Ernest Hemingway wrote is supposed to have written a very sad one:
For sale: Baby shoes, never
usedworn.
What can you come up with? (We’ll also accept summaries, reviews, biographies — anything you can squeeze into this even-shorter-than-haiku format.)
How about a six-word summary of Harry Potter?
(First, a six-word spoiler message: SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER.)
Harry, the boy who lived, lives.
Very nice, and to the point.
It has to be to the point.
Yes, there isn’t much room for anything else…
True, Robert. *uses up extra words*
*snork*
Oh, Robert, you never fail to cheer me up.
That spoiler warning was not needed.
Your comment has gleaned six pies.
I suppose that’s fitting, isn’t it?
Too fitting to last long, alas.
SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER
Harry, with a lightning scar, lived
SPOILER: NOT MUCH OF A SPOILER
All HP books except the 3rd and 7th:
Voldemort attacks. Harry survives once again.
General plot of Hp:
Harry survives Voldemort because of love.
SFTDP… Oh sorry, forgot spoiler warning!
Aah, six-word stories. We did six-word memoirs as an orientation activity with the freshmen in Literary Arts this year. It was even more limited than usual, though, because we had to begin with our first and last names. Mine was “Clara [Last name] has a pet cloud.”
Someone do one for MuseBlog. A summary or a review.
Flying pies, homicidal pink lagomorphs: MuseBlog!
I’m sure somebody else can do a much better one. I’m not feeling particularly creative right this second……
Muserly people discuss life, universe, pie.
My smiley faces won’t work today.
The end.
Aren’t I a great storyteller?
*crickets*
Nuts, wish I didn’t press quit.
other books, mayhaps?
Golden Compass:
Great big war about the magisterium.
Watership down:
Some rabbits decide: start new home.
Watchmen:
possible world war soon? No: peace.
Ok, that last one was REALLY basic.
Quietly, she replaced all their heads.
Where did their heads go before?
*ponders*
Intriguing. I like it.
I could swear I’ve heard that somewhere before….
I have no idea what dark recess of my mind that came from. Maybe the Queen of Hearts is lurking in the background. But there are all sorts of heads.
Charlie grinned as the debris flew.
Actually, Baby’s feet were too big.
Glancing down, she noticed his heart.
Oh no, my keys! Oh, wait…
0- I’ve always heard it as “never worn,” and he only purportedly wrote it.
Yes, Snopes lists its status as “undetermined” (www . snopes. com /language/literary/babyshoes.asp). Both the story and its backstory may have come from a play about Hemingway performed in the 1990s. I’ve made a correction at the top.
Either way, my alternative theory works. Lots of baby shoes never get worn simply because they don’t fit or they’re too froufrou or baby has too many doting lady relatives who like to knit.
“For sale: Baby shoes. Hippie parents.”
XD
Billy stood more still then before.
This one I read on a website somewhere:
Megan’s baby: John’s surname, Jim’s eyes.
FML:
Screw this, why am I alive?
MLIG:
To life, love, health, and happiness!
MLIA:
Ninjas, Potter, forts, cats: Epic win.
Here’s one for “The Scarlet Letter”:
Shame, Hester! Shame, shame, shame! Not.
16- As a recent
survivorreader of The Scarlet Letter, I can attest to how truthful that retelling is. Including more characters yieldsHester’s Pearl: Dimmesdale’s guilt. (Chillingsworth: Revenge!)
Gulliver’s Travels
Gulliver travels. Strange lands. Allegory abounds!
Well, there goes my wedding plans.
Fin
Also.
Great, now I am wanted, too.
Shortened every murder mystery ever: They’ll never find out! (They do)
Ooh, a pink bunny! Come here–aaaaaargh………..
HG2G: You had better have your towel.
School:
No free time and no life.
I had better get back to my homework
I mean finish, not get back
You dumped me for THAT girl/guy?
Harry Potter: And then everyone dies.
Here are some six-syllable stories:
A Greek myth:
Pomegranates! Yum! Oops.
Another Greek myth:
Made it! Eurydice?
Most of the Odyssey:
Monsters. Women. Monsters.
The end of the Odyssey:
“Honey, I’m home!” (Slaughter.)
MuseBlog:
Where everybody knows the word “pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis.”
MuseBlog:
Where that word passes without comment.
MuseBlog:
Where actually it didn’t; you commented.
MuseBlog:
Where that not six words.
*was not! That’s actually hilarious; I can’t believe I missed that.
PIGGY WRITE MORE HULK STORY NOW?
High school:
Chose two: Grades, sleep, social life.
Again, not really original.
Titles:
Making six words out of seven.
A six-word story about my day:
Lovely day until my math homework.
The sequel:
Precal sucks, I give up, ‘night.
I am not creative enough for.
You see? It is futile.
Lonelier when once together, now apart.
She paused, drinking in the music.
Like leaves falling softly down; hope.
Shattered glass edge, silence broken forever.
Cold fingers make for many typos.
Wanted: six words fitting in harmony.
Safe or no? Searching eyes dart.
~~~~
A poem, they say, must express.
What must a poem express? I ask.
Why, the profoundest feelings of humanity.
Is not the profound often simple?
They laughed at the quiet question.
Profound must be grand in scale.
But what of the still voice?
It must be made to thunder.
But it so loses it’s power.
There is power in stillness? Nonsense!
The truest power known to us.
But silence does not produce fear.
Thunder frightens, but does not teach.
Teach us then, they mocked.
I will show you, I said.
Come look at the tall tree.
It is grand, mighty, they said.
It is still, patient. I replied.
Come look at the dancing grasses.
It covers many acres, they said.
It bows down to the earth.
Come look at the dancing brook.
It makes noise, they said.
It is forced to by rocks.
Come look at the stars.
They are uncountable in their number.
They act together to give light.
Is this a poem? I asked.
They shook their heads at me.
Go sleep and dream, foolish girl.
Gwyn says she might recite that for her poetry recital.
No school tomorrow – National Day holiday!
Earth was sad.
Then cheese happened.
33-
My hands; both blue and glittery.
Too much work; too little time.
Why are six words so rhythmic?
Why do these few words match?
Sheared sheep stand in the rain.
33-
There are marbles on the calculator.
One my friend wrote:
Six word stories: Hard to write.
