And now for something completely different...

I don't like Ernest Hemingway.  At all.  I am currently sending loathsome thoughts to where ever he is buried.  So it's really a shame that my high school english teacher decided to dedicate six weeks to studying his writings, because we never really got along after that.

But.

Hemingway once wrote a (very) short story in just six words:

"For sale: baby shoes, never worn."

And at first I think "oh yea, Ernie, good job.  Like my flippin' first-grader couldn't do better.  Psha.  gah.  whatever."  And then Richard and I spend the better part of an evening coming up with our own six-word stories, and find it surprisingly difficult.  And I even begin to admire some things about Hemingway's little story, like the symmetry, the compression of a whole lifetime of grief, and the how he creates distance while remaining intimate.

And that is where I draw the line, because I stubbornly refuse to ever admire Hemingway, the old jerk:

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So here's a fun challenge:  write a story! make it six words! post them in the comment section to share with everyone- it's kinda like actually getting published!

Here's some of the ones Richard and I hashed out:

"Dear John.  It was fun.  Not."

"Airport Parking.  Arrivals/Departures.  Terminal Hotel."

"What did you think would happen?!"

"I'm sorry.  No admittance without insurance."

For the monomaniacs:
"Wanted: White whale harpooner.  Light travel."

For the Austen-ites:
"Just married: Elizabeth Bennet, Fitzwilliam Darcey"

And for the Twilights:
"Vegetarian vampire marries high school sweetheart."

Have Fun!