So here's the thing. I used to write a lot, and now I don't so much. I think it's because I am always doing paperwork at work, and my enthusiasm for creating the written word has waned. 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. Wired magazine did an article where they asked many other established people to try to do the same. Read theirs, and join me in posting your own. More than one entry is encouraged. I'll be disappointed if there aren't 20 replies to this eventually. First, enjoy some of these (some classy names here!)
Gown removed carelessly. Head, less so.
- Joss Whedon
Clones demand rights: second Emancipation Proclamation.
- Paul Di Filippo
Thought I was right. I wasn't.
- Graeme Gibson
Heaven falls. Details at eleven.
- Robert Jordan
The baby’s blood type? Human, mostly.
- Orson Scott Card
Automobile warranty expires. So does engine.
- Stan Lee
Machine. Unexpectedly, I’d invented a time
- Alan Moore
Wasted day. Wasted life. Dessert, please.
- Steven Meretzky
Longed for him. Got him. Shit.
- Margaret Atwood
As for my own... hmm... let's see...
The sun foils Icarus' brilliant plan.
Somehow I forgot to remember her.
There isn't much time left to
Colder in hell than I expected.
Have fun.
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He bit. I hit. Oh s&^#.
Life: our dead hold the secret.
Conquered, and won our own destruction.
Well, it was worth a try.
Nice!
I was blinded by his aura.
My name no longer needed meaning.
At last, the ship sunk heavily.
num num num num num. Ahhhhhhhhh!
Virgin to sinner. I loved it.
Distance conquers our love. How sad.
His cologne lingers on my pillow.
-me
The voices in my head laughed.
Six weeks late. Baby clothes shopping?
Life is fun, until it isn't.
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