The Six-Word Novel

Reading an article in The New Yorker today, I came across this:

Ernest Hemingway had once boasted that he could write a novel that was only six words long. Asked to prove it, He took a napkin and wrote, "For sale: baby shoes, never worn."

Brilliant. I'm no Hemingway, but here are some novels I knocked out tonight:

   
    Later she wept, hiding a smile.

    She would never play again. Never.

    Toothache fading, he was still furious.

    And then: Red shoes, silence, snow.

    Waiting for Sasha to gorgeously fall.

    Dance over, he openly held her.

    By the pool - Franny's bloody pawprints.

    I loved him, but never correctly.

Comments

[margaret]

I would definitely read, "She would never play again. Never."...so very dramatic!

[Paddy Boyt]

i've got a 9 word novel for you:

He uttered the word "coincidink". Then it was over.