Six Word Stories

We asked students staff and faculty to submit six word stories.  Some stories are on exhibit within the school library, and some we are proud to present here. 

Working hard to become someone important.

Richest man, poorest man, still man.

Walking or running; keep it moving.

Life without living is death already.

Screaming music is my entire life.

The underdogs ended up winning it.

It takes less muscle to smile.

Creativity really comes from your heart.

Don’t mistake wants for your needs.

Looked in the mirror, saw confidence.

Eyes can see more than physicality.

Love lost. His mistake. Her gain.

Three words, and eight letters late.

Failure is success when you learned.

You’ve got something they’re all missing.

Art speaks. Just open your eyes.

You didn’t win. I’m still living.

Loving you makes life worth living.

I see myself in my art.

Bitterness is the killer of relationships.

Betrayal is the embodiment of destruction.

Faith is the healer of the soul. Continue reading



Jeremy Coleman, a freshman in the Communications/Journalism program, passed away suddenly on January 10th 2018. Among his many talents, Jeremy was a promising writer. Toward the end of the fall semester, he submitted this following poem titled “Humanity” to be published in the next edition of From the Oak Desk. It is with great honor that we, the editors of FTOD, are able to share this poem with the rest of the SCC community.


A poem by Jeremy Coleman


The wind blows

The air grows cold

The threats of war are getting bold.

We train, we march, we rally our force.

Death, Despair, Fear.

What is it all for?


Humanity needs to get it together.


One life.

One shot.

Temperatures are on the rise

The iced Ursa can’t survive

The forests are falling.


Humanity needs to get it together.


Citizens starving, dying, sick.

Those in power do nothing.

They sit, they stare, they steal.

Greed guides their choices,

Vanity and self wealth.


Humanity needs to get it together.


A world on fire, immersed in smoke

A grey world emerges.

Our greed, our mistakes, on final stroke.

One last time we stoke the flames,

One more time to fuel our fame.


Humanity never got it together.