One I wrote:
Six word stories: Too hard to write.
I call shotgun in the car!
My science teacher has a turtle.
The teacher’s turtle’s name is Slider.
But the turtle is a girl.
Why does that have to be?
Because my teacher didn’t know
That the turtle was a girl.
Slider is a fine girls name!
It’s also a kind of turtle.
Yes, it is. *uses up words*
My science teacher has two frogs.
Their names are Ben and Jerry.
We don’t know of their gender.
They are very very small frogs.
We can’t tell Ben from Jerry.
Sam is the boy who named them. ((Yes, seven words, I know! Sor-RY.))
How are these stories? How?
They all blend together so nicely.
Biography: He lived, then he died.
‘Tis the story of life, right?
Yes, you are so right, Errata.
In every one of your sentences
Especially the story of life one.
My day in a word: rotten .
Except when V bought me sherbet.
The kind in a plastic container.
That was a while ago; lunchtime.
Phys. Ed. made my day bad.
Practice for the fitness test. Ugh.
My wrists hurt bad after that.
Algebra too. Too Much Work. AHH!!
The Problem of the Week’s due.
It’s due really soon. On Friday.
School. Grrr… I want a break.
That’s my life story. Great, right?
Kingdom Hearts: Days just came out!
Marvel Civil War:
Kids die. Law passed. Heroes fight.
Addendum:
(I went and read another comic)
Spiderman part of civil war:
New suit, old suit, aunt shot.
2001: A Space Odyssey in six words:
What was all that about anyway?
She stepped out of her world.
“Contact” in six words?
Ahem, hear each six-word line:
Cat’s Eye attacks Shakespeare with vigor.
Romeo and Juliet-“Romeo, O Romeo, what bad luck!”
Macbeth-“Life has witches, then he dies.”
Hamlet-“To be or *snore* I’m bored.”
Midsummer Night’s Dream-“We’re in love! Fairies! Wait, what?”
Julius Caesar-“Et tu, Brute? Yep. Ouch, dude.”
I’ll take suggestions, if you want.
Twelfth Night – Boy meets boy – wait, no, girl
Much Ado About Nothing: “We hate each other! Scratch that.”
Antony and Cleopatra: “I love you! Ow, a snake!”
Henry V: “Let’s fight the French! And marry!”
Richard III: “Somehow, we like this bloody murderer.”
Othello: She might be unfaithful. Let’s die.
Cymbeline: Confused jumble of his other plays
Taming of the Shrew: I hate men! No, we’re meek. (This, by the way, qualifies as the Shakespeare play with the worst ending.)
Comedy of Error: Antipholus? Dromeo? What? Wait, there’s two…
The clouds lifted, and she cried.
Oedipus Rex: A plague? Oh, no! Wait, Mom?!
Death comes in on swift feet.
LOOK ON LIFE
The world is boring. The end.
————
WARRIORS ONE
I’m now a warrior cat. Adventures!
————-
OUR RPGS
They all die lots of times.
The RPGs or characters?
(R, P, and Gs to be
pronounced as different words, in keeping
with the theme of the thread.)
The RPGs are dead.
And we all killed them, yep.
Because nobody ever posts on them.
-points to Magic RPG-
People, really, I beg of you.
-begs everyone to come back now-
I miss the posts that were.
———————–
SOME STUFF I RANDOMLY THOUGHT UP
I now glow in the dark.
You are very very slightly purple.
STORY OF WHAT JUST HAPPENED NOW
Had to go get keys copied.
And they’re for the GOAT theater.
And they weren’t mine-my dad’s.
And I just came from Gymnastics.
My leotard looks like a swimsuit.
And people make me very annoyed.
This story is ending very soon.
But that is what just happened.
I swear on HPBs.
Well, you know what I mean.
ACTUAL QUOTE
Well, Jackie is also a rabbit!
0-We talked about that story in english a few days ago, actually. I was reading a Hemingway book for my report, but I don’t like his style very much so switched to Pride and Prejudice, which I really enjoyed.
But is it sad? We talked about it in class–what jumped into my mind right away was that the baby had died before it had needed the shoes. Someone else had assumed that it hadn’t needed them/grown out of them before wearing them.
Reading more I see we already reached this conclusion in post 12. I like Robert’s hippie one
—
Eyes closed, she tied the knot.
War and Peace:
Ok, so it’s about *falls asleep*
Hey, I liked War and Peace!
To each his (or her) own.
Global History:
The teacher wants to eat me.
Maybe en is an evil bunny.
I really REALLY hope that she isn’t.
Your sentence is seven, not six.
OOPS! I will omit one “really.”
That would indeed fix the problem.
My English class last year:
The Odyssey: Guy gets home after 20 years
Things Fall Apart: The white man! Must kill self.
Great Expectations: Ooh, a convict… This is boring
There are no Children Here: Chicago isn’t fun if you’re poor
Romeo and Juliet: They’re in love! Wait, they’re dead.
So, are you good or bad?
I am all of the above.
Bridge to Terebithia:
Friends forever. Oh no! She died!
MuseBlog:
Don’t worry, it’s Mostly Harmless. Bunnify.
Go-kart ruins contained evidence of sabotage.
Please remove the spewed bodily fluids.
A charred laptop was found at the scene.
Indonesian authorities refusing aid while requesting!
Eek, scared of big typhoon now.
Unable to salvage any life boats.
Spewed body fluids- nice, but gross.
He smiled. …There were no survivors.
He must be rather morbid, then.
That is not disturbing at all.
That seems a very deadly smile.
Is this cruel person Cad Bane?
Not that I am aware of…
Nah, it’s gotta be Snidely Whiplash.
Oh dear, it’s my history teacher.
He said he’d be Snidely Whiplash
During our first in class essay
Scientists admit that they were wrong.
Mysterious life-form found on neighboring planet.
This story only had six words.
Then, the story was lengthened some.
Only “some”? It doubled in length!
Okay, then:
This story only had six words.
Then the length was doubled. Why?
I like frogs. The End. Wait… that’sonly 5 letters…. I really like frogs. The end.
What’s that for? OUCH! Not cool!
He was not a people person.
Indeed, some might call him mad…
He had to eat them all.
*Gasps are heard in the audience*
Were they very tasty, or no?
Oh you know they were delicious…
How’s that? I’m not a cannibal….
