This Six is a bit of an experiment. Those who have followed me for a while may remember my first Sixes, and I wanted to play with my storytelling a bit, to see if I still got it in me to write in this way, lol... or sorta like that...

I have been crazy busy these past two days because I had some personal affairs to take care of and was away from my school things for a bit longer than I anticipated... However, in the middle of this chaos, this eccentric little Six came to me partly by itself... partly because I read Misky's entry (including my alter-ego Aurelia) and mostly because Denise offers us a chance every week to write exactly six sentences and include her given prompt word AND! Share it with the community through the link-up—Most Importante—it keeps the whimsy in my life by practising creative writing.

Btw, !!!!SPOILER ALERT!!!! That classroom scene is based on a real story from when I was in first grade... but we did basic arithmethics instead, and I yelled that I wanna draw and sing, not do maths... haha... it was not the last time a teacher had to get me out from under the desk... now maths haunts me in ways I never anticipated but...

Six Sentence Story #27

They told her mother that she was simply too much to handle.

That she loved to inject herself into every discourse and seemed a bit aloof when things got serious—well, it seemed so, that they so loved to paint her as "an attention-seeking-youngling", describing her behaviour as erratic and often disruptive.

But what she still cannot fathom is why anyone should deal with anything that doesn't surge through one's synapses with a-little-bit-of-dopamine?

Once, in the middle of a maths class, she would climb under the desk and yell: "I curse that Archimedes, Euclid and Pythagoras—I cannot take no more of this—I want to sing and draw and dance until I cannot take another step!"

Well, it is no surprise that even his mother warned him to be careful of this one; this one seems to bathe in the glory of the attention of the other people—always has a jest to play out—obnoxiously exuberant—clearly doesn't have the slightest clue of how a lady should present herself in a crowd—or so she would claim.

But he thought that one must distrust anything that pretends to be simple—when one is after true love that is—so he brought her flowers, wrote a poem or two, but she didn't take his persistence as love—more so—she may have thought he was love-bombing her—soon will put her on a leash like a darned dog, or something of sorts.

There's more of my work:

All of the six-sentence stories.

The Nervous Poet Entries for the SSC&B.

There is also a page for all of the poetry.

More personal entries can be found at the Blog.

The IT studies blog in Estonian for a course at the university.

the Band "Chaos in Spring" is on YouTube, Spotify and other streaming services.