In 55 words or less, tell me a story.
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Fun times with my mother in law:
At work the other day my mother in law and I were working. Not paying attention to me , she bumped into me , as we were both falling , she grabbed my scrotum by accident to prevent herself from falling . Needless to say she was embarassed but i found it halarious . We are much closer since then.
At work the other day my mother in law and I were working. Not paying attention to me , she bumped into me , as we were both falling , she grabbed my scrotum by accident to prevent herself from falling . Needless to say she was embarassed but i found it halarious . We are much closer since then.
Skin and bones
He asked her again. "Please, just a piece of bread"
"no"
"please"
"it's too much"
"just take a bite."
"too much"
he left the room and she sat in silence, her baggy clothes weighing her down, her refugee's face contrasting with the designer labels. she threw the bread away.
He asked her again. "Please, just a piece of bread"
"no"
"please"
"it's too much"
"just take a bite."
"too much"
he left the room and she sat in silence, her baggy clothes weighing her down, her refugee's face contrasting with the designer labels. she threw the bread away.
Fine, fine, I'll give it a go.
There was once an angry racist dwarf named Blunderbuss.
He believed all other races were inferior.
Once, he spent an afternoon ripping wings off unsuspecting giant wasps in the Forests of Eidolon.
An even bigger asshole came along and decapitated him. Alive. Slowly.
His body was strung up and eaten by Glimmershred young.
The end.
He believed all other races were inferior.
Once, he spent an afternoon ripping wings off unsuspecting giant wasps in the Forests of Eidolon.
An even bigger asshole came along and decapitated him. Alive. Slowly.
His body was strung up and eaten by Glimmershred young.
The end.
Michael Finnegan
There once was a man named Michael Finnegan,
He grew whiskers on his chinnegan,
The wind came up and blew them in ag'in,
Poor old Michael Finnegan
Not really a story (it's a song) but it works.
There once was a man named Michael Finnegan,
He grew whiskers on his chinnegan,
The wind came up and blew them in ag'in,
Poor old Michael Finnegan
Not really a story (it's a song) but it works.
A lesbian love story told in exactly 55 words. I present to you:
Loyalty
Katie staggered out of the dark cave. Blinking in the morning light, she saw Alice standing. "6 months..." said Alice, holding back a tear. Katie surveyed Alice's camp; a tent, food tins and a broken radio.
Katie seemed dejected. "I'm sorry. I'll never make you wait for me again."
They embraced then left the camp.
I don't think of myself as a writer, I'm an artist. My subject is life, words are my medium and the blank page, my canvas.
Loyalty
Katie staggered out of the dark cave. Blinking in the morning light, she saw Alice standing. "6 months..." said Alice, holding back a tear. Katie surveyed Alice's camp; a tent, food tins and a broken radio.
Katie seemed dejected. "I'm sorry. I'll never make you wait for me again."
They embraced then left the camp.
I don't think of myself as a writer, I'm an artist. My subject is life, words are my medium and the blank page, my canvas.
You don't know what the reference is from.Solid Reece said:
The conflict is that Baldrick is, quite frankly, so dumb that you could tell him to count his balls twice and he wouldn't get the same number, if, in fact, he even knew what a number was.
Granted, that isn't conflict in the classical sense, but it would be if you understood the connotations behind it (also known as "slapstick").
Someone give this guy money. He deserves it.SilentJay22 said:
Well, this is incredibly depressing, but here goes. 46 words, not counting the title.
Falling
A rush of air and weightlessness becomes all that he feels. The ground looms closer, as he speeds towards it to his inevitable death below. It?s beautiful. Sad, that his life should end after seeing such a sight. He?d like to see another.
He never would.
Falling
A rush of air and weightlessness becomes all that he feels. The ground looms closer, as he speeds towards it to his inevitable death below. It?s beautiful. Sad, that his life should end after seeing such a sight. He?d like to see another.
He never would.
Very intriguing. Let's see what I've got.
One More Game
The young man grinned, laying his cards on the table. His opponent across from him paled.
"I won our wager."
"Wait!" She cried. "Double or nothing?"
"With what?" She pushed a piece of paper across to him.
Looking up he nodded. "One more game." He pulled out a silver coin. "Heads or tails?"
(counting the title that's 55 words exactly)
One More Game
The young man grinned, laying his cards on the table. His opponent across from him paled.
"I won our wager."
"Wait!" She cried. "Double or nothing?"
"With what?" She pushed a piece of paper across to him.
Looking up he nodded. "One more game." He pulled out a silver coin. "Heads or tails?"
(counting the title that's 55 words exactly)
Here is my half arsed attempt... I tried, but 55 words isn't really much...
Wanderer of the Forgotten Memories
As I walk through this Barren land, this land I thought I once knew, I look around, searching for life. My life. I look for my Family, My Friends, and most of all, myself. What have I become? For ever, onwards I walk, searching, until the day I finally find those long lost memories
Wanderer of the Forgotten Memories
As I walk through this Barren land, this land I thought I once knew, I look around, searching for life. My life. I look for my Family, My Friends, and most of all, myself. What have I become? For ever, onwards I walk, searching, until the day I finally find those long lost memories
From the Abyss
The girl looked through her goggles, ?I hate octopuses?they?re so creepy.?
?Octopi.? her brother corrected.
?Whatever, they?re disgusting creatures.?
?Please, they?re harmless! I mean, it?s not like they?re planning world domination.
The two laughed at the thought and swam away.
Meanwhile, one octopus looked at the other in terror.
?How do they know?!? he asked.[/quote]
I might be wrong, but I think that's 56 words.
The girl looked through her goggles, ?I hate octopuses?they?re so creepy.?
?Octopi.? her brother corrected.
?Whatever, they?re disgusting creatures.?
?Please, they?re harmless! I mean, it?s not like they?re planning world domination.
The two laughed at the thought and swam away.
Meanwhile, one octopus looked at the other in terror.
?How do they know?!? he asked.[/quote]
I might be wrong, but I think that's 56 words.
In six words:
For sale: baby shoes, never worn.
http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/14.11/sixwords.html
For sale: baby shoes, never worn.
http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/14.11/sixwords.html
