Terse Fun
The Writer's Almanac recently mentioned the legend that Hemingway was asked to write a 6 word short story. His creation: "For sale: baby shoes, never worn."
Wired Magazine challenged others to the same task, and got some fun entries:
Machine. Unexpectedly, I’d invented a time
- Alan Moore
Epitaph: He shouldn't have fed it.
- Brian Herbert
Nevertheless, he tried a third time.
- James P. Blaylock
He read his obituary with confusion.
- Steven Meretzky
Here are a couple of my own efforts:
"Let's try," he said, engine revving.
She should have checked her safety.
The amputee blamed me for everything.
Next morning, his nickname was "Pee-wee".
Try your own hand at it in the comments!
Labels: diversions, writing
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What about...
Sighing, she walked toward the door.
The devil does my laundry.
The policeman never ate donuts again.
If only his socks had matched.
Gravy wasn't the answer, he realized.
Sometimes she wondered, but not always.
No more school - a strange punishment.
That's what that means? Explains everything.
Excruciating pain. Full realization. Blackout.
No scar. This can't be Grampa.
Cut the wire! NO, NOT THAT...
NON FICTION CATEGORY:
Bad regime is gone. Now what?
Solution: Attractive candidate. Problem: No brains.
Unbearable pain. Finally, full realization. Blackout.
No scar. This can't be Grampa.
Cut the wire! NO, NOT THAT...
NON-FICTION CATEGORY:
Bad regime is gone. Now what?
Attractive candidate. Brilliant! Problem: No brains.
I are a writer, she said.
The lawyer was smart, and honest.
For the fiction category.
Barack Obama: duly elected, never qualified.
My friend Rachel has edited a series of books with Smith Magazine inspired by this, they're pretty fun:
http://www.smithmag.net/sixwords/
Mine:
They always told me to smile.
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