Six word stories
 

Hemingway was once challenged to write a story in just six words. His story:


Here is my first try:


Any more?

...cut the wire. oh no! Run!

Hello! I need a friend. Hello?

Options. Reflections. Decisions. Reactions.

Regret.

Repeat.

such beautiful eyes. come here often?
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I love you, please dont go
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Big new ship hits iceberg, sinks.

I'd like to return this ring...

The crazeehouse iz missin' one loooooonatic.

Dead men be tellin no tales.

Tonight, she was really being followed.

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Grandma served Grandpa for Thanksgiving Dinner.

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Trying to hard to be accepted.

five, four, three, two, one, blastoff!

The howls turned my blood cold....

Standing on the edge and breathing...

a cracked helmet, stained with blood

She cried as he's taken away.

She came, she criticised, she left.

It's finally dead..... Or is it?

she awoke and recoiled in horror:eek:

He stood up. He was free.

Three kids find adventure in closet.

She woke alone in bed... again.

She loved having sex without him.

He shoots! He scores! Anaheim Goal!

The carpet don't match the drapes.

A tequila shot? Well, maybe one.....

Tell him I am not here.

"Time to pay up," Lucifer murmurred.

A key to a nonexistent room.

Still working on the six-word story, but in the meantime here's a three-worder:

Uh-oh, spaghettios.

The Earth's insects have had enough!

I want the press to know.

they're conscious, hands covered in blood

Jack runs away, fearing the worst :eek:

The lunatics are running the asylum.

Message: "Coming home love"
House: empty.

Suicide isn't the answer. Please don't.

"what have I done this time?"

Rules just ain't for me.

This is news?

The pink twinkie amused us all.

He was born. Then he died.

He died, then he was born.

She was laid; then she smiled.

:D

It was a dark and stormy night












(I lost count)

He was a dark, stormy knight.

First Maiden. Then Mother. Finally Crone.

There was lipstick on his pistol.

His pants fell. It was black.

A reputation earned shall scorn forever.

One last breath. Black as night.

The psychic didn't see that coming.

Unrelenting fire consumed the water tower.

Dark meat. Light meat. Dark meat.

Gone, with tears in her eyes.

No. Not even with a paddle.

After he quit, Wendell went wild.

"The gig is up." Life improves.

A 3 book series on the Dead, the Living and the Dieing

Skeletons lie down in bed boxes.

Humans lie down tangled in sheets.

The Dieing crave bits of each.

All six of the numbers match!

What he saw out his window.

LOL. I know how to spell dying, for Christ's sake. My brain must have curved. Friggin' weird.

But it matches up so well with all the "lie's" that you have in two of the stories.

(I just figured it was some hip new alternative way of spelling "dying".) :)

Yes, the new British spelling. It must have been all the "lies" that tripped me up. Good grief!

Eliza Hodgkins is a good spellur.

So, a mispelling was the cause?

They spoke volumes, but said nothing.

He blamed her for losing Connor.

Oh good. The Doritos aren't stale.

The lingerie wasn't for his wife.

He can't lose his job today.

It was geriatric night at Mimi's.

...and with her went his heart

She came. She saw. She ran.

Hate is baggage. Let it go.

Walt Disney's California opens. In Wyoming.

His story had one word to many
Then one word to few
Telling it in six words? Impossible

It was packed. It was unpacked.

It would work if we had...

The stuff just kept on multiplying.

My Fridays off are pure heaven.

Just for fun, I printed out about a dozen of these stories. I've been showing them to people and asking them to pick their favorite. So far no one has picked the Hemingway. So I tell them about it and ask them to pick his out. So far no one has.

Hmmm...

I wonder which ones he printed out:confused:

Honey, have you seen my pants?

More or less randomly selected (with a slight bias on my own):


Remember class, never touch here and


Tonight, she was really being followed.


It's finally dead..... Or is it?


For sale: baby shoes, never worn.


Everyone rushed for the door, fast.


"Time to pay up," Lucifer murmurred.


There was lipstick on his pistol.


All six of the numbers match!


Ally knew that something wasn’t right.


No one knew what had happened.

Hero to some, traitor to others.

He never trusted the dog again.

"Now, do I have your attention?"

(This story best read by a hammer-wielding senior citizen)

"Can I shoot you?" "SURE!"

One last look. Old memories fade.

Beautiful roses tossed in the trash.

"Lucky shot, man."

"Wasn't luck." BANG.

It was a good life
Goodbye

Read this thread, arisen from death.

Improvisation lasted only until silence began.

Wake, dress, work, home, sleep, repeat.

She sang until the light fades.

sometimes I just want to scream


sometimes I want you to scream


sometimes I just want ice cream

Feeling worthless, then a light appears.

She faded to black without film.

Headliner came home from AP-English today and asked if I had ever heard of a six word story. To which I replied, with only a barely perceptible pause to think and count words:

Headliner, Your present is my past.

Bear had completely missed the thread.

Nothing a little wine can't cure.

The Bear whined: "Oh, Mr. Sheffield"

A story in seven words, disqualified.

The Haiku Master: brimming with disappointment.

What if I need more words?

Tough Titty: Suck it up, Princess.

It is too difficult for me.

Can't play now; I must work.

The beginning, middle, and the end.

Children's television induces serious Stockholm Syndrome.



(I play online while he watches.)

There's a game called Stockholm Syndrome?

YEs, It's new from Milton Bradley.

why cant it be next thursday? :p

(inside jokes are the most fun ;) )

Because it is today Thursday dude

I always really liked this thread.

Whatever you do Don't Look Down!

Well played sir. Well played Indeed.

I don't get what's going on.

Yet you are able to play!

I get lucky now and then.

Doctor Who Doctor Who Doctor Who.

^^^^
A Good Man Goes To War

To where does all this lead?

The man couldn't follow instructions.

There's always one joker, isn't there?...

No, there's two in each deck.

You can't read my poker face.

Don't need, I read your bets.

Understands poker isn't a card game.

It's a game of reading faces?

Toddlers don't have good listening skills.

They have bad poker faces too.

They are stubborn as fvck, though.

I love a good stubborn fvck


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did I really just say that?

Gus Gus censored it for you

Captain Jack Used Twelve Words. Andahyphen....

Children don't listen to any parent.

They say you can make things

Beautiful woman seeks rich blind husband

I am making pumpkin bread today.

Feel like crap. Let's watch TV.

So true, American TV is crap.

:p

I don't find British humor better
:p

Maybe not, but Australian humour rocks.

it was volumes 1 and 2