Very Short Stories
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. ;)
Amy Austin | October 22, 2007
Those are excellent, I do declare. ;-)
Scott Hardie | October 23, 2007
I was aware of the six-word limit and ignored it because it was too damn hard. :-)
Jackie Mason | October 23, 2007
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Steve West | October 23, 2007
If Hemingway were here, he'd shoot!
Last line above, aimed at Scott.
Amy Austin | October 23, 2007
Those are really great, too, Jackie!
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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.