by Scott Thouard
A micro fiction about the dating life of a man with the face of an artichoke is published online. The web magazine then goes offline, becomes defunct and remains inaccessible. This haven of the hoarded word is beyond my reach. I’m a naive, King Canute type who has tried to second guess swamping digital waves. The disappeared words are now stillborns and their tiny skeletons are vaporous. I miss them.
6S
Scott Thouard prays that Six Sentences remains an undying Juggernaut for writers.
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Tiny Skeletons
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Great stuff. That original story might be gone but it can be proud of its little descendent
some of the lost words.. aren't lost. here's a page about a small project that brings back pages thought lost:
http://www.blueprintreview.de/re_magazines.htm
i now added a link to this 6S-piece on that page, too.
"The disappeared words are now stillborns and their tiny skeletons are vaporous."
This is a sad and lovely metaphor.
An amazing piece of writing - born of the grief that comes from the loss of previous words.
A beautiful seedling emerges from the barren soil of loss.
Rachel
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