I just know this guy's entry will be too long
[Update: Bestselling author Jacquelyn Mitchard is now helping to judge this contest.]
Recently I spotted this for-sale ad on Craigslist: “Nike Triax c3 heart rate monitor and watch, used one time only.”
Which of course brought to mind Hemingway’s famous six-word story, “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”
Thinking I can’t be the only person who digs this sort of novel-in-a-nutshell, I am now herein and forthwith announcing The First Annual John Shore 10-Word Short Story Contest. The rules to this contest are as follows:
As a comment to this post, submit a story consisting of no more than 10 (ten, diez, X) words.
Submit as many stories as you like or think you can get away before other people would wish you’d stop already.
The best of the submitted short stories will be chosen by a panel of illustrious literary illuminati consisting primarily, exclusively and peremptorily of me.
The author of the mega-short story deemed the best will win an autographed and inscribed copy of the near-bestselling book I co-authored, Comma Sense: A FUNdemental Guide to Punctuation (which Lynn Truss, the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Eats, Shoots & Leaves, called “a clear, entertaining, and just plain helpful guide to the American rules of punctuation”).
More than one story may be named winner, though I’m so sure.
All stories must be submitted by midnight, September 30, 2009. Winner(s) will be announced on the morning of Friday, October 2, 2045 09
Good luck. And don’t forget the motto of The John Shore 10-Word Short Story Contest: Achieving attentiveness through anal retentiveness.
Posted by James McNeil on September 20, 2009 at 8:27 am
Secret of life discovered. Inquire within.
Posted by Barry on September 20, 2009 at 8:46 am
Jesus walked on water. Female friend criticised: “Jesus cannot swim!”
Posted by Barry on September 20, 2009 at 8:47 am
Boy did not meet girl. Happy ending was thereby assured.
Posted by Derek O'Brien on September 20, 2009 at 9:31 am
A time traveller ended up beside himself with anger.
Posted by Martin Otto Zimmann on September 20, 2009 at 9:36 am
“Kiss me,” she said. ” So he did. Onion breath. Ew.
Posted by Brian Shields on September 20, 2009 at 9:36 am
The jasmine scent disappeared when George’s fist deviated my septum.
Posted by Bruce Donaldson on September 20, 2009 at 9:40 am
Jail door swings open. Few notice. Fewer believe it.
Posted by Bruce Donaldson on September 20, 2009 at 9:41 am
Banana peel.
Posted by Bruce Donaldson on September 20, 2009 at 9:42 am
Navy seal awakened by cat burglar.
Posted by Bruce Donaldson on September 20, 2009 at 9:51 am
Blind date. Great personality.
Posted by Theresa Bernaard on September 20, 2009 at 9:51 am
Tumbling into the grave, Throkmorton heard his mom laughing. Bitch.
Posted by Thom Stevens on September 20, 2009 at 9:54 am
Extremely discreet taxidermist wanted. Must like children.
Posted by Steve Artrand on September 20, 2009 at 10:03 am
“Fire!” screamed the commandant. But, as planned, everyone “missed.”
Posted by Kimberlee on September 20, 2009 at 10:11 am
The decision was made to push the red button.
Posted by Mark Lattimore on September 20, 2009 at 10:26 am
The caged bird wouldn’t shut up. So, we ate it.
Posted by Kimberlee on September 20, 2009 at 10:32 am
The gladiator stepped into the arena. A Lion followed.
Posted by Turtle on September 20, 2009 at 10:33 am
Rear window: “United States Navy”. “Peace is possible”. Quiet laugh.
Posted by RonH on September 20, 2009 at 10:50 am
“I’ll love you forever,” he promised. And then, he did.
Posted by Loni on September 20, 2009 at 11:50 am
The next breath, is in heaven. Awe and praise begin.
Posted by Loni on September 20, 2009 at 11:55 am
Infant . . . toddler . . . teenager . . .bride . . .mama. A daddy’s princess grown up.
Posted by Loni on September 20, 2009 at 11:57 am
Foolish games kids play . . . KILLS . . . mama misses forever. MatthewsStory.Com
Posted by Gwen meacham on September 20, 2009 at 12:20 pm
The Novel I could not write
Posted by Gwen meacham on September 20, 2009 at 12:23 pm
She never knew becasue she never heard
Posted by Gwen meacham on September 20, 2009 at 12:27 pm
Black and White only made it more Gray
Posted by Dennis Dawson on September 20, 2009 at 12:30 pm
“Prison bars? They’re not Shore hard!” Rocky laughed, and ran.
* * *
I’ll never forget the day I was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s.
* * *
Mr. President, this time the soviets are not bluff-
* * *
“No antidote?”
“None.”
“How long?”
“An hour.”
“Pray with me?”
* * *
A child’s selfless act: congratulations, Charlie, the brewery is yours.
* * *
My God! Our alien hosts are fattening us for slaughter!
* * *
“Me? Marry my stuffy butler?” She ran into his arms.
Posted by Dennis Dawson on September 20, 2009 at 12:43 pm
A real pony? That pickle _was_ magic! Thanks, Miss O’Magicalnannywhoewardsgoodlittlechildrenwiththeirheartsdesire!”
Posted by John Shore on September 20, 2009 at 12:45 pm
Oh. My. God.
Posted by Barry on September 20, 2009 at 1:03 pm
God: “I’ve created Man.”
Angel: “Why?”
God: “Wanted a laugh!”
Posted by Barry on September 20, 2009 at 1:05 pm
Born.
Played.
Girls.
Work.
Marriage.
Kids.
Retired.
Died.
(Abridged biography.)
Posted by Christy on September 20, 2009 at 2:29 pm
I’m from Kansas, but I left.
Posted by onemansbeliefs on September 20, 2009 at 2:39 pm
Married the right Miss, a lifetime of wedded bliss…
Posted by onemansbeliefs on September 20, 2009 at 2:45 pm
He died and raised…
I believed and confessed…
We’re one…
Posted by Gwen meacham on September 20, 2009 at 2:55 pm
I locked the door and opened the window~ to fly.
Posted by Jerri Harrington on September 20, 2009 at 2:58 pm
The man wept in darkness. The world turned its back.
Posted by Greta Sheppard on September 20, 2009 at 3:06 pm
Happily married. Two single beds for sale. One never used.
Posted by adam on September 20, 2009 at 3:39 pm
Survived. Exotic restaurant. Ordered albatross. Horror. Joe wasn’t tossed overboard.
Posted by wickle on September 20, 2009 at 4:08 pm
Omega Thirteen might destroy the universe? Activate it now. Oops.
(Alright, that’s a throwaway. I’ll do a real one later.)
Posted by Leland on September 20, 2009 at 4:25 pm
The day began and ended with glorious chicken fried steak.
Posted by Casey on September 20, 2009 at 4:26 pm
He pulled the trigger; she died where she fell.
