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.
Friday, April 11, 2014
831. The village and the volcano
Crust and mantle had pushed its way up through the water. The villagers gathered on the beach to investigate. Overnight, a mountain grew up in their midst. The mountain smoked ominously.