No, but he most certainly was.
Or was he!? *more gasps heard*
He was indecisive, that’s for sure.
Me-
eat,sleep,go MBing, and read.
Weekends:
Yes! No school! Oops, not anymore.
the cake was stained with blood.
is death a state of mind
ok that one wasnt mine ok
*crunch crunch* *slither* “What was that?”
One cake had poison in it.
His red queen made her die.
Gee, these are getting rather morbid.
Tick, Tock. Tick, Tock. Tick, Tock.
Time is dripping down the clock.
The pair of shoes silently leers.
I’m seeing things no one hears.
We’re drowning in the churning sea;
Come, everyone, go mad with me!
Um… no explanation could be found.
Bloody sock, crunched my toe.
Four people save the day!
Those are five words, not six.
I should be writing an essay.
I should be writing it too.
I should be assembling my project.
What kind? Quite dangerous, or no?
Plant and animal cells, long done.
Roses are red. So is blood.
Violets are blue. So is water.
I always thought violets were purple…
-A
“Roses are red, violets are blue.”
“Sugar is sweet, [and] so are you.”
‘twould suggest that they are blue.
Sugar is sweet. So is pie.
Not quite true, water is clear.
Eh, it’s blue-ish.
That depends on the water, luv.
Mountain Alaskan lakes are lovely blue.
Well the color of the water depends on suspended particles. Pure water is clear (as well as being acidic), while ocean waters are often turquoise to blue, also depending on the turbidity (how far one can see down). I think those blue lakes are often devoid of life, while brownish estuary water is often fertile.
They left him in the rain.
Look out! There’s a train coming!
This is one my friend made.
Test tube missing. Eyebrows missing also.
I find it very amusing. XD
Lost: brother, books. Reward for books.
Here’s one my mom gave to me:
Did Mom ask for a reason?
Yes, it was something she saw.
Remove the carcasses from the dungeon.
(Dialog that followed that):
“Including the live ones?”
“Kill those.”
“Free massage” really meant “Free massacre.”
Brother for sale. Cheap. Maybe free.
Please don’t leave your entrails behind.
I dislike mess. Kill him elsewhere.
Did I start this morbid mess?
I feel a little guilty, actually…
Morbid-ness is keeping this thread going…
Holden: ‘Where do the ducks go?”
Monocot fell, the hills rolled on.
“It’s reached sentience.” Procedure was followed.
The Dark Phoenix Saga:
Evil Jean eats star, kills self.
Alas, the killer was not dead.
(Totally meant to write non-morbidly.
Failed epically, for some odd reason.)
What does this button – oh. Oops.
Did that button cause an explosion?
Yes, it did. Isn’t that awesome?
Madame Defarge knits. Then, people die. (Get the reference?
)
I hated that book.
I hate Dickens in general, actually.
To eighty-nine: I get the reference.
Lizzie- -gasp- Dickens is my favorite!
The waltz continued despite dancer’s demise. 0.o
Don’t understand sadness of baby shoes.
The baby died without wearing them.
Whether Hemingway wrote the words or not, the author obviously had never been to a baby shower.
Besides, if the baby had died, the properly sentimental act would be to carefully wrap the shoes, with a sachet of lavender perhaps, and tuck them away in a drawer, not post them on craigslist. Unless, of course, these were being sold by some later descendant of pack rats who was trying to clean out the attic.
Poor baby. Was it Hemingway’s child?
No, just a six-word story.
And probably not even Hemingway’s story.
Yes, it’s me. After a VERY LONG interruption, I’m back.
We did this in English about a week ago.
Here’s one I wrote:
I am myself. Nobody believes me.
The parrot was the only witness.
He smiled. He loved Pinkus Bunniesloverus.
I sense an eerie parallel to 1984.
I sense a seven word sentence.
By the way: Six-word story, people? [I’m counting six-word as one word]
I see six-word sentences, not stories.
Cheating much, are we? Stories, people.
Luna The Lovely complained. Then, response.
Wasn’t a complain, just an observation.
*complaint. Sorry, really can’t type today.
Yours are also sentences, not stories.
I know. ’twas just an observation.
Bunnies bunnify humans. And that’s terrible.
Bunnies bunnify humans. And that’s wonderful.
Enc’s betrayed us. And that’s horrible.
Run basement. Bombs fall over Tehran.
Can’t see glasses… looks vaguely pie-like.
Hot pink thing… run for life!
Vote Kokopelli. Restore much more chaos.
Then, everyone died. Really happy story.
Missing: My glory
Reward: Your death
Once upon a time, everyone died.
A cat ate my fish! Oh no!
Ketchup can be so annoying sometimes… yuck!
These stories are way too much fun.
Except for the first, they’re seven-word.
Ketchup can be annoying. *nods* EXTRA
No, sir, I most certinetely didn’t!
Chiauaus have freakishly large ears. O_O
I hope the emoticon equals one.
I’m sad, so I’ll have pie.
Jurassic Park:
Cloned dinos break out, humans escape.
WoO:
Tornado! Flying house! Munchkins! Melting witch!
Harry Potter:
Lots of people die. Good prevails.
Star Wars:
Massive carnage. Love prevails. Evil dies.
Warriors: Power Of Three:
Main characters are really, really bad.
Most of the good characters die.
Star Wars:
Republic, Empire, Rebellion, New Republic.
That’s five words. Or seven. *nitpick*
Republic, Empire, Rebellion, THEN New Republic.
Or
‘Old Republic, Empire, Rebellion, New Republic’
Either works.
I sort of eat my pets.
Oh my god, that is GREAT.
I am wondering, is that sarcasm?
Test today! Everyone calls in sick.
Here’s my report. The font’s white.
Score: 99/100. Oh no! I failed!
I sneeze. No, it’s not swine flu!
We actually did these in LA today, as well as Drabble, 55-words etc. I immediately thought back to MB!
The third one was inspired by my friend, who is the extreme of me in that regard. Yes, I am slightly like that too. She’s more with math, though.
I can understand that about math.
I can’t.
I like the “white font” trick.
Thanks! Surprised to say I’ve never actually tried it. I’m not that stupid…
Though what I have done is turned in a blank piece of paper to my science teacher saying ‘this is my model of the atom, only it’s actual size’, but I was only joking since my science teacher is really nice and friendly and likes me a lot! And I really did have an actual model (other than the blank paper) that I turned in later.