Posted by Leland on September 20, 2009 at 4:31 pm
Ted was on horseback, enjoying his iPod, when lightening struck.
Posted by Tracey on September 20, 2009 at 4:45 pm
Ruptured appendix while pregnant meant three months in the hospital.
Posted by Tim Talbot on September 20, 2009 at 4:50 pm
God created everything perfect. It’s going downhill. Will end sensationally!
Posted by mm on September 20, 2009 at 5:02 pm
He slipped on the ice in summer, died in winter.
Posted by mm on September 20, 2009 at 5:12 pm
TV: Sitting in a tub on the beach means sex
Posted by Julia on September 20, 2009 at 5:15 pm
Unfathomable brilliance the tapestry unfolds; endless patterns in pertual flight…
Posted by Martin T on September 20, 2009 at 5:50 pm
God creates Universe.
Man perverts it.
So – Jesus fixes it.
Posted by Martin T on September 20, 2009 at 5:51 pm
Man loses job and his faith.
No one believes him.
Posted by Martin T on September 20, 2009 at 5:51 pm
Parent loses child, parent dies of grief.
Second tragedy worse.
Posted by Martin T on September 20, 2009 at 5:52 pm
“The Shadow War is over.
We WON.”
…so Now What?
(thanks and apologies to JMS)
(quote from Epiphanies, Episode 7, Babylon 5 (Year 4))
Posted by Sarah on September 20, 2009 at 5:52 pm
Contractions start-oooooh, scared!
Ten fingers, ten toes….Mommy….amazing!
Posted by Bruce Donaldson on September 20, 2009 at 6:06 pm
Look ma! No hands!
Posted by Randy on September 20, 2009 at 6:50 pm
Child’s request: “Tell me everything.” Father’s response: “I love you.”
Posted by Latoya on September 20, 2009 at 7:40 pm
swallowed the first bite… saw half of a worm
Posted by Latoya on September 20, 2009 at 7:42 pm
He was.
Posted by Ray Wolff on September 20, 2009 at 8:17 pm
God loves me so much His Son died for me!
Posted by John Shore on September 20, 2009 at 8:24 pm
The number of extraordinary stories told so succinctly amazed him.
Posted by Nathan on September 20, 2009 at 8:36 pm
And he wept.
LOL, with words to spare!
Posted by Nathan on September 20, 2009 at 8:38 pm
For sale: baby, never worn
Posted by Casey on September 20, 2009 at 8:39 pm
Wait! Are we competing against John? Cause that’s just unfair if we are. I kinda think all un-short story entry thingies should be longer than 10 words, just so we can identify them .
Posted by Nathan on September 20, 2009 at 8:39 pm
Sometime I wish I wasn’t a dog. I hate vets.
Dog bites man. “I’m innocent,” he says.
She treated the waiter with such respect, I wanted her.
(Cryout to a quotable quote – does brown nosing earn points?)
The gunman glanced my way, “God damn, Mom. Not again!”
Posted by Sandra on September 20, 2009 at 8:42 pm
The sun beats down. No rain falls. Earth shrivels away.
Posted by John Shore on September 20, 2009 at 8:44 pm
You are not competing against me. I just wanted to chime in there to show that I was reading them–and then I thought it’d be cute if I SAID that in 10 words. But, no: If it’s from me, it doesn’t count.
Posted by Julia on September 20, 2009 at 9:20 pm
Mountains of old stand sure, Ancient Ones from long ago…
Posted by Julia on September 20, 2009 at 9:24 pm
(Correcting a typo from my earlier post):
Unfathomable brilliance the tapestry unfolds; endless patterns in perpetual flight…
Posted by Julia on September 20, 2009 at 9:26 pm
Shh.
Be still.
Be aware of the Holy….
Posted by Julia on September 20, 2009 at 9:28 pm
It’s okay. We have him now. He is going Home…
Posted by Nathan on September 20, 2009 at 10:44 pm
So, there is an upside to a nuclear holocaust.
Posted by Nathan on September 20, 2009 at 10:45 pm
The merry adventures of an amnesiatic neurologist
Posted by anita cadonau-huseby on September 20, 2009 at 11:20 pm
Lesbian trades in apron and batter for hammer and ladder.
Posted by Barry on September 21, 2009 at 2:04 am
He fought in the war. Now his country fights him.
Posted by Barry on September 21, 2009 at 2:08 am
Stereotype wanted. Only disabled Mexican lesbian Muslim radicals need apply.
Posted by Barry on September 21, 2009 at 2:13 am
Two men fell in love. Killed by fundamentalists. God’s love?
Posted by Barry on September 21, 2009 at 2:17 am
American discovers rest of world. Europe, Africa and Asia amazed!
Posted by Barry on September 21, 2009 at 2:20 am
“Don’t worry,” shouted Sergeant Evans. “Their snipers couldn’t hit a…”
Posted by Samantha on September 21, 2009 at 2:37 am
Kasparov was astonished, how did checkmate come about so soon?
Posted by Samantha on September 21, 2009 at 2:43 am
“Eat grass??” The cows scoffed. “Bring us pizza instead!”
Posted by Samantha on September 21, 2009 at 2:48 am
The cow moo’d too proud, abattoir called, hamburger now.
Posted by Samantha on September 21, 2009 at 2:53 am
A look, a kiss, I will, I do, love forever.
Posted by Samantha on September 21, 2009 at 3:28 am
Humpty sat on the wall. He fell off. Scrambled eggs!
Posted by Barry on September 21, 2009 at 3:48 am
Pig sneezes. Whole world terrified.
Posted by Rich on September 21, 2009 at 5:18 am
Having loved and lost, he questions how it’s better.
Posted by Julia on September 21, 2009 at 6:30 am
They came, they saw, they conquered, they built a mall…
Posted by melcartera on September 21, 2009 at 6:55 am
Six. Didn’t know difference between loaded and toy. Stupid dad.
Posted by Don Renaldo on September 21, 2009 at 7:26 am
And that’s when she realized her husband was gay.
Posted by Beverly H on September 21, 2009 at 8:29 am
Arms outstretched … means true love for all who believe.
Posted by MM on September 21, 2009 at 8:32 am
Her hair was like flax, his memory is fading; remorse.
Posted by Shannon on September 21, 2009 at 8:38 am
Life: Many some days until there are no days. Live!
Posted by Shannon on September 21, 2009 at 8:41 am
Life can end so quickly… enjoy chocolate while you can!
Posted by Liz on September 21, 2009 at 8:43 am
She required a head with long flowing hair.
Posted by Shannon on September 21, 2009 at 8:44 am
I shop when I’m depressed; credit card bills depress me…
Posted by Liz on September 21, 2009 at 8:45 am
Thank the Lord for the answer
Posted by Liz on September 21, 2009 at 8:46 am
John Shore sent you a message.
