Saturday, December 15, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
A New Exercise
I've had this idea for awhile: write a 6-word short story from a photograph. You know, find a story in the image and tell it.
So here we go. This is a photograph I saw this afternoon in a gallery of Thanksgiving photos at Slate.com. This image was shot by Erich Hartmann in New York City, in 1961, during a Thanksgiving dinner at a homeless shelter. I'm going to try to write a story (in the "comments" section) inspired by the photograph, but I'm not kidding myself here: this image needs no words to tell the story; the photographer has already said all there is to be said.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Six words from a neighbor
One of my roommates took a shot at constructing a few of these, and a fine job at that.
Chardonnay. Lipstick. Left passport on nightstand.
Baby Grand prodigy learns sign language.
Coke™ vendor rocks sandals at Mecca
Scratch ticket laying in the gutter.
Famous athlete is facing serious allegations
Critics are skeptical of recent developments.
Anything at all please she repeated.
Silver soldier, gelatin Normandy, buttered popcorn.
a.a. bowles
Chardonnay. Lipstick. Left passport on nightstand.
Baby Grand prodigy learns sign language.
Coke™ vendor rocks sandals at Mecca
Scratch ticket laying in the gutter.
Famous athlete is facing serious allegations
Critics are skeptical of recent developments.
Anything at all please she repeated.
Silver soldier, gelatin Normandy, buttered popcorn.
a.a. bowles
Friday, September 28, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Saturday, September 15, 2007
The First 6-Word Short Story
About a month ago, I came across a blog post about Ernest Hemingway. Specifically, about how he was once challenged to write a story in just six words. Here's what he delivered: "For sale: baby shoes, never worn." Rumor has it, Hemingway considered it his finest work. Since then, other writers have done the same. Some are OK, others are very good, but none, I think, come close to Hemingway's.
Not long after I read the story, I told a friend about it, and he shared it with a friend of his. Since then, the three of us have started writing our own. We're not kidding ourselves: Hemingway has us beat. Regardless, we think there's a lot to this form of storytelling: it's challenging, precise, and, when successful, open to so many interpretations.
So that brings us to this blog. It's simply a way for us to share our own stories and comment on each other's. If all goes well, and this blog happens to find its way to readers besides the three of us, hopefully you'll share your thoughts or, better yet, share your own story. Just remember: Six words. No more. No less.
Not long after I read the story, I told a friend about it, and he shared it with a friend of his. Since then, the three of us have started writing our own. We're not kidding ourselves: Hemingway has us beat. Regardless, we think there's a lot to this form of storytelling: it's challenging, precise, and, when successful, open to so many interpretations.
So that brings us to this blog. It's simply a way for us to share our own stories and comment on each other's. If all goes well, and this blog happens to find its way to readers besides the three of us, hopefully you'll share your thoughts or, better yet, share your own story. Just remember: Six words. No more. No less.
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