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18 May 2007

One Sentence. Anyone want to write stories that are only one sentence long?
After that third game of "Rock, Paper, Scissors", he gathered up what was left of his belongings and took the earliest bus home.
posted by seanyboy 18 May | 10:00
As I am somewhat absent minded, I keep a to-do list, the last entry of which is "make to-do list".
posted by mischief 18 May | 10:32
He went in search of her, and finally found her in the arms of another man, naked under his flesh.
posted by hadjiboy 18 May | 10:41
He found his keys in the last place he looked for them.
posted by trondant 18 May | 10:46
My favorite's always been Larry Niven's short story "Unfinished #8":

There are some things man was never meant to know.
posted by PaxDigita 18 May | 10:50
His dream, cherished since early childhood, of fashioning the perfect story using only two sentences, was abruptly truncated by the falling Bösendorfer Model 290 grand piano.
posted by misteraitch 18 May | 10:52
She laughed at the strangeness of it all as her skull collapsed in the weight of his jaws and her ears filled with the sound of crunching.
posted by Mrs.Pants 18 May | 10:56
"Hold still, Dad," Rosie says, and I try to, but it’s not easy because frankly I don’t like that she’s got scissors so close to my ears-- they may stick out some, but I’m attached to them and I’d prefer to keep it that way; it's just too damn bad for me and my ears that I don't try hard enough.
posted by dersins 18 May | 11:08
His new flat ended up being directly above a bakery and now his hair always smells faintly of vanilla.
posted by iconomy 18 May | 11:11
As she sat staring at the clouds and birds drifting by she realized it didn't matter, everything was going to be OK.
posted by LunaticFringe 18 May | 11:17
aww iconomy i love yours!
posted by Mrs.Pants 18 May | 11:27
It wasn't until after the ship had drifted out of sight, past the frame of his open door, beneath the horizon, that his face--devoid of emotion save for the single tear which had made a wild escape down his cheek, leaping off his chin and into the earthen floor--gradually took on the old, forgotten form of a smile; he was alone at last.
posted by CitrusFreak12 18 May | 11:44
There were no bullets left, dammit.
posted by Divine_Wino 18 May | 11:50
It was almost midnight on Christmas and I was at a party kissing a girl I just met when my phone rang; it was Anna, and I ignored it.
posted by dersins 18 May | 11:54
"By God, I will cook and eat every single one of these chickens Mary and there isn't a solitary thing you can do about it."
posted by Divine_Wino 18 May | 12:03
She watched the car drive off and turn the corner, wiped her lipstick onto a tea towel, and let it fall to the floor.
posted by kellydamnit 18 May | 12:06
The good news was, by that point, an endless abyss of frozen oblivion was starting to look pretty good to him.
posted by Divine_Wino 18 May | 12:09
"...and then, and then, and then, and then ..." and then the young man with the stutter died, his final words a reflection of his life.
posted by mischief 18 May | 12:12
Awesome Mischief!
posted by Divine_Wino 18 May | 12:13
The Tsar himself invited me to Prince Ivanushka and Princess Vasilisa's nuptial feast where I drank beer and mead, though none of it touched my lips, for it all ran down my beard; my throat was dry but my soul was drunk.
posted by Hugh Janus 18 May | 12:27
That rooster fucked the town drunk last week.
posted by Hugh Janus 18 May | 12:53
"Where the hell's that damn Godot?"
posted by essexjan 18 May | 13:11
I sat at the keyboard and realized I had nothing to say and that I would not be able to participate in the one sentence story thread.
posted by arse_hat 18 May | 13:16
I dreamed I was supposed to meet seanyboy, but was told he had died--suddenly he was there, beardless green-eyed and dark but with the same cashmere voice...he confirmed he was dead and held me.
posted by brujita 18 May | 13:45
I should have known better than to go to work for a convicted felon.
posted by philomathoholic 18 May | 14:20
After gently explaining to Paul Weller for the third time why I couldn't run off to England with him, I went to the Frolic Room and ordered a double.
posted by scody 18 May | 15:59
Fortunately for Marvin and Latoya, generic cipro was on the $4 prescription list at Walmart; only in America are broadband antibiotics cheaper than high end chocolate, and romance still the stuff of popular culture legend, driving both big box profits and consumer satisfaction.

*inspired by a glimpsed real life vignette, from earlier today.
posted by paulsc 18 May | 16:21
With one cold, withering look, she turned on her sleek, patent leather heels, crushed his cigarette with her stiletto, and stalked proudly into deepening sunset.
posted by redvixen 18 May | 20:13
He touched her hair, wiped the tear from her cheek and, with a sigh, turned away and left the room.
posted by deborah 18 May | 23:27
He heard the metal screeching as he walked home under the trains, quite certain that the Big Dipper was stalking him.
posted by richat 19 May | 00:18
Yeah, so I sucker-punched him cos I saw him moving in on you.
posted by richat 19 May | 00:21
It's been said that to dream of death will result in one's own demise; that night, however, Death dreamed of me.
posted by rob511 19 May | 04:49
I'm sure a lot of you are familiar with this one. Allegedly written by Hemingway to settle a bar bet, "For sale: baby shoes, never worn."

The punctuation on that might be crap, I don't know what it's really supposed to be.
posted by bilabial 19 May | 06:29
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