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brevity is the soul of wit.

I saw on another blog that Wired magazine enlisted 38 writers and designers to write short-short-short stories...like in six words. A friend had me pulling my hair out a few years ago with this exercise, since, as you all are very aware, I can go on and on and on. Still, it's kinda cool, and helps me hone my skills as a headline writer.

Hemingway's briefest is a famous one: For sale: baby shoes, never worn.
Another good one, by William Shatner of all people: Failed SAT. Lost scholarship. Invented rocket.
Margaret Atwood's contribution: Starlet sex scandal. Giant squid involved.

Here are a few I came up with, some good, some, well, not so much:
I loved him. Now I don't.
Cat's gone. Should've shut the window.
Writer's block. Brain hurts. Need drink.
Fame? Prestige? Wealth? Nope: Newspaper career.

I know you guys are way funnier (and more imaginative) than me. So HAVE AT IT!

Comments

Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Shit.

And nobody missed George W. Bush.

"'That was,' he said, 'the story.'"

"Is that you?" She asked. "No."

so. yeah. no one else tried to do this. how boring!

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