Posted by Stephanie on September 21, 2009 at 8:46 am
Jesus drafted in to the Army. Will it work?
Free to a good home.
Lesbians. Straight folk and Leprechauns.
Is this a bumper sticker or a book?
Jesus. The super hero.
I took off the mask at the costume party.
Posted by Shannon on September 21, 2009 at 8:47 am
Her love for him: everlasting. His love for her: conditional.
Posted by Shannon on September 21, 2009 at 8:49 am
Homespun wisdom is often where ignorance abounds.
Posted by Liz on September 21, 2009 at 8:56 am
Father: are those teeth?
Mother: He is a newborn!
Posted by SteveS on September 21, 2009 at 9:14 am
He came. He Saw. He conquered. Bored Now. He left.
Posted by SteveS on September 21, 2009 at 9:17 am
Beautiful gift, sold to enemy. broken. purchased back. repaired.
Posted by jrc on September 21, 2009 at 9:43 am
Four years later, and you’re still dead. We miss you.
Posted by Chuck Anziulewicz on September 21, 2009 at 10:37 am
It was a dark and stormy night. I stayed inside.
Posted by Casey on September 21, 2009 at 10:45 am
child darted into road; driver couldn’t stop in time.
one too many beers- never saw red light.
label said 2 every 4- 6 hours. deliberate overdose.
Posted by Vicki in NC on September 21, 2009 at 11:44 am
No, you can’t get that from a toilet seat.
Posted by Carol Rasumussen on September 21, 2009 at 11:46 am
It wasn’t a reason for living, but it would do.
Posted by wineymomma on September 21, 2009 at 12:07 pm
The Kindergarten class got a turtle. They named him Fluffy.
Posted by Sarah Childers on September 21, 2009 at 1:34 pm
He ripped the veil top to bottom. Mercy came running.
Posted by Stephanie on September 21, 2009 at 2:08 pm
He handed her the glass and said, “take and drink.”
Posted by Bruce Donaldson on September 21, 2009 at 2:59 pm
She was radiant and he had forgotten his mints.
Posted by Bruce Donaldson on September 21, 2009 at 3:04 pm
Free puppies. Unconditional love guaranteed.
Posted by Bruce Donaldson on September 21, 2009 at 3:08 pm
He embraced her. Kissed her. Buzzards gathered.
Posted by Bruce Donaldson on September 21, 2009 at 3:10 pm
The clown’s eyes betrayed his makeup.
Posted by Bruce Donaldson on September 21, 2009 at 3:16 pm
Ehhh…it’s not like it’s going to kill me.
Posted by Bruce Donaldson on September 21, 2009 at 3:18 pm
He sent her his left ear as a love token.
Posted by Randy on September 21, 2009 at 3:23 pm
Groom smiled walking down aisle. Future bright. Low maintenance wife.
Posted by Casey on September 21, 2009 at 3:44 pm
Two glasses. One has poison. choose carefully.
Posted by Tim on September 21, 2009 at 4:25 pm
Man 38 marries girl 21. Girl 38 divorces man 55.
Posted by Lisa on September 21, 2009 at 4:30 pm
She saw him take his last breath, it was breathtaking.
Posted by Tim on September 21, 2009 at 4:31 pm
The wiener was done. Forked over too many times.
Posted by Tim on September 21, 2009 at 4:39 pm
Backward diabetic was arrested for pricking his finger in public.
Posted by Tim on September 21, 2009 at 4:41 pm
Forgive me. I repent.
Posted by John Shore on September 21, 2009 at 4:53 pm
Yowzer! This has turned into a serious collection of REALLY good 10-word stories. You know, I’m thinking of putting out a call for a JUDGE or two to help me out.
Anyway. Awesome. Some of these are just golden.
Posted by Nathan on September 21, 2009 at 5:49 pm
The sign on the corpse read, “Will yodel for food”
Posted by Nathan on September 21, 2009 at 6:02 pm
The puppy was SO cute. And delicious with mint sauce.
Posted by Nathan on September 21, 2009 at 6:07 pm
Your cat, my tea cozy.
Posted by John Shore on September 21, 2009 at 6:07 pm
Okay. Now I’m afraid.
Posted by Nathan on September 21, 2009 at 6:08 pm
Trapped by the avalanche, I finally rued bringing the trombone.
Posted by Nathan on September 21, 2009 at 6:24 pm
The fortune teller was right, ducks would be my death
Posted by Nathan on September 21, 2009 at 6:25 pm
A goldfish’s memoirs, a goldfish’s memoirs, a goldfish’s memoirs, a…
Posted by Shaw on September 21, 2009 at 6:28 pm
Sometimes I meow like a cat.
Others, I bark like a dog.
Posted by Nathan on September 21, 2009 at 6:33 pm
World domination was nearly mine! Next step: training attack pigeons.
Posted by John Shore on September 21, 2009 at 6:35 pm
yeah so remind me not to ever ask you to take care of my pets …
Posted by Casey on September 21, 2009 at 6:34 pm
princess kissed frog. He lied about being a prince.
Posted by Nathan on September 21, 2009 at 6:36 pm
Henchman wanted. Must have tattoos and exotic accent. No smokers.
Posted by Rich on September 21, 2009 at 6:47 pm
By the third take, the TV preacher wept convincingly.
Posted by Judy on September 21, 2009 at 6:48 pm
Heads rolled, and not in a good way.
Thrasher’s french fries are clogged arteries in a cup. Tasty.
She tried and couldn’t, so she took a nap.
If God knows best, he wondered, why does it hurt?
Posted by Nathan on September 21, 2009 at 6:50 pm
The wedding was like The Matrix meets The Princess Bride.
Posted by Richard Zowie on September 21, 2009 at 6:51 pm
I sobbed endlessly: everything I knew about life was wrong.
Posted by Leland on September 21, 2009 at 6:51 pm
Unaware of confirmation requirement, greatest submission goes unnoticed. Thanks, John.
Posted by JG on September 21, 2009 at 6:55 pm
Beautiful girl with a son, brain tumor, MS, seeks love.
Posted by Casey on September 21, 2009 at 7:02 pm
he said the gun wasn’t loaded. Obviously it was.
Posted by Casey on September 21, 2009 at 7:04 pm
‘beware of dog’ sign. Not a joke.
Posted by Casey on September 21, 2009 at 7:07 pm
Russian roulette not to be played with unlucky people.
Posted by Leland on September 21, 2009 at 7:14 pm
In the beginning was enlightenment. In the end, a tragic past.
Posted by Laura on September 21, 2009 at 7:16 pm
My Grandson “Dag” and me in trouble: “Dag”, “Nabbit”!
Posted by Casey on September 21, 2009 at 7:20 pm
Accidently pulled pin on the grenade….. It wasn’t a dud.
