Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Six Word Novels-it ain't nanowrimo, folks, but it's grand!

The Six-Word Novel

Ernest Hemingway: "For sale: baby shoes, never used."

Irvine Welsh: "Eyeballed me, killed him. Slight exaggeration."

Robert Olen Butler: "Saigon hotel. Decades later. He weeps."

Norman Mailer: "Satan--Jehovah--fifteen rounds. A draw."

Tobias Wolff: "She gave. He took. He forgot."

Augusten Burroughs: "Oh, that? It's nothing. Not contagious."

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