Mars Climate Orbiter:
Techs make metric mistake, probe fails.
Sojourner:
Tiny rover lands, explores, mission success.
Spirit and Opportunity:
Ancient water? Robotic twins say yes.
Mars Climate Orbiter:
Was that the one where they mixed up metric and English systems, and the probe crashed into Mars rather than going into orbit? Dad told me about that one. Probably as evidence that the entire world should use metric rather than a mix, I don’t remember exactly.
Yes. That’s why metrics are used in international space projects now.
The secret of the universe is–
That’s it. Make up the rest.
Asteroid spotted looks suspiciously like pie.
Oh, very nice! I like these.
Me too! I am up late.
Being attacked by hot pink thing.
SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER
Hobbits destroy ring save Middle Earth.
MORE SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS ETC ETC
He’s a vampire. I love him.
SEE ABOVE SEE ABOVE SEE ABOVE SEE ABOVE SEE ABOVE
Luke Skywalker saves galaxy and comrades.
HEM HEM HEM HEM HEM HEM HEM HEM HEM HEM HEM HEM
Jeeves rescues Bertie from coerced romance.
SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER
Harry kills the evil Lord Voldemort.
We did this in model congress, except we had to give our views on the bill. Many of them had lots of “very”s. Mine just didn’t make sense.
I still make coffee for two.
Aw, that’s a sad one.
They were wrong; cockroaches died first.
There was one in the towel.
(An extremely large cockroach, that is)
I don’t think footnotes are allowed.
“Grr” I say. *bites POSOC hard*
*screams helplessly as bunnification sets in*
*laughs maniacally at Ducky and POSOC*
*attacks Silver Lining* “SUBMIT TO PINKNESS.”
*takes out lightsaber* *pwns* *is hated*
*attacks Sudo with my Death Star*
You have a death star? Since when?
Now we know why you aren’t Leroy, I suppose!
*Blasts Errata for asking silly question*
Deflects with lightsaber- Explodes Death Star
Kicked off thread for making Gary-Stu
*escapes in an X wing fighter*
You wish- Gary-Stus can’t lose! *chases*
*hits Sudo with a De-Gary-Stu-ifier*
Oh, I was going to, too.
Eep! Impostor alert! *De-Stu-ifies Sudo*
*screams maniacally* * “NO PINK FOR ME!” *
I love it. So much is implied.
I’ve been wanting to write a post-apocalyptic story for a while now, but since those involve so much background almost by definition, I thought it would be an interesting challenge to do one in six words.
Then I thought that since cockroaches are the stereotypical “ultimate survivors,” mentioning them would be a good way to tip off my readers to the setting, and, well… everything else just followed.
I love post-apocalyptic stories. If you do get around to writing one, you should post it on the blog–I’d love to read it.
Oops. I thought you were talking about that Mythbusters episode.
The MythBusters episode is related to the idea that cockroaches are the only creatures who can survive atomic radiation.
(They are not, according to the show, although they do survive, flies do as well.)
<3
111, 112- Very nice, thank you for the warnings, but what are you spoiling? ‘Spoiler’ does not tell whether the spoiler is for Peter Rabbit or for the book I’m reading right now.
Spoiler…
The Crucible:
Psycho ex-girlfriend starts witch trials.
Another one…
Salem’s evil was subtler than claimed.
Blonde girl stakes some vampires.
Wait, that is only five words.
Blonde girl stakes some non-sparkly vampires.
Rest in Peace. Wordsearches killed him.
He got the swu vaccine. Headache.
Enceladus’s brain melted. No Horn Playing!
Your brain melted? Was it painful?
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
In his arms, a son unfledged.
Icarus?
I didn’t have any specific story in mind, but that fits.
Is that Daedalus’s son?
Ah. the things you can learn from Percy Jackson.
My family likes cheese a lot.
))
((Randomness!!!))
((but it is six word randomness!
my love is love as well
why is it so [snip] cold?
The dead know not where they are.
SPOILER FOR EVERY FANTASY BOOK SPOILER FOR EVERY FANTASY BOOK
Someone is chosen! Good pwns Evil!
SCARLET LETTER NOT SO SPOILER!!!
Dimmesdale: Confess! No, don’t confess. *dies*
She wonders if he’s happier now.
—
With one final glance, she leapt.
Those are depressing…
Sarah’s gone. More flowers and paint!
(Confused? See my story on Books in Progress )
Uh, Enceladus, that link goes to Smilies and Code Tricks. Just so you know.
Oops.
Life went on, almost as before.
Decision made, he pulled the trigger.
Even drugs didn’t help that much.
She was gone before the bell.
Are all these stories about suicide?
only those that are depressingly sad
Nope. They’re not even related, except in the sense that they’re all kind of depressing, I suppose.
And so, the platypi lived on.
No words came from the cat.
Green. Why is the green?
Shiny things had always distracted him.
It must always be Red.
Yellow will never be true White.
What happens when Asperger meets Stockholm?
Discarded post-its littered the ground, forgotten.
I’m not addicted; maybe I’m lying.
His box in Her trash can.
Sorry for the possible double post…
I might do a series of drabbles with some of these as prompts. Note fanfiction, yeah. But I don’t use OCs in pairings!
Another, for kicks:
We didn’t read that OC story.
Instead, we stabbed those annoying things! :3
“A Series of
ImportantUnfortunate Events”Orphans’ guardian killed by disguised count.
“Relax,” He said, “Nothing can go–“
This could inspire a whole genre:
“Push the button. No, not that–“
Finished all the safety checks yet-
“Of course I know what I’m–“
“Of course this is 100% safe–”
—
“We should have plenty of time–”
—
“Everything is ready. Fire away.”
“WAIT–”
“A curse? What ancient supersititious non–“
“There’s no way we were follow-“
“This only explodes 10% of the-”
“I’m an expert. Don’t need instructions-”
“Sure it’s safe. Test it myself-“
“Are you sure they said to-“
“Wait, I know, that wire goes–“
“No way they’ll get in he-“
*dies laughing*
*also dies laughing*
*dies laughing because I am a pokemon fan and that is hilarious and it combines my two favorite things and I need to stop now before it’s too late*
nothing could possibly go wrong. I’m….
