Have you heard about Ernest Hemingway’s six word story? I hadn’t, until today, and it has delighted me!
A friend bet Hemingway that he could not write a story in six words, so the legend goes. He was forced to pay up, when Hemingway produced what he is said to have called his greatest work:
“For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”
The idea of capturing a story in so few words captured my attention, and I decided to try my hand at it. Below are my feeble attempts. If you find yourself likewise inspired, I’d love you to share your creations with me!
I decided to journey on alone.
“Forever,” she whispered in his ear.
Never again would she trust another.
The dragon flew into the sunset.
Undaunted, she entered the bloody arena.
A girl. A boy. A romance.
Fire consumed the village of thieves.
She was crazy; she was cool.
A deceptive existence, caring for none.
She lived and she died alone.
Jen Danger Writes 
“I’m sane,” said ten in unison
I love this!!! I’ll be pondering for a while… thanks 🙂
I’m glad you like it Jade. Thanks for taking the time to write your encouragement, and on “why I write”, meant a lot 🙂
“Big heart. Small hands. Forward march!”
“Open door. He chose to stay.’
“Jigsaw puzzle. Missing piece. Hope lost.”
“Rainbow melody playing in my head.”
“Standing at the crossroad, she froze.”
“Jigsaw puzzle. Missing piece. Hope lost.”
I especially love this one. I know the feeling too well 🙂
“Big heart. Small hands. Forward march!”
“Open door. He chose to stay.’
“Jigsaw puzzle. Missing piece. Hope lost.”
“Rainbow melody playing in my head.”
“Standing at the crossroad, she froze.”
I love this! 🙂 Definitely a great idea when you want to get the creative juices flowing once more. I haven’t had much coffee yet, but these are my attempts:
She would never go home again.
The memory faded, leaving him desperate.
This was it. The battle beckoned.
Love them! Thanks for sharing!
“For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”
Hmm. That is really exceptional.
I really liked this most, very informative and very interesting.
Let me try:
We’re just like Romeo and Juliet.
Actually, I like “We were like Romeo and Juliet” better.
This is much harder than it sounds! It will be haunting me for awhile, I’m guessing. Thanks for the challenge.
Then memories, like wraiths, silently screamed.
Loved and bruised by my beloved.
Loved; then left alone to die.
Pampered first and tagged dependent.
Humans hated but god still loved.
Crawled, stood, walked and then ran.
Tried some, what do you think?