(glove slap, baby glove slap...)The Tiny Dynamo and I are relocating our Secret Headquarters this week. This involves a lot of stumbling around, trying to figure out which box I put my pants in.
In a situation like this, there's only one thing to be done: leave town for a couple days. Yup, we'll be enjoying warm and sunny Akaroa, swimming with dolphins and eating at C'est La Vie. Oh yeah...
Perhaps when I come back, I'll be able to find my pants...
While I leave the internet unattended, I throw down a gauntlet:
Write me a story.
A short story. How short? Really short. Really, really, *really* short: six words.
We've all heard Hemingway's six word story. "For sale: baby shoes, never used."
Or, there're some mighty fine ones up over at Wired. I've even gone ahead and whipped up a couple of my own...
"Love me?"
"Yes..."
BLAM
"Too bad."
Or...
Her lips: soft.
Her head: severed.
I know what you're thinking, and I agree: you can write better than that. So get going, I wanna see your shorts!
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Have a great time!
My six times six words here:
http://szelsofa.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-six-words.html
I'm thinking. It might be a while.
(Uh, that's not my story. I'm actually trying to think of one. I'll get back to you).
You are a sick man. But I like that. As for my story:
Satan wants love. Glad I'm ugly.
Three stories from me.
Splash.
On the rooftop Fideaux howls.
Ripped open, I scream
joyfully. Twins.
"Mother, a successful hunt!"
"Dearest Grendel!"
Swimming with dolphins??? You lucky b@st@rd! Enjoy. :)
Oh, Steve--so creative. I'm charmed!
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