It can’t really be THAT danger–
Of course that bunny is har–
I told you, ‘mostly harmless’ means safe–
No, Mr Joe can’t use a–
“Hey, everybody! Look at what I’m–“
This place is like Fort Kno-
Please. Just one more certainly won’t-
“Now, new things never hurt anyon–“
Easy. Just light the match to–
Mom! I’m up here! Watch this!
“Really, there’s no need to wor-”
“I told you it would wor-”
“No really, I think we should-”
“Yes I followed all the instruct-”
“Are you sure this is sa-”
So much fun.
And, because it apparently is an actual quote…
“They can’t hit from that fa-”
Quote modified to fit.
Famous last words- so much fun.
Relax, I set a time limit –
“What? Of course they don’t exist–“
Don’t be silly, velociraptors are exti –
“Of course this is the right-”
“Of course not. The ship’s unsinka-”
“Whoa! Turn left! No, your other-”
“I’m too well-trained to make mistakes-”
“Well, there’s a small chance that-“
“Laughing isn’t hazardous to your heal-“
Are you sure you chose the-
Of course I double-checked that one-
“Duck? I can’t see a du-”
By my cousin.
I haven’t seen any Buffy, so I wouldn’t know.
It’s entirely possible that my cousin has, I wouldn’t know.
“Hold on for just a min-“
“Hold my cake and watch this!”
Dinosaurs can get loose very soon.
Mwahaha.
I’m fine, I just have – urk.
That’s a death sound.
Hahahaha. All praise GAPA Coontz.
The procrastinators will meet, one day…
We’re all Musers here. *death*
(( Keiffer: )) Have a bunny.
:idea:: *tasers*
We need a “Keiffer” smiley !
None thought she’d have done it.
A year ago, it happened. Again.
She couldn’t believe it. Not now.
Nothing made sense anymore– never had.
On a strange website, something lurked.
Had metal always tasted this good?
Why is it called a mace?
Are you sure you checked the-
A minute passed, the Earth turned
:D-
141- Keiffer? Adorable?! What are you thinking?
((SFTDP- Never mind BubbleBabe, I just realized I actually caused the death of :mrgreen:))
Well, Mr. Joe must have been suicidal at that point … because no one in their right mind would call you adorable … *rustle*
Anyway….
Pink bunny! Aww, it seems so –
Yes, I’m sure I put the –
Plug it in. What? You didn’t –
Now, now, it won’t be that –
She learned to love blood’s taste.
Paper does lead to new worlds.
Do concentric circles really resemble CDs?
To Mr. C, history treacher, yes.
“Now, where’s that timed fuse? Cake!”
Sarcastic, cynical teacher gets comeback…oops.
“No, no, it’s THIS button- whoa!”
Your car, your gas tank, your problem..
Kokopelli52 – that last one was SEVEN! *ostracize*
Just kidding. If “hot-pink” is one word then…
————————————————————————————————-
:mrgreen:: Let’s chill!
:idea:: I’d rather eat mercury.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
You sure you put the right –
Sorry for the double post. In science class I thought of the best six-word story ever –
Flash of pink, screams: Bunny apocalypse.
I stink at writing six-word stories.
(Assuming that six-word is one word.)
Sorry for this horribly awful post.
The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy.
So they plan to destroy it.
Does stealing lines count as cheating?
Have a very stinky day today.
“Don’t worry they are night eaters-”
“Say, where’s that snake you were-”
“Look! Behind you! It’s a-”
Six word stories are very fun.
My life recently:
Lonely girl dreams of a friend.
Ohhh my poor Ducky! I wish you lived in Massachusetts, then I could see you at regional competitions for History Day! *imagines self going from person to person, asking “Are you on MuseBlog? Are you on MuseBlog?”*
What’s your topic, anyway?
————————
Frances Perkins: savior of lower class.
Hello? Anyone out there??
Here I am, she tried saying.
But she would lie no longer.
Everything that was, was once alive.
Now no more; now ’tis dark.
Everyone has left it, gone away.
What reason had they to stay?
Times to live; times to die.
It fell asleep, never to wake.
And we move on and on.
Leaving it lying there; so alone.
That’s the way it is.
Last one turns off the lights.
Farewell, friend, the show is over.
Six words can be very strange…
That is a very depressing story.
Stupid senseless smiley stories: great fun.
Once I tried to sing beautifully.
But then all the windows shattered.
Wanted Sergei’s Pocky, called Secret Police.
But why did you want it?
166 – I don’t get it. ( for the tenth time this week )
A recent morbid dream of mine:
Zombie eats decaying flesh, skull levitates.
Dreams last night – pleasantly sub-reality. Strange.
166.1, 167- The person wanted Sergei’s Pocky, Sergei wouldn’t share it, so this being Soviet Russia, he turned Sergei over to the Secret Police and got him arrested.
Ohhh, THAT kind of Pocky! I love Pocky!
By the way, I’m laughing
a lotout loud right now.College applications are nearly finished. Yes!
Winter break was not spent vainly.
Little Susie’s cute, rosy rabbit revolted.
Some very lovely six-word stories I created in science class:
Last class. Boredom quotient already filled.
What’s the point of simple machines? (( don’t answer that. ))
I detest learning about simple machines.
Twenty minutes left. My survival: doubtful.
Bell sounds – freedom is so close!
Hope teacher doesn’t look through notebook.
He didn’t need to live anymore.
____________
They’re together forever. In the grave.
____________
A shattering blast. Silence. Silence. Forever.
____________
The world. Now you see it…
____________
There’s always peace in the grave.
Dawn came, and all was well.
*having Harry Potter flashbacks*
176- Actually, I was thinking of the “Glorious Dawn” video from the Symphony of Science.
I just watched that yesterday! What a great idea. I thought of you when I saw it. Then today I saw your mention of Galaxyrise.
The new video, “The Unbroken Thread,” is really nice, too. Appropriately enough, I found out about the site from Rosanne.
Enceladus – depressing, KaiYves makes it better.
The timing was perfect, wasn’t it?
Why must English be so boring?
I would rather be on MuseBlog.
Rawr, something’s wrong with my cake.
If you think English is boring, you should be in Ms. R’s last class on a Friday, when she’s had more school than she can take for a week and she goes insane and starts making people stand in corners and flip pencils.
