Supposedly, Hemingway once wrote a story in six words: "For sale: baby shoes, never worn." I'm no Hemingway, but I dig the idea of ultra-short stories.
I write them from time to time. You might like some. You can find me on Twitter at @dcwllms.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
574. Wanted posters Part 2
"Bring me the head of the Masked Driver!" he screamed as he paced in front of his henchmen.
Nine, wait eleven, of his soldiers were dead.
Each had been killed by a masked man driving a Plymouth with no license plates.
This could not stand.
