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One of the most famous examples is a tale of only six words in the format of a classified advertisement that according to legend was crafted by Ernest Hemingway as part of a bet:

For Sale, Baby Shoes, Never Worn

What have you got, FS?

Parachute for sale
Used
Never opened

I laughed then felt bad then laughed again.

lmfao

Felt hungry. Opened fridge. No food.

I'm a fuckin artist, yo

I used to do these all the time whenever I hit writer's block. Here are a few;

Killed Sam. Framed Tom. FBI clueless.
Two down. Eight toes left. Snip.
The Mafia answered. I never called.
The visions came. Another quest. Crap.

I hate that story. Just from overexposure.

That's seven words.

Re: Six word tragedy.

(Anonymous) - 2013-08-06 01:10 (UTC) - Expand

anonymouslyyours - 2013-08-06 01:14 (UTC) - Expand

Alone at home, internet is down.

Nooooooo!

(Anonymous) - 2013-08-06 00:05 (UTC) - Expand

(Anonymous) - 2013-08-06 01:44 (UTC) - Expand

Laid off. Went back to retail.

(Anonymous) - 2013-08-06 00:11 (UTC) - Expand

Waking up, everything beautiful was gone.

dethtoll - 2013-08-06 00:03 (UTC) - Expand

anonymouslyyours - 2013-08-06 00:05 (UTC) - Expand

(Anonymous) - 2013-08-06 00:15 (UTC) - Expand

anonymouslyyours - 2013-08-06 00:16 (UTC) - Expand

Everyone is dead. The doorbell rings.

anonymouslyyours - 2013-08-06 00:08 (UTC) - Expand

Still me. Who am I?

/5 words. Suck it Hemingway.

The books... All the books... burning.

(Anonymous) - 2013-08-06 00:55 (UTC) - Expand

I can still hear her screams.

Balls itch... I have no hands.

(Anonymous) - 2013-08-06 00:18 (UTC) - Expand

Just like chicken. Mmmmm Babies.

Newborn sister. Animal allergies. Kill shelter.

Too late; my cereal got soggy.

(Anonymous) - 2013-08-06 02:49 (UTC) - Expand

Family ties don't always bind ambition.

Marriage when you return. You didn't.

(FFFFFFF I wanted to say, "We'll marry when you return. You didn't." But it's seven woooorrrddddsss.)

Gone. The last slice of pizza.

World keeps changing. I can't anymore.

For sale cheap! Bradbury books (signed!)