She made Kevin do that a couple weeks ago. Jon, too. It was hilarious, but then she made us all shout ‘duck’ back and forth, and then she called us crazy!
Safety- stars reflected in my eyes!
KaiYves really, really, really loves space.
☺ Implode!
Explode!
Bosenova!
Say what?
*kablam*
Roll a six and live–four.
What? I certainly do not understand.
Fortitude save, or Russian roulette? Whatever.
Roll a six (dice) and you live. En rolled a four. Draw your own conclusion.
Behind him, he saw it fall apart.
You see, he had to leave.
Not Connected, those two previous ones!
I write these stories in science.
When I should be paying attention.
Especially since I take science MCAS.
Whatever; these stories are also constructive.
I am so in denial. Meh.
In denial about constructivity of stories.
It’s tame- eh? Where’d it go?
Okay, you were right about sharks!
Darkness+creepy noises= AAAAAGHH! Eh? Oh.
Sanity *scoffs* never heard of it!
Terrible silence.
Terrible noise.
Terrible silence.
190- I like that one.
Thanks. It’s not really originally mine, of course… I just put it into this format.
Six-word average Muse letter:
Muse= awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Publish or else! -Gothmog
Twilight in six words:
Hot vampires! Then, too much drama.
Oh, love, no. You wanna see hot vampires? Watch Buffy. In particular, look at Spike. That’s a hot vampire. twilight vamps? *shudder* Pattinson is so very not hot. Even my grandmother thinks he’s cakin’ ugly, and she doesn’t even have my anti-twilight sentiments (seeing as she knows nothing about twilight…..)
Hot vampires? Two words. Spike. Angel.
Hot vampires? Spike and more Spike.
No, the book. Silly Luna. Word.
twilight book vamps: still not hot
Warriors in six words:
Cats live, fight, die, and prophesy.
Percy Jackson in six words:
Poseidon’s son fights Cronos and Luke: wins.
Well shoot, Percy’s was 7!!
retry:
Poseidon’s son fights Cronos and wins.
Six syllable story!
Bwahahahahaha!
My life in six words: Insane sister!
That is seven words Your Medium-ness
My life in six words:
Perpetual state of confusion ensues. Insanity.
My life in six words:
I’ll dominate the world! Ooh, shiny…
LCROSS:
Big smash, small flash, lunar ice.
Adding to the “last words” genre:
“Look! No hands! I’m not using-“
“I can fly!”
*thump*
(Bystander)
“Not.”
That is wonderful. XDXD
More of that line:
I’m like Batman! *leaps* *falls* Not.
Did you see, WHAT THE CA-
My school life:
SPOCK.
–> 
…
Action…
Let’s go, girls.
The Darwin awards:
His last words were, “Watch this!”
“Go at throttle up! Uh-oh-”
(The actual quote just happens to be six words. Freaky)
What threads should I go check?
Moderation is slow. I am dying.
Very nice, there is no spit.
My life, edited ultracondensedly. (Nice word
)
People unclear on the concept: me.
“lol” looks like a drowning guy.
I am so very very strange.
But aren’t we all like that?
Of course we are. Silly me.
I seem to talk to myself often.
MuseBlog*: a diary that talks back**
*MuseBlog is one word!
**I mean talk back as in respond, not in any way negative
“Relax. I’m a trained professional, rememb-“
“Of course I know what I’m-”
“What does this red button do?”
“No, wait! Don’t touch that, it’ll-”
You have to guess what happened.
“Of course nothing’s going to happ-”
“Everything is all going totally fi-“
Prussianian army zeppelins crash, peasants unsurprised.
People die. Villian dies. Hero dies.
Dead thread.
Revival!
Revived!
Dead thread.
Silver beach ball beeps, causes panic.
Those music stands are quite evil.
They kept on falling on me!
*sniffs Ducky’s arm*
*adds three words*
I’m always the one left out.
*includes SWAT* There, is that better?
Do asterisks count as words? *
((that wasn’t supposed to be six words, by the way))
Thanks, you also make me smile!
He broke free.
Or:
Trigger pulled.
Don’t try suicide, nobody’s worth it.
Suicide is not always about people.
This one’s amazing, by the way.
Sometimes people ruin. Sometimes they heal.
Tried getting a life; failed miserably.
Hates when boyfriend agrees with parents.
The music surrounds them like light.
Stubborn and willful, but weak inside.
Leaves sprout overnight; spring is here.
Went dancing barefoot in the rain.
Doubt is almost worse than regret.
Simplicity conveys the most complicated emotions.
Silence has more weight than sound.
I dream to affirm my humanity.
Those are really good, Fiddler. Particularly the last eight, the philosophical ones. Though the first one is great too.
I don’t have experience with the second, so I wouldn’t know about it.
I’d forgotten how much I love this thread.
30.1 (Zinc)~ Sorry I kind of abandoned this thread, but that’s really cool! Did she?
Wait, does Zinc come around much anymore? I don’t think I’ve seen her for awhile….oh well, I’ll post this just in case.
*31.1 was the post to which I was replying.
*eats* And then there were none…
Unless you are using book names…
Please use the correct grammar rules!
“*eats* And then there was none…”
From the American Heritage Dictionary:
Besides, “and then there were none” is a standard phrase, not to mention an Agatha Christie title.
Oh, that is extremely interesting. I’m a grammar-lover, and they taught us in school that “none” is strictly singular. Somebody should bring this up to the New York Curriculum!
221.1~ Thank you!
~~~
I thought I knew you better.
Why are we still friends then?
Is it because we’ve always been?
That seems a rather poor excuse.
Don’t blink. For God’s sake, don’t.
The angels are fast. Very fast.
So fast you wouldn’t believe it.
I am so tired of stinkbugs.
They’re everywhere, and I can’t escape.
Blah. (Now insert more words here.)
226- Are you obsessed, as I am?
~~~~~~
The “beast” died in her arms.
~~~~~~
A mosquito bite, or a mountain?
Dandelions are not weeds. Only flowers.
Dear universe, You’re crazy. Love, Fern.
Dear Fern, You’re crazy. Love, Universe.
Dear Enceladus, You’re crazy. Love, Enceladus.
Fern and Luna, love from Ebeth.
Love for Ebeth, as well. ~Luna
Love for all!!!!! Love, the Bard.
Agreed.
