Another week, another six-sentence story — and this time, it’s dead poet. Hmm… I wonder if this one leans more toward the poets or the readers. Maybe a bit of both? I suppose we’ll find out soon enough. As I write this, I’m listening to Vitali – Chaconne (live), performed by Emilie Autumn. I’m not sure how many of you will notice, but this six-sentence story, like many of my others, has been inspired by her music. Perhaps there’s also notes of an old love buried deep within me, too. Others’ Stories can be read here . A few days later I noticed I forgot to add a link… Am sorry, it is here now. the Wonderful Blog I found the challenge from: our amazing GirlieOnTheEdge. Six Sentence Story #10 The smell of cinnamon in the room, a burnt candle on the bedside table, an empty bottle of…