Hemingway was once asked to write a story using six words. Consequently he hailed it as his greatest.
The story is as follows: "For sale: baby shoes, never worn."
Other notables are:
"With bloody hands, I say good-bye." Frank Miller
"Wasted day. Wasted life. Dessert, please. " Steven Meretzky
"To save humankind he died again." Ben Bova
That said: since we are all trying to get published the query process wants us to boil down our entire great works into basically something that can be written on Twitter. Heart-breaking I know. So why not give it a whirl?
Mine would be:
"His wife died. He wept softly."
His dog did not recognize him.
"It cannot be undone. We're history."
"They never tell you."
"What?"
"Exactly."
Boone I liked your first one better. Classic sir.
It was a girl, 8 pounds 5 ounces, tasty.
WOW Kitts, just.....wow. lol
Boone I liked your first one better. Classic sir.
The first one:
"For sale: '85 Yugo. As is."
"I hate people when they're not polite, so if you end up on my plate then it serves you right!"
^That one's not me.
Wait, was six words a rule?
@Kitts Yeah, six words. That is pretty good though.
@Boone, I thought it was something else.
@Boone, I thought it was something else.
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"Will you marry me?" "No."
(it's been a long night...)
Haha, thats it. Classic sir. Oh and I didn't forget to PM you. Check the ol inbox.
Phil - I love yours!
It took years. I never finished.
You know, if you read each of the six-sentence postings it reads like a paragraph in a stream-of-consciousness story...
He died. She carried his knife.
I'm almost sad he's gone...almost.
It'll be fine, I love you.
Ouch Avery, just ouch. So mean!
Thump, thump, thump went his genitals.
Well technically, you get 140 characters on Twitter, but okay, six words:
"Forgiving himself would hurt too much".
Put them all together and you get the rough draft of a bizarre minimalist stream-of-collective-unconscious story:
His wife died. He wept softly. His dog did not recognize him. It cannot be undone. We’re history. They never tell you what exactly. It was a girl, 8 pounds 5 ounces. Tasty. It took years. I never finished. He died. She carried his knife. I’m almost sad he’s gone...almost. It’ll be fine, I love you. Ouch, Avery, just ouch...so mean! Thump, thump, thump went his genitals. Forgiving himself would hurt too much.
Hahaha OMFG that is BRILLIANT! Some art house geek somewhere is shitting himself over that.
That Hemmingway line has been rattling around my head all day - jeez it's so good!!!
Yeah, I have no clue how he pulled that off! Also, glad you liked my review!
@Boone. Good job. That's a cool bit.
"Fuck them all."
"But they're dead!"
He realized, too late, her warning.
or......
Just one more stupid joke, God.
Joking is for Gods.
Six words, Chester Pain, read man!
Pane
is
not
merely
vitreous
you
Walking in the dark, demons wait.
Steel your heart, feelings will complicate.
...to chew on our kirschwassered brains...
Steel your heart, feelings will complicate."
Good on ya. Not bad dude....
@Danny: Reading is for idiots like me.
Her face was made with makeup.
Hating someone doesn't stop your love.
Perhaps, the problem is actually you.
He's a troll, just ignore him dude.
Who's a troll? You're fucking crazy.
We are all smelly ass trolls.
Who's a troll? You're fucking crazy."
LOL- totally.
Speak for yourselves, I'm a lady.