Posted by Nathan on September 21, 2009 at 7:46 pm
Teaching elephants to rumba was one of my lifelong regrets.
“Oh Bernard, is there nothing you cannot do with glue?”
“What to see in purgatory.” The tour guide.
Caramel ice-cream. If only arsenic tasted this good.
A clear sky, a full belly, and a corpse.
Cape or no cape? The eternal superhero dilemma.
The wombat patiently waited for the trap to spring.
Blue with mauve and other fine housing palettes.
Witch seeking work. Has own flying monkeys. Toilet training required.
As archaeologist’s buried her husband, she couldn’t help but notice….
Bob the builder, childhood icon or satanic cult leader?
Stumbling on the village of pigmies, I plotted my revenge.
As a frequent hitchhiker, I’d dealt with murderers before.
An abrupt guide to Himalayan yodelling.
What is the worse that can happen? Adventures in yodelling
What could go wrong? An amateur’s guide to bomb making.
The sudden cessation of noise alerted him to the apocalypse.
Finishing, the piano virtuoso waved his flippers to the audience.
In the blizzard, Rudolf regretted his plastic surgery.
Corpses are people too.
The zombie slowly realised it couldn’t limbo any more.
Having finished his opus, Herbert realised he had no friends.
Adventures in governance: Monkey see, monkey do.
I remembered the wok. Now, who brought the kittens?
The day after the world’s end was slightly duller.
Adventuring in phonics land, the letter Z felt ignored.
Nude golfing, I realised my aptitudes were best used putting.
Slowly, realisation dawned. Leprosy and macramé just don’t mix.
ARGHHHH! Must stop procrastinating! Anytime soon. But. Words. Still. Left.
Posted by Nathan on September 21, 2009 at 7:49 pm
My only regrets was that I didn’t say: “Not teaching elephants to rumba was my only lifelong regret.”
Posted by Casey on September 21, 2009 at 7:52 pm
nobody likes a drunk butterfly.
gnomes are people too.
Posted by wickle on September 21, 2009 at 7:56 pm
A blogger wanted lots of comments; he started another contest.
Evil with new name? Heroes kick butt and take names.
The family got together again, causing laughter and tears.
Valentine’s Day was awful … until the year I met her.
Easter bunny stew was not appreciated by the kids …
The singer lacked talent, but he compensated in volume.
Posted by John Shore on September 21, 2009 at 7:59 pm
(Okay, um … for what it’s worth, I imagined I’d get in, like, maybe 30 of these. MAYBE. I had no idea my readers were such … well, writers. And freaks—but that’s really a whole other concern. Now.)
Hey, I like that fourth one–the Valentine’s Day one. You old softy.
Posted by wickle on September 21, 2009 at 8:14 pm
It was no joke — Microsoft is the bane of humanity!
Once I adjusted, life as a zombie isn’t that bad.
Eve stuck with oranges that day. There is much rejoicing.
It’s lonely at the top, so I did not go.
I told him not to cut the blue one first!
Posted by Nathan on September 21, 2009 at 10:45 pm
Leading the tour de France, my fears were realised: haemorrhoids.
Posted by Mark on September 21, 2009 at 10:50 pm
After much deliberation, he decided he would become a nun.
Posted by calapitter on September 21, 2009 at 10:52 pm
Death gave her a chance to live.
Posted by donna on September 21, 2009 at 11:00 pm
How fortunate we are to have such a Blessed Hope!
Posted by Nathan on September 21, 2009 at 11:03 pm
Joe despondently concluded Mime Auctioneers School wouldn’t work. Another failure.
Posted by barry carter on September 21, 2009 at 11:05 pm
I am in here, divine-waiting to be born.
Posted by Nathan on September 21, 2009 at 11:24 pm
Tonka toys, zero, son one.
Posted by Nathan on September 21, 2009 at 11:35 pm
Eve’s guide to making scrumpy: don’t.
Posted by Nathan on September 21, 2009 at 11:39 pm
On centre stage, Beatrice forgot how to lip-sync to Milli Vanilli.
Posted by Nathan on September 21, 2009 at 11:46 pm
Bob the builder – seducing your children to evil since 1979.
Posted by Nathan on September 21, 2009 at 11:51 pm
Only through luck and foul play did Beatrice win scrabble.
Posted by Nathan on September 22, 2009 at 12:04 am
Rodger employed his secret mime martial arts, subduing the bandit.
Posted by Nathan on September 22, 2009 at 12:21 am
The sign read: nude hand gliding not permitted in halls.
Posted by Nathan on September 22, 2009 at 12:24 am
Beatrice’s blind date involved pygmies, mimes and duck. Not sequentially.
Posted by Nathan on September 22, 2009 at 12:37 am
“Sense and sensibility be damned.” Jane ordered another tequila bottle.
Posted by Nathan on September 22, 2009 at 12:39 am
With the mime lying dead, Beatrice thought: “Not again.”
Posted by Nathan on September 22, 2009 at 12:41 am
With wishes, wings and happy thoughts, the mime suicide-squad attacked.
Posted by Nathan on September 22, 2009 at 12:51 am
Tasting flesh, the wombat thought, “No more herbivore!”
Posted by Nathan on September 22, 2009 at 12:54 am
Beatrice suddenly realised, “The mime protection program was bankrupt.”
Posted by Nathan on September 22, 2009 at 12:59 am
Tango a no-go. The does and don’t of hippo dating.
Posted by Nathan on September 22, 2009 at 1:00 am
Having eaten the fruit of good and evil, Bruce preferred lemons.
Posted by Nathan on September 22, 2009 at 1:02 am
Mimic the cat eventually resigned from trafficking in human slaves.
Posted by Nathan on September 22, 2009 at 1:03 am
Bloodied, I stumbling from the pygmy village, plotting revenge.
Posted by Nathan on September 22, 2009 at 1:04 am
Lipstick, napalm, kitten’s whiskers – a few of my favourite things.
Posted by Nathan on September 22, 2009 at 1:05 am
The duck waddled contentedly from the corpse. “Revenge IS sweet”.
Posted by Nathan on September 22, 2009 at 1:05 am
The corpse’s sign read, “Will sing sea shanties for food”
Posted by Nathan on September 22, 2009 at 1:06 am
Turning from my life of crime, I started professional karaoke.
Posted by Nathan on September 22, 2009 at 1:07 am
After three margaritas, the Stepford wives decided their husbands must die.
Posted by Nathan on September 22, 2009 at 1:09 am
Succinctness is the brevity of wit.
Posted by Barry on September 22, 2009 at 2:08 am
Tried to write ten word story but ran out of
Posted by Liz on September 22, 2009 at 3:20 am
Wished I could do that. “Wish I could,” I’d say.
Posted by Rachel on September 22, 2009 at 3:35 am
Morning came, she took her last leave of the river.
