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We'll be brief: Hemingway once wrote a story in just six words ("For sale: baby shoes, never worn.") and is said to have called it his best work. So we asked sci-fi, fantasy, and horror writers from the realms of books, TV, movies, and games to take a shot themselves. @ http://wired.com/wired/archive/14.11/sixwords.html Want to take up the challenge? Post or link your stories here. "Forums are not to be used to post stories." If asked, deny it's a story :-P Have fun. - Horror Writer Commits Suicide. Murders Cease. - Earth blows up. No one cares.
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-I save life, mine is destroyed. -I pronounce love, relationship is ended. -Bomb hits house, insurence doesn't pay. -Fight breaks out, man is paralised. well, i tried.
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Four insane men talk over coffee. The sweater fits. I hate it. The ferret dies on a Tuesday.
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"Honey, put the new plane down!" They watched it bleed to black. He departated, now unafraid of salvation.
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She was thought 'winner', but wrong.
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There is cheese; the mice rejoice. Writer too perfect; need more typo. Too much manga. Too much fanservice.
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He wished for peace. Everyone died. She screamed. He smiled. Nobody heard. If I'm lying, may God strike They rarely killed for pleasure anymore.
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Strangler? On, right! He's here. Meatloaf? I apologize. This may hurt just-
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That's good. XD The bird forgot the opaque window. Fire. You. Our hands never reach. Faceless, famous, friendless, falling, for-never. A dancers dream, a crippling accident. And I don't think this counts, but it's an idea I like . . . She (bride of twenty-three years, careworn, forgotton) Told (Screamed, dropped her dishes she washed) Him (coming home from more dirty escipades) "I (Dreams and flight, forgone for this?) Hate (Loath, cannot discribe, cannot live like -) You." (Yet she was not young again.) This is fun! ^___^
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Please, don't leave. Mommy gets mad.
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I feel so very important, today. He loves her. Or does he? My dog sits on the rug. Dust. Vaccuum cleaner. No more dust. Not very creative, but I tried!
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I hate blood! Never washes out. Red meat doen't kill. Green does.
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Surreal: losing arguments with a shoe. Unreal: provoked shoe injures emo guitarist. Too real: shoe obsession among females. Light particle condensation: walking on sunshine. Solution to Global Warming: Nuclear Winter.
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Felt the bullet. Silent the shot. Lets fly, just mind the gravity. Not deaf, I just don't listen. Warm and bright when burning alive. Cold and dark when buried alive. Burn those bridges to stay warm.
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But surely you noticed the dragon?
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FictionPress forums spawn interesting writing ideas. These are harder than I expected. The above was clever; this too.
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This means everything, Dad. I promised. Look, mister. Dreams. You buyin' today? around. Because we're sixteen. We're allways --shortest fanfiction ever I'm out tomorrow. Funeral. Family business. Take care, man. We're professionals here.
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I have a crazy l33t sister. -Jonathan ph34r my m4d l33t skillz, m0rt4l5! -Melissa
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-I was chosen. They were not. -She surfaced; her world was gone. Eh. I'm not especially good at this, am I? xD
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You've just got to get the right balance of the vague and the specific with these. Give the reader at least one good image with the six words, then let him form the story in his mind. These stories get easier to do with practice. "Hungry? Got some legs leftover." "Whose?" Portrait? Foolish girl. It's pressed glass. Our kitten snuggled the baby's throat.
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