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NewClassic? Vault Legend? I need glasses. How's that working for you, NewClassic? | |
The ovation always precedes the applause. | |
Captain Obvious exposits on what's blatant. I eat apples core and all. | |
Junk food does no one favours. This is a pretty fun game. | |
Mister clever-dick needs a spanking Sorry, couldn't resist. It was inevitable. Faith is a poor man's confidence | |
Death is inevitable, as are taxes. Don't be scared, you'll be safe. | |
Six word story? I failed it. ha! | |
Good lord. I'm pregnant! Who dunnit? EDIT: Have some more: Going to gaming discussion. Taking Flamesuit. Proper reviews are bumped down prematurely. Never got past Ravenholm. My credibility! No-Face just wants a friend. | |
A short history of the USAs beginnings: Puritans arrive, get taxed and rebel. Some others: Myriad bodies betray the rebellion's honor. Depressed bullfighting enthusiast dies unnatural death. Spelunker uncovers ancient drawings on holiday. Test subject deserves cake; receives fire. | |
For when you have everything else. Addiction just does not cut it. Violinist with anarchic cynicism destroys society. "Shits and giggles" got old fast. | |
Listen to this man! this... truthsayer! | |
The sounds of silence deafens me. Busy in the kitchen, diners served. I'm a vampire with lost fangs. Christmas vs Easter, winner: Chuck Norris. | |
After death...will we be reborn? Six word story: Beginning. Middle. End. For everything else there is MasterCard. | |
Education. What, where, why and how? | |
Education. Facts, here, because and yelling. :P | |
My story needed a second paragraph. :P Another: What on Earth? Oh, Never mind. | |
Lace pants discovered on floor. Divorce. | |
360 has PROD. Must kill Microsoft. | |
Man agitated gangsters, killed in gunfight. | |
My vomit tastes like Captain Morgan. | |
How about a parody of Hemmingway's? For sale: Wire hanger, slightly bloodied. | |
American Idol canceled due to awfulness. | |
I can't put the fire out! | |
Chickens always taste better when fresh. Sonic Hedgehog plus an oncoming train. Sometimes, I like to smell keyboards. I once saw a guy somewhere. | |
I laughed, and laughed, and laughed. | |
Fate makes pawns of us all. | |
LOL ACHIEVED. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED. | |
I don't know whether to laugh or cry. now some of my own Fire up the BBQ, its summer. I jump, I fall, I end. Little leaves parachute to earthly demise. | |
She had an abortion. Hardy Har. | |
Why? Because I fucking well can. Live on stage, fist in air. When all else fails, mosh pit. | |
Want to sell: annoying unwanted xitel | |
Don't worry Angel. This shows innocence | |
Too page two, what lies ahead? | |
What lies ahead? Hopefully many more. | |
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The original idea was to challenge Hemmingway to write a complete story in six words, exactly. Since then, it's been a fairly big thing in the writing circuit. So, compose a complete story in six words exactly. (Cannot be more or less, has to be six words.)
For those of you that are curious, Hemmingway's answer was
For Sale: baby shoes, never used.
So, let's get cracking. I'll start with two: