One sentence stories. See details.
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June 12th, 2010
Found this great site: http://www.onesentence.org/
Read and enjoy.
We can do better.
(Look for mine under zenele)
What’s your one sentence story?
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His eyes passed right over her, leaving her alone in her mind with a deep longing for contact.
Necessary ingredients: sex, royalty and violence.
“God damn it,” said the queen to the king. “Get your hand off my knee.”
I love you said my quiet man, I know you do I replied.
His renown, achieved long ago, did not inform the heathen captain’s gothic gaze as he beheld new land.
I came, I saw, I conquered.
When he thought he had beaten all his enemies, Chuck Norris came around the corner.
The heat seeking missile locked onto its target, modified its trajectory, and began the supersonic dive sequence exactly 80 milliseconds after Mrs. Clarke pulled a pan of her famous hot cross buns from her newly installed outdoor oven.
And that was the last time I took peanut butter from a stranger.
As soon as we heard the reading of the will, I knew there were family troubles brewing.
The site you cited calls for true stories. Are you making that stipulation?
“It’s all in the wrist,” Louis explained, flinging the noose over the tree limb.
@lynfromnm – that’s awesome. GA!
It shouldn’t have to be “true”, it should have to be visual!
These have to be true? Oops. Then I’ll change it.
The Ku band microwaves beamed from Kosmos 2382 began their rapid descent from space exactly 80 milliseconds after Mrs. Burger pulled a pan of her famous hot-cross buns from her newly installed outdoor oven.
Here’s another true one:
I thought I was in perfect health until I got the results of my first PSA test.
Wait – since the OP isn’t worded as a question – and before we put a bunch of effort into it – will (should) this get removed by the mods?
@ipso
While supposedly working, I answered a question listed in the details section of a poorly worded question.
I gave Mr.Zen (or is that Mrs.Zen?) a GQ nod, I’m just curious about the Mods strictness. That seemed to be an issue elsewhere.
@zenele, I couldn’t see any authors’ names in the posted stories. Why don’t you repost yours here?
In good time.
You try it?
Maybe. I’m more into fiction than autobiography.
Here, I’ll give you one of my losing entries to San Jose State’s annual Bulwer-Lytton contest, which is for opening sentences of the “dark and stormy night” variety. This one was meant to showcase the power of (mixed) metaphor:
Alone upon the icy pinnacle of her despair, Amelietta tasted the bitter thread of her ragged, tumultuous journey with Maximilian and wondered if she could steady the quavering torrent of destiny long enough to mount one final thrust of resolution or if she should simply succumb to the dark and pitiless roar of oblivion that lay throbbing in her hand.
@Jeruba Please, please let me do the cover illustration!
@Kayak8, the very idea boggles the mind. Just to thank you for that, here’s a bonus entry from the same set of rejected opening lines:
Cue the steamy jazz sax as the rear door of the stretch limo swings languidly open to reveal a jaw-dropping pair of curvaceous limbs encased in silky sheer onyx sandalfoot hosiery, which, just as they swing tantalizingly out to touch down lightly upon the pavement in open-toed black sequined high-heeled sandals, lets go an unfortunate run that makes its headlong dash from fuchsia-lacquered toenail to sleek knee to firm thigh to the not unimaginable heights beyond.
@Jeruba, I am in awe.
True one, from today’s Red Sox-Phillies baseball game:
All of his struggles, all of the obstacles fell away when he ripped the first major league pitch he ever saw into the Fenway Park bullpen for a grand slam.
“After surfing dozens of porn sites and downloading thousands of songs illegally, I finally got a virus on my laptop from a website containing quotes from the Bible.Slim – Didn’t somebody once say, “God is not mocked?”
As the train pulled away, he turned to look at her and he kept watching her watching him and waving so madly from the platform until her small velvet feathered cap was a red speck and her gloved hand was just a flash of movement like a fluttering white dove…until hand and hat altogether disappeared into nothingness… leaving him with only a small fragile memory he wanted to protect forever.
@Jeruba….as usual… your story——FABULOUS!
Oh, thank you, @DarlingRhadamanthus. You have flattered me into disgorging one more:
It was only when I glanced up charmingly from under my long black eyelashes and caught the enthralled gaze of the obviously smitten man sitting opposite me with my dazzling aquamarine eyes that I perceived how the sight of me had caused his manly pulse to race madly.
(I wonder if this pair later parted on the train platform.)
I just made this one up, speaking of madly pulses racing manly.
” I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes. ”
I asked him when he had last been tested for STDs. and did he know that his breath smelled like roasted kidneys.
that is horrible.
When the shy solipsist trips, he trips to mars to avoid the pavement.
beat that.
@Zyx: Hint; James Joyce’s Ulysses.
What do roasted kidneys taste like? What is a good restaurant for them? Is this connected to my cannibalism Q – or are they animal kidneys? I must have answers.
Oh…..these have to be true?
Here we go….
Oh dear, she thought, he’s going for the lunge and I was hoping for an early night, some hot cocoa and curling up with a good book.
lol
OK you verbose Flutherites! Can you write a full story, with beginning, middle and end in 25 words or fewer? Try http://espressostories.com/ on for size. Fiction or non-fiction, but 25 words max!
One I wrote a while ago entitled, ‘He didn’t.’
“You did.” “I didn’t.” “You had to.” “I didn’t.” “But you must’ve.” “No.” “You had to.” “I didn’t,” he said, “I hate chocolate.”
She lay bleeding. I didn’t say “lie” because she was no longer animate. But she did lie and that was why she was found bleeding
The air smells comfortingly of oil paint and turpentine, of freshly sawn wood and engine grease, and the soft musky after-scent that follows their hungry lovemaking while the late afternoon sun slants light and shadow across the porch.
(This is actualy part of a slightly longer story I wrote, but it works really well on its own.)
He was a poor farm boy; she was a top Italian model.
She was a poor farmer’s daughter; he was a top Italian model…and unfortunately for the farmer’s daughter, gay.
@zenele: Read Part II, chapter one of Joyce’s Ulysses. Leopold Bloom bought whatever kind of kidneys the Irish ate in Dublin on June 16, 1904. (Note: It was a pork kidney. You can render the fat for real lard.)
And don’t forget to celebrate Bloomsday on Wed.
A decade’s worth of too little crumbled under the mountain sun, under smiling eyes and entwined fingers.
I really enjoyed them all – but I especially enjoyed that one.
She made him a sandwich, and they lived happily ever after.
Once upon a time there was a princess who never wanted to marry. She took her fortune, saved the world and lived happily ever after.
“I win the Lotto, I cuss my boss; next thing you know, the ticket lost.”—-calypsonian Bally. Only a calypsonian can make “boss” and “lost” rhyme.
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