I would like to resurrect the six word story contest. For those not familiar, refer to
this post. Same rules apply. And to spice it up, I'll throw in a prize for the winner, since it
is a contest. You have until...hmmm...Christmas? New Years? to write your stories, then we'll vote. All in favor write a six word story.
35 comments:
Chimp attack. No more face.
Can the stories be about anything?
Jami's story is short, and yes.
Warm covers. Cold morning. Sleep in.
"Drugs were not his first choice."
"Fancy dress. Awkward dinner. Little dancing."
(My creative writing teacher actually introduced us to these this semester, so I've written a few of them.)
Feeling kicks in tummy. My secret.
Out of diapers. Hazel just pooped.
I noticed after I posted it.
Pregnancy test negative: breath of relief.
I thought about him again today.
I never get sick. Except lately.
Slushy snow. I need hot chocolate.
I jammed my finger today. Ouch.
First they cheated. Then they failed.
(Oh, the life of a teacher.)
Hate mail. Why do I teach?
Parent-teacher conferences- glimpses of hell.
Broken glasses. Couldn't see the train.
Thanks for your manuscript, but no.
Proper wampum prospers in the bay.
That's nonsense, not a story. But it has six words.
Skyler, et al, please appreciate this next six word story to beat all six word stories:
Abode House.
Here's one lifted from John Mellencamp (a Hoosier, thankyouverymuch...that means he's from Indiana):
I fight authority; authority always wins.
Sharon Morgan. Beaver. Gun safety-lock key.
Here's another cheater that counts a hyphenated term as one word:
Phone call. Confession cornucopia. Mutual freak-out.
"Abode House" is less than six words. It doesn't count, Chan.
Ha ha, Chan is a loser.
(just kidding)
My six word rebuttal as to why Chan's still wins:
See, but it's still the best.
We haven't voted, so no one wins yet.
Master's Thesis: I'm going to die.
Tearful night. Comforting shoulder. Good friend.
(This next one is for you, skyler.)
Fireworks on the pond. Angry ducks.
No work. Doctor visit. Strep again?
Piles of novels, yet no bookshelf.
It's time to hop a train.
Chan, question: Are all residents from Indiana Hoosiers? Or just basketball players?
Either way
My grandpa is an Indiana Hoosier.
(six word story)
So, I just thought of a great advertisement for the guys at the Center--except the married ones. Well, maybe the married ones too. Anyway:
Writing Center: Guys trained to listen.
Sis. Morgan wins with guy's ad.
At least, she wins for me.
Even if we haven't finished yet.
What, pray, is the Abode House?
Shani, Skyler's "ad." But I AGREE.
I am not participating in this.
Silly. Too late. You did participate.
Saw "Sky" and mistook person. Oops.
So many good ones, Sara Lee, but my vote goes to Skyler's "Writing Center: Guys trained to listen." Profound. And Jami's no-nonsense cynicism that made me laugh. "Chimp attack. No more face." Ha. And the smash in Julie's "Broken Glasses, couldn't see the train."
Well, if we want to end the contest now, I vote for Skyler, too.
Whaddaya say? Anymore entries? or should we just move on to the haiku?
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