Posted by Kris Sexton on September 22, 2009 at 5:31 am
He didn’t see a doctor because he didn’t have insurance.
Posted by skerrib on September 22, 2009 at 5:59 am
John sent Kerri a book. And cash. The end.
Posted by Latoya on September 22, 2009 at 6:04 am
Oh God. Some of these stories have me rolling with laughter!!! (this isnt an entry)
Posted by Julia on September 22, 2009 at 6:31 am
First breath, the Flight of Life, Spirit singing beyond time…..
Posted by kris sexton on September 22, 2009 at 7:04 am
I hate running but I want to be a runner .
Posted by Randy on September 22, 2009 at 7:07 am
He helped his enemy. God smiled. Enemy finds the Lord.
Posted by Vicki in NC on September 22, 2009 at 7:16 am
“He has adenocarcinoma of unknown primary. It’s everywhere.” The End.
Posted by Charmaine on September 22, 2009 at 7:27 am
God created me, you and all to live forever…end..
Posted by Tm on September 22, 2009 at 7:46 am
I’m loving Nathan’s multiple storgasms. Does that mean I’m gay?
Posted by John Shore on September 22, 2009 at 7:47 am
Yes.
Posted by wickle on September 22, 2009 at 8:01 am
There would never be another like tonight. For him, anyway.
Who poisoned deviled eggs at the picnic? Sadly, the detective.
Munching malformed mushrooms made Mary’s May merry.
We boarded the ship unaware of the trap. Ten, nine …
Posted by Sarah Childers on September 22, 2009 at 8:11 am
He asked, “Do you love me?” Not the “phileo” love.
Located the Fountain of Youth. Contact Juan Ponce de Leon.
Tears were upon her face, like they always belonged there.
A smile, a quick look, shy eyes- love happened! Wedding bells.
Posted by wickle on September 22, 2009 at 8:50 am
Dad snapped, “Don’t be ridiculous! There’s nothing under the …” Sluuurrrp!
Posted by jrc on September 22, 2009 at 9:03 am
He plans to live forever. So far so good.
Posted by James McNeil on September 22, 2009 at 9:44 am
“How hard can it be?” he asked, his eyes gleaming.
Posted by Barry on September 22, 2009 at 9:49 am
“OK, I admit it! I wrote the Book of Love!”
Posted by Barry on September 22, 2009 at 9:52 am
In space, nobody can hear you scream. Or break wind.
Posted by Barry on September 22, 2009 at 9:54 am
Enemies approached. James regretted beating his sword into a ploughshare.
Posted by Barry on September 22, 2009 at 9:57 am
John swung his golf club and hit his ball. Ouch!
Posted by Barry on September 22, 2009 at 9:58 am
“How do you keep your readers in suspense?”
“Well, you…”
Posted by Barry on September 22, 2009 at 10:00 am
For sale: genuine Japanese Kamikaze uniform. One careful owner.
Posted by Barry on September 22, 2009 at 10:01 am
No, this is not the way to Amarillo. Stop asking.
Posted by jrc on September 22, 2009 at 10:24 am
Her headstone read, “I told you I was sick.”
Posted by Jessica K. on September 22, 2009 at 10:24 am
Once, at church, Dad cried; my eight-year reality shifted.
Posted by Tim on September 22, 2009 at 10:37 am
He rode the bus home from his dear wife’s funeral.
Posted by Dennis Dawson on September 22, 2009 at 10:47 am
Dennis dipped his toes in the briny depths, pandering shamelessly.
Posted by Dennis Dawson on September 22, 2009 at 10:57 am
“Yes, I am your father. But I _was_ your mother.”
Posted by Dennis Dawson on September 22, 2009 at 10:59 am
“Again! Again! Hee hee.” Sticky fingers stretching out; Elmo winces.
Posted by Dennis Dawson on September 22, 2009 at 11:01 am
“Nurse! I think it’s time!” Natalie turned on the television.
Posted by Cheryl on September 22, 2009 at 11:14 am
“You from around here?”
Randall turned. “Not yet, Sir.”
Posted by Casey on September 22, 2009 at 11:22 am
adhd person found fountain of youth. then forgot it’s location.
Posted by Cheryl on September 22, 2009 at 11:42 am
Wartime? He’d loved it — the deathclose ecstasy. They both had.
Posted by Sandra on September 22, 2009 at 11:52 am
Fall returned again, pugently awash in color, spice and regret.
Posted by Sonn Dixon on September 22, 2009 at 11:56 am
- The worst happened, and that is how my life ended.
- Everyday starts the same. I open my eyes and stare.
- Each hello was sadder than one thousand loved one’s goodbyes.
Posted by Sonn Dixon on September 22, 2009 at 11:59 am
Five fingers? I really have no need for my pinky.
Posted by Mark Lattimore on September 22, 2009 at 12:11 pm
“Stop being obsequious!”
“Your wish is my command.”
Posted by Mark Lattimore on September 22, 2009 at 12:12 pm
“Stop being obsequious!”
“ok”
(The Sequel)
Posted by Dennis Dawson on September 22, 2009 at 12:25 pm
“It was a good fish, a big fish,” thought Hemingway.
Posted by Dennis Dawson on September 22, 2009 at 12:29 pm
Skeleton in bar: “Bring me a beer and a mop.”
Posted by Dennis Dawson on September 22, 2009 at 12:30 pm
“You cackle like an old hen,” Max told his chicken.
Posted by Gary Sather on September 22, 2009 at 12:32 pm
Back from the moon so soon? Thanks for the cheese!
Posted by Dennis Dawson on September 22, 2009 at 12:32 pm
“I will never tire,” thought Dennis, “of my own writing.”
Posted by Kimberly Onufrock-Bracco on September 22, 2009 at 12:45 pm
Glorious morning,endless possibilities. A quandry, stay put , open door.
Posted by Kimberly Onufrock-Bracco on September 22, 2009 at 12:47 pm
To hope,desire,satisfy my own. Freedom is my life.
Posted by Kimberly Onufrock-Bracco on September 22, 2009 at 12:49 pm
Wind blowing,crisp evening. I can feel my soul bating.
Posted by Kimberly Onufrock-Bracco on September 22, 2009 at 12:51 pm
Smells of home made bread baking,heaven is altered reality.
Posted by jrc on September 22, 2009 at 12:53 pm
He lived on. Then he died to be with her.
Posted by justdoyin on September 22, 2009 at 1:22 pm
Jesus was a great sales man. Want to know how?
Posted by Mark Lattimore on September 22, 2009 at 1:52 pm
Bashing his head in was her crowning achievement.
Posted by Martin T. on September 22, 2009 at 2:07 pm
I am alone…
I want love…
I will wait – patiently.
Posted by Martin T. on September 22, 2009 at 2:10 pm
I must live.
I must give.
I will live well.
