That wasn't what I had in mind, but it's still true, I suppose.

It's true!

He was awful at playing checkers.

My phone was dead. Oh no.

Murderers are rarely your best friend.

The shadows began to consume me.

Sometimes...When you're the Sheriff...You gotta take matters into your own hands.

They fell. But we didn't listen.

Footsteps. Silence. Then something grabbed her.

The pen? Empty. The paper? Blank.

Smiling sadistically, he set it aflame.

Her frantic message was suddenly interrupted.

Not too many...But a few!

I like this one.

He smiled: the mask had slipped.

Her eyes were her soul's window.

His hands: broken, bleeding... but beautiful.

The princess turned into a Cinderella.

Her joy kept the candle lit.

His heart ached for her pain.

Thank ye.

These were good! Thou needst to post more Hemingways.

We were vanquished. Was hope lost?

My faithful friend had been murdered.

Finally - victory! But at what cost?

He sighed. Then he finally jumped.

Who would have ever suspected...him?

Watch out for spiders. They bite.

Snakes sometimes attack from the trees.

You're good at these, Twin. I've only managed to summarize my own stories into Hemingways so far, not make any new ones.

I'm afraid I've run out of hemmingways for the time being.
Great hemmingways everyone! Keep it up!

Thank ye. Thou shouldst sitteth down someday and just trieth to writeth some on here!

Not that! Not that!!!

I could hear her wordless cries.

Why did he hate me? Why?

The valleys all smelled of death.

Smiling goblins aren't often your friends.

Never, ever, ever listen to gargoyles.

Smiling, slithering, salivating snakes, shockingly sanguisugent.

Alas! Would that I had more.

Hmm... Y'all are making me wanna write Hemingways... * takes out pen and paper *

What if the darkness brings light?

Her smile covered a dark secret.

The river wasn't made of water.

Sleep merely brought more frightful dreams.

Our story shall begin with death.

Ye are welcome. Wow, your new ones are awesome too.

Well, if you insist...

The end came before the beginning.

The murder weapon was a microscope.

Nobody knew who their president was.

His story of kidnapping wasn't believed.

The snake stared without biting her.

The empty hypo lay in his hand.

How am I doing? Bethy, yours are really nice.

Love this one!

Those were great, Grace! I especially like the second one.

The ring was the wrong fit.

He found that which was missing.

His grief: her soul eternally lost.

He saw that life was smoke.

Lots of good six word stories.

Here is a story by me:

He didn’t know his own secret.

Highly intriguing.

Good work, Elanhil!

Me like!

Those are EXCELLENT! Keep them up!

Great ones, Tumbly!

That one is good.

The judge laughed at her calamity.

The old Indian was not daunted.

As I died, she was revived.

His twisted heart loved his vileness.

He aimed. He missed. I fired.

She normally wasn't afraid of cats.

She woke up in the sewers.

Alas, alas! For more, for more! Oh well. Just a few for now.

Thank you, BushMaid and Crush.


That one could be interesting, depending on why she has a reason to be afraid of cats now.

That's Jonathan for you. We spout them left and right and he comes in with a single one that blows all ours away.


Thanks Twin! You are excellent yourself.

And thanks, Bushy -- your ring one was my favorite!

And now for... ahh! Ahhh! AHHHHHHH!

*computer blows into pieces, CPU in one direction, hard drive in another, and keys fly every which way*

(due to an unfortunate accident, Aniese may not return for some time. She leaves you with one last Hemingway)

His story destroyed her beloved computer.

Inside joke. Carry on everyone.

Thank you, Aniese.

Maybe you'll see someday.



I had to outrun his horse.

My obituary was very nicely done.

I laughed. Then I just jumped.

The ghost held my father's sword.

I could probably do more, but there's a few for now.

Likey.

The cell phone stopped mid ring.

The yarn dangled from the ceiling.

Did you know Josephine Daniel Jr.?

Okay, that one's just weird...

Here's a five word one, 'cause I couldn't think of anything to add to it that would be only one word:

September twenty second never came

Maybe "September THE twenty second never came"

Ha! Good idea, Laura. Why didn't I think of that?

These are so good. *tries some creepy ones for a change...*

I was planning my own funeral.

He was buried before his time.

Shaking hands with death: bargain sealed.

It appeared beneath a full moon.

He opened his soul to darkness.

The dead man's coffin was empty.

Nice Bushy! Those are good. Here are a few I recently came up with:

His heart beat along with God's.

His disconnection vanished in that moment.

He made it to ninety years.

"Why do I keep eating cheeseburgers?" (This one was a little more funny. I'm quoting a friend here. )

Don't fight. I've tried. It failed.

Thanks. Jonathan has a similar one (he hasn't posted it), so my subconscious may have copied it...

You're doing very well! Keep it up.

Those are good.

Great ones, Nemo!

Now...let's see what we can do...

Hide-and-seek just got deadly.

Trick-or-treating - a psychopath's paradise.

The illustrious watchmaker was finally dead.

