Literary legend has it that when asked to write a story in six words or less, Ernest Hemingway produced the following bite-size bio:
“For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”
Albert Camus, the French existentialist, did it in one word less when he left his suicide note:
“No more words. Only silence.”
Whether Hemingway’s legend is true or not, ever since it entered the rumor mill’s circulation, the six-word memoir has been a favorite exercise of writers, word-lovers and storytellers of all types. A publication known as Smith Magazine set out to collect as many varied six-word memoirs from knowns and unknowns alike, and finally published them in a book: Not Quite What I was Planning.
Here are a few of my favorites from the book:
“After Harvard, had baby with crackhead.”
“She said she was negative. Damn.”
“I still make coffee for two.”
“Sperm too potent. Now have triplets.”
“Asked to quiet down. Spoke louder.”
I suppose if I were to write one for the Broncos this season, it’d go like this:
DEFENSELESS TEAM ON A ROLLER COASTER
I invite you, my faithful readers, to leave comments and tell your own Broncos’ six word story from this season.