Posted by Gary Sather on September 22, 2009 at 2:14 pm
Well, if it’s not water, what is it? You OK?
Posted by Jerri Harrington on September 22, 2009 at 2:28 pm
He was born into poverty, but that was not all!
Posted by Jerri Harrington on September 22, 2009 at 2:31 pm
To look at her face, you’d never know she’d gone.
Posted by Jerri Harrington on September 22, 2009 at 2:31 pm
In the midst of the mayhem, a butterfly paused, hovering.
Posted by Jerri Harrington on September 22, 2009 at 2:32 pm
Who would reckon a simple touch could heal so deeply?
Posted by Jerri Harrington on September 22, 2009 at 2:36 pm
If he couldn’t behave better, then why did he apologize?
Posted by Dennis Dawson on September 22, 2009 at 3:29 pm
“No! Prorate the expenses!” screamed Randy, updating the chimpanzee’s spreadsheet.
Posted by Tim on September 22, 2009 at 3:37 pm
I was a bad boy.
Posted by Suzy Amis Haines on September 22, 2009 at 3:44 pm
Thirteen was a dangerous year. Woodstock, Viet Nam, first love, heartbreak.
Posted by Martin T. on September 22, 2009 at 4:42 pm
I wondered out loud, “What gives?”
Then I woke up…
Posted by Martin T. on September 22, 2009 at 4:45 pm
Just ten words – but saying what?
Eternity in a nutshell.
Posted by Nathan on September 22, 2009 at 4:46 pm
Pretensions and contentious? Whom Moi’? Au contraire!
Posted by Julia on September 22, 2009 at 5:05 pm
From Light they once came, to the Earth they returned…
Posted by Nathan on September 22, 2009 at 5:09 pm
Cheetah stealthily doped Jane’s Martini, “Now Tarzan will be mine!”
Posted by Judy on September 22, 2009 at 6:46 pm
Continuing to live seemed impossible. Dying was not an option.
The girl known as Pinky began dancing to the uilleann pipes.
The 6 limbed alien pitched horseshoes like a professional.
Martin was so shocked he dropped his martini overboard.
Foster lived in the attic with his iguana and ferret.
Climbing the willow tree wasn’t as easy as Sarah said.
Standing on the rooftop, Lillie longed to fly.
Posted by Mikal on September 22, 2009 at 6:47 pm
Practice, practice, practice. A contest, a winner! Fame and fortune.
Posted by Casey on September 22, 2009 at 7:05 pm
then they all jump off the roof and fly.
Posted by Bruce on September 22, 2009 at 7:29 pm
The nude model shivered; he draped a blanket around her.
Posted by Nathan on September 22, 2009 at 7:51 pm
Jane plotted to stuff Cheetah, turning him into a lawn ornament.
Posted by Nathan on September 22, 2009 at 7:57 pm
Every coffin has a silver lining. Sometimes it’s actually lead.
Posted by Nathan on September 22, 2009 at 8:08 pm
Note to self: land mines and kindergartens don’t mix well.
Posted by Nathan on September 22, 2009 at 11:51 pm
Beatrice’s murder spree began with a clear goal: Olympic gold!
Posted by Nathan on September 22, 2009 at 11:52 pm
Maurice always harboured a secret curiosity, “How did nuns taste?”
Posted by Nathan on September 23, 2009 at 12:05 am
Bruce, the angel, referred to himself as stooped not fallen.
Posted by Nathan on September 23, 2009 at 12:54 am
Little Timmy often wondered, “Why don’t Penguins grow on trees?”
Posted by Nathan on September 23, 2009 at 12:59 am
Maurice preferred his nuns without relish. It was a habit.
Posted by Nathan on September 23, 2009 at 1:02 am
Maurice and the amazing dancing rodents rocked the leper colony.
Posted by Timothy Fowler on September 23, 2009 at 1:07 am
On the horns of a dilemma, he looked to God.
Posted by Nathan on September 23, 2009 at 1:09 am
Timmy habitually lost fingers in the blender, other kid’s fingers.
Posted by Nathan on September 23, 2009 at 1:15 am
John,
Do !, ; ‘’ or ? count towards the 10 word limit?
Posted by calapitter on September 23, 2009 at 4:05 am
“If only…”, she thought, “he might not have killed himself.”
Posted by S Peters on September 23, 2009 at 4:28 am
Nathan: Stop, already. I don’t think there’s a prize for quantity.
Posted by jrc on September 23, 2009 at 4:58 am
He wrote his five ten word stories. Then stopped forever.
Posted by John Shore on September 23, 2009 at 5:00 am
Hah! Good one. NATHAN.
Posted by Latoya on September 23, 2009 at 5:42 am
Leave Nathan alone, He has found his passion! Plus he’s quite entertaining..and scary
Posted by John Shore on September 23, 2009 at 5:53 am
Really? That’s such a sweet way of looking at it, Latoya! But you’re young and live in Jamaica. It’s all sunshine, mangoes, and cavorting dolphins to you. Let’s take a vote!
Readers: Do you think Nathan (of whom, let me say, I am terribly fond) should now stop submitting 10-word short stories? Or do you think he should keep on going until his hands seize up on him and/or he finally gets fired from is job?
In your response, right “@Nathan” so we’ll know it’s not a story entry—and then share with us your opinion on this terribly critical question.
Posted by Latoya on September 23, 2009 at 6:04 am
@Nathan. If they wanted to restrict you they should have made that rule from the beginning. Plus, what if your 100th story would have been the winner and you stop at 99?
Posted by Barry on September 23, 2009 at 6:14 am
@Nathan. Keep going, dude!
Posted by Barry on September 23, 2009 at 6:15 am
In youth they married. Her death was his life’s end.
Posted by John Shore on September 23, 2009 at 6:16 am
Oh my God. You people are bazoinkers.
Posted by Barry on September 23, 2009 at 6:18 am
Life. Busy emptiness, smoke, a pointless vapour. Existence without meaning.
Posted by Barry on September 23, 2009 at 6:18 am
Morning came. New hope, long denied to them, arose unbidden.
Posted by John Shore on September 23, 2009 at 6:23 am
Okay, BARRY’S vote on whether or not anyone should QUIT submitting so many stories officially doesn’t count.
What am I going to do with you people?
Posted by Cheryl on September 23, 2009 at 6:37 am
@Nathan: Keep going if you want to. They’re funny!
Posted by Barry on September 23, 2009 at 6:44 am
Shortest Blues song ever: “I didn’t wake up this morning.”
Posted by Barry on September 23, 2009 at 6:47 am
He lived for his job. Retiring, he discovered his family.
Posted by Barry on September 23, 2009 at 6:47 am
@John: I think you’ve created a monster you cannot control!
Posted by Bruce Donaldson on September 23, 2009 at 7:04 am
He twittered so eloquently she thought he must be French.