Whoops. Um…
That is very true, I think.
Dear Luna, You too. Love Fern.
Ebeth, love to you as well.
I like these very short letters.
Dear Fern, I know. Love Luna.
Why do I get blank stares
Every time I mention my interests?
*doesn’t give Armada a blank stare*
Thanks. I guess. *is oddly depressed*
The same thing happens to me!
Last petal:
He loves me not.
Jadestone – that is an amazing story.
Thank you, glad you liked it.
Wow. That story is really fantastic.
I might have an offline friend!
Hooray!
It’s getting better all the time!
Congratulations, Ducky! What is en like?
Leaves rustled. But she was gone.
Who would believe the sad tale?
I raised my eyes. Finally peace.
The stars called. I would answer.
True love prevailed over all.
The dusty quilt only looked forgotten.
I have not tried this yet.
However, I’m above and beyond bored
I should probably get to my homework
Math problems await me; Algerbra two
If my mom finds me here:
Do not expect to see me
She has been strict with acess.
To the internet, that is… Um….
I can’t think of any more!
The above probably are the worst.
Ever…. I now shall work. Um……..
Is it possible to factor (x^2+7x+6)?
I beg for help. Please help!
Yes. It will equal (x+1)(x+6), methinks.
Are you really asking for help?
If so, the answer is (x+1)(x+6).
I see I’ve been beaten to it. What Jakob and Piggy said.
What to do, what to do.
The entire story of my life.
Dear GAPA, slow moderation. Please amend.
Hmph. She wants to see slow?
Is that a threat, Rebecca?
A
counts as a word.
(I am lacking in patience today.)
Ah, Grasshopper. Will you never learn?
Dear Rebecca, no, not really, actually.
Dear Robert, probably not. Ninjahood fail.
Announcement: Actually, never mind. Forget it.
Announcement: Draw your own conclusions. Blah.
Soyez heureux! J’ai perdu le jeu!
Typos are ovten RFrueidean. HInteresting thought.
A six-word story without using backspace.
He’d given up. So had she.
Ponderous sleep: Often produces the Opera.
Dancers Armed with the Queen’s Shark.
Wow, that makes no sense. Congratulations.
Wishes never come true at all.
What’s this big red button- BOOM.
Sometimes I still have happy dreams.
Purple alligators tried to eat mushrooms.
Don’t give up, you have friends.
I wait, but only silence comes.
Good. Look beneath the surface. Bad.
SFTDP
Cake! Hope it’s covered by insurance.
Is it too late to resign?
This isn’t the “terminate” button, right?
What’s a Dalek like?… Never mind.
Wondered what misery’s like. Know now.
Air filters were optional, right? Right?
Then quoth the red cardinal, “Evermore.”
No, that says ten minutes, not –
WHAT? You mean it’s going to-
Yoho, yoho, a GAPA’s life for–
Stripes make me very dizzy-WHEE~
What the cake did you say!?!!?!?
TO INFINITY, AND BEYOND *flies* *fails*
See? I CAN eat my toe!
No. No you cannot have that-
Why are you touching my hair?!?!
OH NO! Whatever shall I do?
I still can’t live without you.
Oh. I didn’t see you there.
WHAT?!?! The car is standing on-
Hello. This day couldn’t be any-
Thought I saw you. Didn’t. Cried.
You said my name. Great day.
You love him?
I hate him.
Here’s my attempt at curing boredom:
• What does that one do? Oh.
• For sale: prom dress, one stain.
• “Are you sure?”
“Of course not!”
Why’d you get a second chance?
(‘Tis better as a seven-word story. But whatever.)
Is it insane to do this?
Of course, we’re all mad here.
I want to pie someone now!
Gack, why was I so happy?
Police car plus hearse equals death.
Do you suppose it was violent?
I wish we had more time.
If I may quote Neil Sedaka, “Breakin’ up is hard to do.”
((I don’t know why that song just popped into my head. But it’s a six-word story.))
A thought, an obsession, and dismissal.
Cold winds blow; summer is gone.
Creaking timbers and drowsy shipmates; nightwatch.
Nothing to do, do it anyway.
Lonely? Hit the refresh button again.
I like the last one. I think we all can relate to it, whether it be on MB, or FB, or wherever else everyone goes on the internet.
You can’t see me. Nobody can.
262- You don’t know me. Nobody does.
Here I am, wishing you cared.
Whee! Going on homicidal rampage again!
“You think you’re doing some damage?
Two plus two is fwshhSHHHshhhhSHHHshh ten.”
“I see you! *gun shots* Gotcha!”
“For instance, the floor here will
kill you. Try to avoid it.”
Your turn, Sceptile! Use Leaf Blade!
Um, I think I’ll stop now.
It had to end, didn’t it?
Of course, true happiness never lasts
But it’s not always gone forever.
But–it can’t be–she’s twins?
Or possibly a Chimera? Radiolab, no?
The dog with the bone barks.
We think dead thing are beautiful.
Six-word stories are six words.
A rainbow is made of gradients.
——
A conversation in six-word sentences:
She kept trying expensive clothes on!
She bought plenty of them, then?
She bought nothing and wore leaves.
That girl is so crazily wild…
She is in tune with nature?
Maybe. Let’s go climb a tree!
You are ruining the point here!
Forget you-I’m just so busy~
——
I think I need to stop.
(But rainbows really are big gradients~)
Read “Buttercup Festival”, a pertinent webcomic.
I read far too many webcomics. I forget too many of them. There’s no space for new ones…
This one’s only updated every two weeks or so. It’s different from any other webcomic I’ve read. It’s worth it, a thousand times over.
I highly recommend–from series II–numbers 15, 54-56, and 62. And the rest.
“Your head is dead,” said Fred.
Her hand goes cold in mine.
The men came with their pitchforks.
Can’t let them see me cry.
Can’t let them see my emotions.
Have to hide what I feel.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lie, and they might accept you.
Tell, and be made an outcast.
Those are the options we have.
They also like the nervous system
So are the zombies coming soon?
They’ve already arrived, can’t you see them?
No…but I can hear them.
Will tinfoil hats protect my brains?
____
Also: Your seven word story. Mistake?
Yes, a very big huge mistake.
Edit:
The’ve already arrived, they’re right there!
Tinfoil hats? For paranoids. (They work.)
