Ernest Hemingway was once challenged to write a story in 6 words. He has said that he considers it his best piece of writing:
For sale: baby shoes, never used.
Profound.
In class yesterday we were told to come up with our own 6 word stories. All of mine seemed to take an autobiographical standpoint about my current state of affairs. You can read them all together, or one at a time. I guess it’s kind of like a poem….but I don’t really like poems. So it’s not a poem at all.
Sunshine makes me stop being cranky.
Born, raised, hasn’t left State College.
Need to leave State College soon.
Growing up so fast—marriage soon?
Happy and perfect for each other.
Cheap clothes are my favorite thing.
What shall I do with life?
Too much stress=too much caffeine.
Sick of college—is that bad?
Need money, don’t want to work.
Three dollars in checking account. Shit.
I’m sleepy. Don’t really know why.
Left oven on all night; whoops.
Need some chocolate right about now.
Spring has sprung...for real this time.