Posted by Latoya on September 23, 2009 at 7:43 am
LOL@ Bruce. Barry: I think you have become monster number two
Posted by Casey on September 23, 2009 at 7:47 am
@ I kinda think the top story submitters should get a book just for submitting so many. And you totally can’t limit us now, cause we’ve already submitted a bunch and thats not fair and in the article you did say that rule applies for next year. if you find certain people’s submissions excessive (Nathan) then by all means… submit more of yours. haha.
Posted by Barry on September 23, 2009 at 8:04 am
John created a monster. It turned and bit his hand.
Posted by Barry on September 23, 2009 at 8:05 am
“Moo! Baa! Cluck!” said the cow – world’s first bovine linguist.
Posted by RogerC on September 23, 2009 at 11:50 am
Dear Dad,
Borrowed the car for evening. Sleep well.
Kyle
Posted by John Shore on September 23, 2009 at 12:25 pm
OK, back from being gone. So what happened with the Multiple Entries vote?
Not much, I see. But the Eyes have it!
Carry on, all! (Including you, Dennis, if you’re reading.) Submit away!
Posted by Rebeka Newbold on September 23, 2009 at 12:40 pm
The universe unfolds, every story is it’s own.
Posted by Dennis Dawson on September 23, 2009 at 12:52 pm
Wasted words wandering wine-dark seas — then, a signal from shore!
Posted by Dennis Dawson on September 23, 2009 at 12:53 pm
Given direct orders from a superior being, Dennis humbly submitted.
Posted by Latoya on September 23, 2009 at 1:34 pm
Dennis you are hilarious! LOL! (Not an entry)
Posted by Dennis Dawson on September 23, 2009 at 1:53 pm
Signore Schedarossa winked, “This green card gives me carte blanche!”
Posted by Barry on September 23, 2009 at 4:46 pm
Time was reversed. Death became far more enjoyable than birth.
Posted by Barry on September 23, 2009 at 4:50 pm
As a solipsist, she knew she would never be outnumbered.
Posted by Barry on September 23, 2009 at 4:51 pm
“House of Ontology,” read the sign. “Come in and be.”
Posted by Nathan on September 23, 2009 at 5:29 pm
Guys,
Don’t worry about the rule change – I’m gonna lay off posting for a while (even though I’ve got this whole rift of tales from the zombie apocalypse worked up). Mostly because I finished the discussion paper on local government reform in Western Australia yesterday, up until then the sheer boredom of the topic had been my muse. Somehow I became the resident expert on the issue – bad karma I suspect (possibly I killed Mother Teresa in a past life).
My final entry will be a summary of the 80 page discussion paper:
No reform in WA in 100 years. Need some now.
So, goodbye, so long, and thanks for all the fish. (Yeah – also only 10 words…I’ve gotta find some other way to procrastinate!)
Posted by John Shore on September 23, 2009 at 6:03 pm
Ahh… it’s like the end of an era.
(Hey, wait. There wasn‘t any rule change!)
Posted by Sandy Anderson on September 23, 2009 at 8:45 pm
I should have married Mozart: he’d be alive today, composing.
Posted by Sandy Anderson on September 23, 2009 at 8:47 pm
The jury convicted Mother. Now I’m free to kill again.
Posted by Linda on September 23, 2009 at 9:51 pm
George was thrilled. The golden treasure chest contained canned Spam!
Posted by Robert Adamson on September 24, 2009 at 2:39 am
When we part, you’re the best secret going on….
Sun:Sprinkling bright whites, laughing, without pain.
Now alone on a cosmic wink, not color, not ink!
Posted by onemansbeliefs on September 24, 2009 at 3:40 am
Doing His work thither. Waiting to hear, “Come up hither.”
Posted by Richard Lubbers on September 24, 2009 at 6:44 am
That’s the trigger. Please don’t pu Whoa! Jesus?
Posted by Cathy on September 24, 2009 at 7:21 am
He said, “Though you have dealt treacherously with me, Return!”
Posted by Latoya on September 24, 2009 at 8:27 am
John, when will this contest end???
Posted by John Shore on September 24, 2009 at 8:33 am
Oh, Latoya. Must you continue to prove to me that you never actually READ my posts?
I had such hope for you.
Posted by Tim on September 24, 2009 at 11:39 am
Trying to open a vein, I popped and flew away.
Posted by Tim on September 24, 2009 at 11:42 am
Far author who art a heathen, Hollywood be thy name.
Posted by Latoya on September 24, 2009 at 12:18 pm
Hey! You JUST added the due date! Its so unfair that I cant actually prove that even if it’s true. [-(
Posted by John Shore on September 24, 2009 at 12:21 pm
And yet we have the below, lifted off my FB page on MONDAY.
Latoya, Latoya, Latoya. I just don’t know anymore…
Casey Oliver there’s a 127 responses on your contest… and it’s still open for 10 more days. You live dangerously. haha
Mon at 7:30pm · Comment · Like / Unlike · View Feedback (3)Hide Feedback (3) · See Wall-to-Wall
Posted by Latoya on September 24, 2009 at 12:57 pm
DId i tell you that I dont like you anymore? Just in case i didnt, I dont like you anymore
Posted by Dennis Dawson on September 24, 2009 at 1:02 pm
She said “I don’t like you anymore.” Passions were ignited!
Posted by Jennifer Newbold on September 24, 2009 at 1:08 pm
The alien in my belly returned to the unknown.
Posted by John Shore on September 24, 2009 at 1:09 pm
Now, Layotya, you can’t hate everyone who proves you wrong. I think we can all agree that for you that would be an especially burdensome approach to life.
Posted by John Shore on September 24, 2009 at 1:10 pm
Jennifer: EW!!! (But intriguing!)
Posted by Latoya on September 24, 2009 at 1:20 pm
LOL! John, I disint even mention the word hate. Hate is a very strong word. Plus my hubby proves me wrong more than anyone else and I wove him soooo much
And please dont spoil my name sir, thank you very much.
Dennis, you are really juicing everything for ideas. LOL
Posted by John Shore on September 24, 2009 at 1:23 pm
Yeah, Dennis: Quit juicing everything.
Posted by Casey on September 24, 2009 at 2:12 pm
uh oh. John knows how to copy and paste. Hey! … what I say on facebook, stays on facebook! Sheesh!
Although, I think I’m kinda famous now…. so never mind. Ew… can we use a different word than ‘juicing’? it just screams icky.
Posted by Julia on September 24, 2009 at 2:20 pm
John, Dennis and Latoya were hanging out together when suddenly–
Posted by Dennis Dawson on September 24, 2009 at 2:21 pm
Grapes…oranges…pomegranates…infuse me, enthuse me, juicy muse! (…Steroids…?)
Posted by Dennis Dawson on September 24, 2009 at 3:56 pm
Withered corpses, corruptly inspired, rise, RISE, smacking their pocked lips.