The castle, they said, was haunted.

A lonely gunslinger breathed his last.

He couldn't believe my heroic insanity.

Hemingway inspiration is not high tonight.

Bad subconscious!

My sister made up one based on a famous episode of a sci-fi TV show:

To Serve Man was a cookbook.

Time stood still. I did not.

I read into the wee hours.

What! You really burned it again?

Little comfort to a dying man!

What was that? You hate me?

Snow fell. Snow fell. Snow fell.

That one has some interesting possibilities.


That's a good one.

That one's cool!
::Tries to think of some::

The answer was in the library.

So I tried every book; empty.

But wait! I have missed one!

The cover falls open; I look.

More than I wanted to know.

Now I knew. War was waiting.

The book goes where it belongs.

But I'm sent where I'm not.

I never wanted to go to war.

So much six word story awesomeness... * loves this thread *

* attempts to add some stories to said loved thread *

It was not just a song.

One life; one death; one second.

There's more to what she saw.

One second. But it changed eternity.

Eyes of horror; souls of hate.

The theological implications were shockingly perplexing...

The seemingly-harmless drink was deadly.

Drops of poison, end of life.

I'm sorry, both were slightly morbid. (Oops, another Hemingway there. )

Enjoy!

He found it on every page.

Orange Cat? How cute! No! Bomb! (Just a random one there. )

"Music stand sweepstakes!" the DJ announced.

"He's down where?!?" "That street." "No!"

One life gone, one life new.

His naps turned deadly that day.

"Roller coasters are not my thing!" "Suuuurrre."

They both danced and talked away.

"What happens to one who rejects?"

"Create something! Creativity is good!" "Yes!"

Great Hemingways, friends (just a note, though, Captain Scrumptious - one of your Hemingways is seven words long)!

The noose tightened around my neck (has this one been done? Apologies if I copied someone's...).

A door opened. Snakes came out.

I had to ignore the candy.

The jack-o'-lantern started talking.

My ATV was totaled. Completely totaled.

He had to take her. Somehow.

A dart glided past my face.

The natives were very excitable chaps.

A shipwreck. An island. How original.

The captain sneered, holding her tightly.

I had to kill him. Immediately.

Inspiration seemed pretty high ton...I mean, this morning. Yeah. This morning.

That was fun! Hope you enjoy reading them as much as I did writing them.

Nice.

Ah, sorry. I miscounted. I thought it was 6. Thanks for pointing that out!

Thanks!

You're welcome. I seem to recall that I did the opposite one time - one too few instead of one too many.

Let's see...

I was so sick of everything.

The king never saw it coming.

The voodoo ritual was horrifyingly chilling.

The clock's tick, our funeral march.

The drums stopped. Then they came.

Our friend wouldn't last the night.

The song came alive once more.

Here's a couple ( ) :

His success was a failure.

The sheep followed, the goats strayed.

The army's weapon was a stick.

Oh dear. He has a gun.

He sliced himself. Cut - infection - death.

The frypan was a great defence!

She trusted him: a horrible decision.

Lost again... never to be found.

His mercy was all she needed.

Jumping off high cliffs hurt - alot.

Nice.

Those are EXCELLENT, Dairy! I think I especially like this one: She trusted him: a horrible decision.

Keep it up! Those were great.

In the shadows, the madman waited.

The voices overcame him. He cracked.

Forgiveness: something my cousin didn't deserve (;)).

Traitors everywhere fell by his sword.

More to come tonight (hopefully)...Just don't feel like anymore at the moment.

So...more need people to post.

Thanks, Crush. That one reminded me of Tangled when Rapunzel said she trusted Flynn.



I like this one.

Thanks, Jonathan

I posted my most recent six word story on my blog, in a picture:

http://jonathangarner.blogspot.com/2011 ... ecret.html

I likes.

Trust shattered, confidence crushed, friendship destroyed.

Betrayal was in his knife's point.

Guilt was a ball and chain.

A heart broken leaving shattered dreams.

The mirror revealed more than appearances.

Those are great, Bush!

I like your photo hemmingway, Jonathan.

The book held many unknown secrets.

HolyWorlds. Is. Awesome. End of story.

His thoughts of death were terrifying.

Stars before his eyes - then blackness.

Those weren't that great.

Thank you, BushMaid and DairyMaid.


That is true. End of story.

*laughs* Bravo! I think that's your best yet! HW be the place about stories that happens to end it's own with one word.

Thanks, Jonathan and Bush!

Thank you. It's kind of a really short description of a western short story I have.

Excellent.

Me like.

Hmm...Can Holy Worlds be one word?

Parks - the perfect place for murder.

I'd never killed a grizzly before.

In this town, dissension was deadly.

Laughing wickedly, he left her, helpless.

The train was coming. He smiled.

Stuck, in a rattlesnake-filled mine.

The cave-in saved our lives.

I want to write more, and probably could, but there's a few for now.

I don't know... can it?



Scary.

That one sounds like Jonathan's poem.

I like this one

eru