Bernard’s confidence returned as he began drinking the last can of his six-pack. He was ready to point out every nit that needed picking from the members of a social networking community he frequented.
In righteous rivalry he led his own charge condemning the “freaks, flakes and morons” to fiery hells that he himself didn’t believe in. They knew he was drunk.
Eventually his demons, unforgiving accusers themselves, led tired Bernard to bed one last time. As a reward for his long service, they prepared terrifying dreams.
Denise offers the prompt “rivalry” for this week’s Six Sentence Stories.


Frank. This is great! This had me cracking up. And that ending, whoa! Love it!!!
Pat
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Thank you, Pat!
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Got to watch out for those demons! Great photo!
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Thank you, Michael!
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Oh My!! 😮
” point out every nit that needed picking”. So very apt!!
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Thank you, Liz!
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Drink will say things you will regret in the morning, or in the middle off the night.
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It will. Thank you, Mimi!
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Perhaps those dreams will convince Bernard that maybe there might be healthier avenues to achieving confidence!
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May he be convinced. Thank you, Denise!
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Slow clap. Well done.
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Thank you!
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I liked the personification of demons.
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I think they are actually out there although we do a lot of damage on our own. Thank you, Reena!
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Everything is self-inflicted. Ominous, but true.
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Clear comeuppance! Great Six, Frank 🙂
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Thank you, Chris!
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I think you summed up about half of social media =, Frank.
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It does feel like that. Many don’t have the excuse of being drunk. Thank you, Dan!
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Dude! Them demons, it’s not that they grow weary, anymore than the tides of ocean forget the shore… the irony being, no matter how much suffering they inflict, we are their source of life.
Great Six
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They do seem parasitic. Once poor Bernard is gone, I wonder what will happen to them? Thank you, Clark!
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Wow! Well done, Frank!
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Thank you, Eugenia!
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Most welcome, Frank!
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At times what goes around comes around as is apparent in this case in his dreams. Too bad he couldn’t find a better way to gain confidence that would not only strengthen others, but himself.
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It was unfortunate for Bernard. Thank you, Pat!
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So perfect throughout!
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Thank you, Pragalbha!
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Great work! I have an embarrassing amount of trouble with concise work. I’ve yet to make a six word story. Six sentences might be easier to start!
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Six words seem to me too short, but six sentences seem a reasonable size. They are still very short. However, the attention of many readers today is also short.
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Great poem!
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Thank you, Mark!
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Oh, that last paragraph, that last sentence! A wry Ha! (Love it)
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I am glad you enjoyed that paragraph. He got more than he expected. Thank you!
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Yikes, that ending was pretty chilling! I feel sorry for Bernard, hope he can repair for the better.
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I feel sorry for poor Bernard also. I wouldn’t want to be in his place. Thank you!
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Maybe he will eventually wake from his dreams into another existence which teaches him new things.
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I wish the best for him. Thank you, Lisa!
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