Posted by Dennis Dawson on September 24, 2009 at 4:00 pm
Unwed Mozart, the great decomposer, leads the ghastly undead parade.
Posted by Samantha on September 25, 2009 at 2:19 am
EmAaRrTsH. Two worlds collide.
Posted by Samantha on September 25, 2009 at 2:20 am
He yelled. She yelled. Then darkness. ‘Bang!’ Who shot who?
Posted by Samantha on September 25, 2009 at 2:21 am
Goldilocks arrived. Slup, crash, zzz. Then the bears came home.
Posted by Samantha on September 25, 2009 at 2:22 am
*Spelling error on last post.
Goldilocks arrived. Slurp, crash, zzz. Then the bears came home.
Posted by Samantha on September 25, 2009 at 2:23 am
Red! Orange! Yellow! Green! Blue! Indigo! Violet! The rainbow created.
Posted by Janelle on September 25, 2009 at 6:44 am
She lifted her suitcase, dropped the burning match, and left.
Posted by Gary Sather on September 25, 2009 at 8:50 am
He placed the help wanted ad, then called the coroner.
Posted by Gary Sather on September 25, 2009 at 8:59 am
Healthcare Reform. Second only to laughter, the real best medicine.
Posted by Josh Magill on September 25, 2009 at 8:12 pm
Born. Missed father! Joined Air Force. Married, had seven. Cancer – died.
Posted by Ruggles Wright on September 26, 2009 at 1:38 am
From the sky the answer to all rained limpid. Jazzercise!
Posted by Barbara Alfaro on September 26, 2009 at 6:08 am
The witch who had all the mirrors covered was surprised.
Posted by Prince Hanniel on September 26, 2009 at 10:19 am
Wanna know why I don’t date hippos, cockroaches and eggs?
Posted by Suzy Amis Haines on September 26, 2009 at 9:31 pm
Thirteen. A dangerous year. Woodstock, Viet Nam, first love, heartbreak.
Posted by Julia on September 27, 2009 at 6:20 am
Testing one two three…
Posted by Julia on September 27, 2009 at 6:21 am
Let’s see if this takes this time:
Paradise. Family. Betrayal. Sadness. Exodus. Wondering. Sanctuary. Rebirth. Return. Healing.
Posted by Casey on September 27, 2009 at 8:48 pm
He stood ready with the sniper rifle. school was out.
Posted by Lucas on September 28, 2009 at 10:56 am
Adult dancer seeks communications director: must have Congressional office experience.
Posted by joehurrycreations on September 28, 2009 at 3:43 pm
We must feed the sky kitten. Think quickly!
Posted by Stacy Chaplin on September 28, 2009 at 6:57 pm
Mango ideas Squeak In an interesting way
Posted by Julia on September 28, 2009 at 7:04 pm
A dear friend passed, our tears flow as does love….
Posted by theskinhorse on September 29, 2009 at 4:32 am
I think it is important to update the all-too-common tale that pushes specific gender roles, sexual orientation and common misconceptions.
*****
The knight completed the rescue.
“You killed George!” Princess wept.
******
Help wanted: ‘Save princess from dragon! *female champions preferred.
*****
Save Queen from dragon! Apply within (gay knights only).
*****
Princess had to choose. Frankly, she knew the dragon better.
*****
Princess had to choose. Dragon smirked. Yeah, Stockholm Syndrome.
Posted by Kimberly Onufrock-Bracco on September 30, 2009 at 4:01 am
Bright lights,loathing wilted magazines next to dingy worn chairs.
Posted by Kimberly Onufrock-Bracco on September 30, 2009 at 4:02 am
Dust on the window sill as the door creaked open.
Posted by Kimberly Onufrock-Bracco on September 30, 2009 at 4:03 am
Drops of rain on her face,it blended with tears.
Posted by Kimberly Onufrock-Bracco on September 30, 2009 at 4:05 am
She flicked the dog hairs off her wool coat nonchalantly.
Posted by Kimberly Onufrock-Bracco on September 30, 2009 at 4:06 am
Her heart felt colder than the ice on the wipers.
Posted by Kimberly Onufrock-Bracco on September 30, 2009 at 4:08 am
Flaws like toes,were many ,as she disrobed casually.
Posted by Kimberly Onufrock-Bracco on September 30, 2009 at 4:10 am
Giggles from the room filled the spaces of her soul.
Posted by Adam Roger Kearley on September 30, 2009 at 9:13 am
The prologue, the beginning, the middle, the end. The epilogue.
Posted by Monica on September 30, 2009 at 11:10 am
Diagnosis: conception improbable. I heard: opportunity to foster the broken.
Posted by Monica on September 30, 2009 at 11:12 am
He entered dirty, alone: “Hi mama.” Hi baby. Welcome home.
Posted by Monica on September 30, 2009 at 11:17 am
I placed her child in her arms and drove away.
Posted by Monica on September 30, 2009 at 11:19 am
The father he never knew wants custody. Felony charges. Impossible.
Posted by Monica on September 30, 2009 at 11:30 am
Sixteen: scared he’d notice my blushing. Hoped desperately he would.
Posted by Zach Stewart on September 30, 2009 at 11:51 am
Life’s work on sale; Cheap. Cannot sustain any further production.
Posted by Kimberly Onufrock-Bracco on September 30, 2009 at 1:24 pm
Chances were few,the gun was locked and loaded.
Posted by Kimberly Onufrock-Bracco on September 30, 2009 at 1:43 pm
Gingerly she fingered the scarf, then pulling tight, color drained.
Posted by Dolores on September 30, 2009 at 3:52 pm
Wanted: Strict Vegan Chef
Peanuts Prohibited
fowl forbidden
hours flexible.
Posted by Patti on September 30, 2009 at 8:39 pm
Patience is a matter of time.
Posted by Patti on September 30, 2009 at 8:48 pm
The mirror that was you.
Posted by Chris on October 16, 2009 at 8:57 am
if he loved her truly, then why did he hurt her so.
Posted by Chris on October 16, 2009 at 8:59 am
if god is merciful then why do people have to die?
Posted by John Shore on October 16, 2009 at 9:00 am
Chris: Good, but STOP. You’re too late.
Posted by Chris on October 16, 2009 at 9:07 am
an angel getting rejected caused the forest fires in california.
Posted by John Edwards on November 16, 2009 at 7:08 am
The man drove away as the town burned behind him
Posted by Margot on December 13, 2009 at 11:02 am
She was my best friend until she stole my husband.
Posted by Wei-hsin on January 2, 2010 at 5:52 pm
She left without any desire.
Posted by John Shore on January 6, 2010 at 6:27 am
Wei-hsin: I LOVE this one! If it had come in on time (I am sorry, but the contest is now closed), I might have picked this one as the winner.