Recently in Wired, I read about something called six word stories. These are stories that contain only six words, and they're a lot of fun to read. After reading that, I saw Brendan mention them and I figured I too must get in on this trend. Following are a few six word stories that I created this evening:
"Martha, these are NOT monkey brains!"
Christmas Eve: Santa finds dead elves.
Knock knock. Who's there? Angry robots!
Wanted: telegenic leprechaun with strong chin.
Toaster feuds with bread; breakfast ruined.
Invented time machine, accidentally married Hitler.
Large footprints in driveway. Sasquatch lurks?
Okay, that's about all I've got on this subject. Those are surprisingly difficult to write, much harder than haikus.
I would like to note that my mom called me this morning at work to ask me if I knew bookie. Why did she need a bookie? She wanted to bet that Emmitt Smith would win Dancing with the Stars. I think this is a great sign for society.
Posted by Cody at November 14, 2006 9:13 PMWhy are women such reality tv junkies? Don't they get enough b-list celebrity BS in US Weekly and Star?
Posted by: Frito at November 14, 2006 9:22 PMUh, I just have to say that at dinner last night, Cody was the only one who could see the tv. He was hooked on dancing with the stars in just one viewing! Don't be hating on the women.
Posted by: Trucky at November 15, 2006 6:39 AM