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.
"It will be better when you're gone," someone shouted at the old man. What could he do? He was a boy when the old regime came to power. Now he was a last, broken down partisan crying in front of a broken statue. If you dig these, I’d invite you to check outmy weekly newsletter.
He scratched the fifth name off the list. Burying his head in his hands, he allowed himself to weep for two minutes. Even his beloved mahogany-lined study offered him no comfort. He would never be a proper pornographer with names like these. If you're curious, I wrote five names. If you highlight the numbers below, you can read 'em. 1. Lord Reginald Bottomsly 2. Llewellyn Longfellow 3. Peter Petersmith 4. The First Earl of Henley on Balls 5. Cecil Sexworth If you dig these, I’d invite you to check outmy weekly newsletter.
They bought a house. Inside was a black market audio cassette recording of the "Dirty Dancing" soundtrack. It was a trap. They were never seen again. If you dig these, I’d invite you to check out my weekly newsletter.
For the purposes of this story, please assume the world is down to its last ChapStick (cherry). Further, please allow that this occurred due to a complex interplay of societal and economic conditions. In this scenario, world leaders and billionaires haggle over who would own this ChapStick and how. Bart - a security guard - renders this discussion moot after using the aforementioned salve on his lips after a day in the dry air of the vault. If you dig these, I’d invite you to check out my weekly newsletter.
The cardboard cube was waiting on her step when she got home. Opening it, she paused to pop, pop, pop some of the layered bubble wrapping. She breathed deep, savouring the contents - ethically-sourced, small batch hope. Closing the box to trap the remaining sentiment, she wondered if she'd be able to afford market rate for hope once her free trial ended. If you dig these, I’d invite you to check out my weekly newsletter.
The World Famous Actor was 78, which she thought of as old but not dead. Her appearance in The Academy's annual "Those we've lost" tribute segment came as quite a surprise - a shock even. But, The Academy refused to admit their mistake, so she was dead. Eventually, everyone came to believe it was so, so it was so.
"The debit machine didn't even have tap," he whispered through his death rattle. "What'd he say?" the lawyer asked? "Rosebud," said the dead man's mother. "He said, 'Rosebud'." If you like this, check out my weekly newsletter.
It was an old fashioned time clock; punch in, punch out. She took the paper slip with her name on it and punched once. The hole that appeared in the floor took her quite by surprise. When next she saw sunlight, she was in a charming A-frame cottage next to a lake she'd never seen before. If you like this story, I'd invite you to sign up for my weekly newsletter.
Both things were meant to last forever: the cold grey November and the rain that came with it. That was the way the warlock - Slash - wove his sorcery. This would be the world now. This would be Axl Rose's revenge. If you liked this story, check out my weekly newsletter.
Way out west, there's a stretch of desert where a billionaire will eventually plant a thousand thousand solar panels. Today, it's just dry, cracked dirt populated by some scattered lizards and scorpions. Somewhere out there is an old man who lives in cave during the day and only comes out at night. He scavenges the bleached bones of men and horses for a house he hopes to build. If you liked this story, check out my weekly newsletter.
I saw Starship Troopers, shortly after it was released in November 1997, at the movie house in my hometown. This was before they split the big room into two, bringing the total screens to three. A girl we knew was devastated that - even though it had played prominently in the trailers - the song, "Song 2" by Blur was not in the movie. This story is completely true as I remember it. If you like this story, check out my weekly newsletter.
He rubbed the silver coin between his thumb and forefinger. One of the last of thirty, the man who gave it to him promised it would confer luck...at a price. Running his hand along the wall, he felt a click as a small bag of gems slid out from behind a secret panel. Another black line appeared on his arm. If you like this story, get more stories and other stuff in my weekly newsletter.
Her voice was sweet and French. Behind it, the music dashed along uptempo and filled with joy. He understood not one word she sang but he loved it and he loved her too. The lyrics - of course - were vicious old screed. If you liked this, maybe sign up for my weekly newsletter.