I think they are behind you.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple.
Rainbows almost always make me happy.
I have a feeling of foreboding.
You turned off the stove, right?
SPOILERLORDOFTHERINGSSPOILERICAN”TBELIEVEYOUHAVEN”TREADITSPOILERSPOILERSPOILER
Frodo took the ring to Mordor.
One shout will summon the Marines.
I’m convincing people that I’m crazy,
one little quirk at a time.
“Only your friends steal your books.”
-French philosopher Voltaire
Friends talk to you at lunch.
Best friends covertly steal your fries.
Do not eat the yellow snow.
WARNING: Having a homicidal maniac moment.
“And, believe me, I am STILL ALIVE.”
-GLaDOS
Cold air whispered across her face.
The window was hanging wide open.
Quietly, she stepped into the dream.
I like your story. Very descriptive.
i knew what was happening then
but i did not do anything
so then and there i died
and the bad guys took over
then i came back to life
and made the world good again.
the end the end the begining
Oops… we can fix that, right?
Yes, I’m sure I checked the –
Which can be posted on this or the haiku thread:
Unforgiving winds
Thoughts fluctuating along
Serendipity
A loud bang- another life taken.
Only an idiot would do that.
Oh, it was like that before.
Er, which wire should I clip?
From The Naked Gun:
They’re not clapping for you, Frank.
The saddest stories are true ones.
Here’s a few that I know.
A leak. A flash. Eternal wasteland.
A note on Microsoft Paint: “Goodbye.”
Vulture. Child. A Pulitzer Prize. Suicide.
Draft. Train. War. Rain. Brothers. Gone.
Goodbye, my friends. Look after yourselves.
An egg sac borne across plains.
A breath, a whisper: “Goodbye, friends.”
Does anyone else count syllables here?
All the time. I’ll read a six-word story and say to myself, “No, that was definitely nine wor–oh wait ‘eternal’ is one word with three syllables.”
Or was your post in and of itself a story?
alas, it was all for naught.
A tripod – crash! – an orthopedic shoe.
“You know I’m clinically insane, right?”
Sometimes hope can never be enough.
And sometimes hope’s all you need.
Donate your organs for my food
two words
and now four words
…And they never found a body.
Twilight fan meets vampires. Sparkles? Nope!
And you thought I was joking.
…But he tasted so good!
I didn’t mean to do it.
It all goes downhill from here.
What? That wasn’t supposed to happen!
I just don’t know anything anymore.
*tries to string into story plot*
That’s one cake of a story.
“West.”
“But we had an agreement!”
Diplomas. Hats tossed. High school over.
Congratulations, FantasyFan! Hope it went well!
I–er. There may be a small misunderstanding here. My story, was not meant to be taken as something that had happened in my life recently…especially given that I actually graduated last year.
Oh lord this is embarrassing. And I can’t even fit all this into 6 words.
What if he hadn’t said mokusatsu?
Unlikely!
In chronological order?
This story:
But his parents weren’t there either.
A rope instead of her arms.
Her morals or her brother’s life?
It was reasonable to choose happiness.
Trees live while humans kill themselves.
He became allergic to banana peels.
Only the wind heard him now.
I admit, this one is meh if you don’t have the backstory. So, the backstory, in twelve words:
He sang lullabies to his daughter. Now she, like mother, is dead.
Just a story that’s been floating around my mind for a couple weeks. I wish you all could hear and see it.
Parents’ computers run Portal, are off-limits.
(I know I was cheating there…)
I didn’t do it on purpose!
What’s that thing in the lake?
A mushroom cloud, now barren hills
My sisters can not be cheerful.
I am trying my best; failing.
Help help help help help
Fullmetal Alchemist in six-word clusters (may include spoilers):
Arm, leg, and body now gone.
Human transmutation still their ultimate goal.
Just about everyone can betray you.
I wuv you, Big Big Brudder!
OH CAKE NO SHE DIED *cries*
Don’t you EVER call Ed short.
At least, that’s what I’ve deciphered so far. I’m not very far in.
A seriously skin-and-bones summary of my currently unnamed story:
Twins defeat the evil enchanter Cyrrus
I had a dream last night
That I was in a contest
For writing a six-word story
Mine was blue, and about chickens.
Somehow it mysteriously won first prize.
Scrub my hands. There, blood’s gone.
I thought he was special, too.
Bad saxophone! Yay, blood! And garlic!
There’s nothing left for us here.
The earth. Boom! Explosions are fun.
Saxophone: reminds me of sad ending.
Reference to the Garlic Vampire Wars?
Bad saxophone broke my mom’s watch.
“I have a firm grip on
reality. Now I can strangle it.”
-A quote I once saw online
The glimmer of a fleeting shadow.
A streak of darkness against the
black of the background of secrets.
Disguise and deciet? Oh, what fun!
Covert operations are never very dull.
New challenge: 6 word story haikus.
Maddeningly hard.
Polysyllabic words help
Considerably.
Six-word haikus must
be horrifically ses-
quipedalian.
Been there, done that. In this thread, no less.
All right, I’ll do one about my morning so far:
Economics class
Simple representations
Of unemployment
Should I go to bed? Never!
In which I attempt Homestuck summaries:
Meteor headed for home. Teleport away.
Gain your powers. Make a universe.
Chess motifs look strange with clowns.
Exiles rebuild ravaged homeworld. Kind of.
Trolls from another universe make ours.
Omnipotent enemies teleport. It keeps happening!!!
Pages and pages of troll romance.
All the strangness. All of it.
Omnipotent pet? Good dog, best friend.
Eldritchian horrors appear as kids show.
Kids play game. Universe gets cancer.
I WARNED YOU ABOUT STAIRS. BRO
Ascend/Descend/Enter in the Medium.
~~~~~~
You probably think I was not
Talking about one piece of fiction
It’s all the same work, yeah.
Act Five. Three weeks. Fans flip.
We hope: End Act = Minds Blown.
Computer completely, totally, annoyingly, irrevocably slow.
New antivirus software helps lots- yeah, right.
Meat tenderizer, central processing unit, ect.
Etc.: et cetera. (“And the rest”.)
Cake. I shall blame my computer.
GAPAs, do you think we could have a second installment of this thread? I think it would be pretty popular.
I second Piggy’s idea. It’s good.
One new thread, coming right up.