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.
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
"That's just a pet rock, isn't it?" she asked. "Of course not. It's a sidekick," he answered, hurt. That did seem to jive with the homemade costume he was wearing. Undeterred, he turned and bashed the rock into the face of one of the attackers.