#40: Taking the penultimate train always made him feel like he was missing out on something glorious, something indescribably rich.

#4: I’m a self-aware sentence.

@NancyDenofio Let's hope so!

#41: Freed from "the octopus of social expectation," he could now become what he had always wanted, something that everyone would hate.

#21: A light ray caught between opposing mirrors fled into eternity.

@mrthejazz1 Thanks :)

#42: The juggler dropped a purple ball, then picked it up again. The ground acts like a helping hand, creating higher-order patterns.

#6: On the boundless playground of an empty page, all notions are reduced beyond the absurd, all conclusions drawn in iridescent ink.

#43: On the backbench of a streetcar I was imprisoned by the weeping lampposts; yet my thoughts escaped into the intersecting alleys.

#44: Through the falling darkness slogged a lost and lonely forest road; cordate leaves provided shelter and some company.

#45: I spoke up like a period seeding its question mark, and provided the answer.

#22: After carefully dismantling Chekhov’s gun, I #vss #sixwordstories

#46: Hostage of life. Enjoying Stockholm syndrome. #vss #sixwordstories

#46: Hostage of life. Enjoying Stockholm syndrome. #vss #sixwordstories

#10: For sale: lifejacket, worn to death. #vss #sixwordstories

#47: A miraculous mixture of colors pervaded his dream; he reached out for his glasses, but his trembling hand would never arrive. #vss

#48: Reading microfiction is like peeking through a keyhole with your peripheral vision at the treasures one is not supposed to see. #vss

#49: Numbers are their own labels.

#50: Numbers are their own names.

Addendum from God, seeing you all failed to get it: that second Christ, is you.