Very Short Stories

Steve West | October 22, 2007
A year ago, Wired Magazine presented a short story written by Ernest Hemingway that went, "For sale: baby shoes, never worn." He called it his best work. They invited famous authors to submit their efforts. (link)

Give it a try?

In a millisecond, the world ended.

Live for peace, just a thought.

Hell hath no fury like hemorrhoids.

Amy Austin | October 22, 2007
One morning, I woke up dead.

"Wonder where that road goes to...?"

Can't we all just get along? (Sorry... blame that one on Steve!)

"It really does smell like almonds..."

The note said: you're the one.

Come... you won't be needing that...

Why are we digging this grave?

Hmm... I didn't mean for any of those to sound related...

Steve Dunn | October 22, 2007
Holy shit, is that guy turning right in front of me?

Scott Hardie | October 22, 2007
"There's nothing good on TV."

After dinner, he conquered the French silk.

I slipped on her smile and fell right then.

"He gave me a candy heart that said LUV 2 WATCH."

She liked her coffee the way she liked Michael Jackson: Black.

"I'm good at six things. Cooking for your mother isn't on the list."

He learned it was harder to stow away on a flight on the outside.

"I am the alpha and the omega, the Madonna and the Britney."

Steve West | October 22, 2007
Pardon the interruption, but the effort is to be only six words. Sorry to not make that clear.
Amy: All good ones (almonds, HA!)
Steve & Scott: Good ones but over the speed limit.

Aaron Shurtleff | October 22, 2007
Last pill. No refills. Damn doctor.

Where did I leave my hat?

"I tricked her."? I fooled myself.

The flies begin to recycle me.

You seem familiar. Have we met?

Sandpaper cat tongue licking my cornea.

Six words. Six stories. I'm out. ;)