mopeep weeps.
Yew
feathered and deer-legged
I
I am
now
cramping lushishly
anew.
Their third encounter was the charm.
Electric blues bloak upstairs is Bach.
Boots kicked hunch into his back.
Told I couldn’t…
… but I did…
I can’t breathe. Where’s my mommy?
‘Fatally’ ill
Baby me’s
here, still.
Little star
scare-scarred
reeling
healing
hOMe
An entity’s eating me
with anxiety.
Old man’s
Old man’s
War
wounded
We didn’t speak
of incest-resisting brothers.
Womb: a
near, so far
manse.
Submission
only in art,
our sub-mission.
Warriwhore;
they wore her
wind-warhorse
hoarse.
Mural
mirroring
Muriel’s
burden:
bird, in
You hold grudges. I carry grace.
Starred
Scarred
Marred
Hard
Retard(ed)
Picard
Dominique —
Dominated,
Undomiciled…
Dom!
Domb:
Dominion
Controlled
Controlled
Controlled
Controlled
Controlled
Free
Magyarország:
Majestic, magical
more Me
Mourning
four
twenty
twenty-four
forty-two
four-twenty
Revelations
a son
as a daughter
done
“Mom, I fainted….”
“Clean their carpet.”
A belovèd
waited to be
loved.
A belovèd’s
weighting: to be,
unloved
The Firmament
filaments
a re-formed Firmament
Till death
to seed
and feed
Lyra’s
King Olaf
lured me
unconsciously.
Eight years
and I’m now
backyard-gardening
She lets balloon go.
Childhood drifts.
Big Reveal: Nothing’s ever been real.
Even the Adversary was of Love.
Evading rabbit holes, Alice stayed put.
Disturbed by farting,
fine with fracking.
Gardening released me
from tentativeness
indefinitely.
Early,
Earth’s mourning
dawned
on me.
Sink row
nice city
since
seventy-nine
Edit:
“Row” is meant to be capitalized.
I apologize.
AI
Alien
Angel
Animal:
All In
Nine lives
Seven destinations
Three Charlenes
United,
The Globe
rediscovered
The Garden.
Perennially,
the crow
kept
accompanying me.
A piece of mind
left behind
Moon Cancer:
Motherless Child,
Childless Mother
Eighteen candles lit her to freedom.
Not naughty
Not nice to Self
Union Street:
opposing flows —
mirrors cycling
Opened to vaccine
Haven’t slept since
White sands fill her bucket list.
Can’t
“can’t” —
not be Cantor —
anymore