six word novel

Other day, I was reading a new utne reader, and there were (natch) a couple of articles worth mentioning here at the nonist. One article concerned six word novels written by famous scribes. Since that issue is so phresh, google did not return any result for me to link (in fact, one version of my search was bit of a googlewhack {returning only one result} concerning flash fiction, or very short stories). Anyway, Hemingway, as I recall, wrote this six-word novel:

For Sale: baby shoes. never used.

So: do any of you nonists have a six word novel you’ve been slaving over, that you may wish to share with the rest of us? Here’s a few of mine:


Adultury? She’s your sister. Oh well.

posted by .  on  06/20  at  11:59 PM



All she needed was some discipline.

posted by .  on  06/21  at  12:00 AM



Aaarrrg! The treachery. My poor balls!

posted by .  on  06/21  at  12:02 AM



pancakes for dinner?  you selfish bastard!

posted by admiral dewy  on  06/21  at  08:46 AM



who loves you baby? no, seriously.

posted by jmorrison  on  06/21  at  09:49 AM



give me liberty! or cash prizes.

posted by jmorrison  on  06/21  at  09:50 AM



live! love! laugh! weep. cough. die.

posted by jmorrison  on  06/21  at  10:02 AM



waiting for jesus? try a snickers.

posted by jmorrison  on  06/21  at  10:25 AM



“Ebola!” Charlie gasped. Wonka slowly smiled.

posted by .  on  06/21  at  04:19 PM



“Walter! Necrophilia?!?” “Better than you, Bernice.”

posted by .  on  06/21  at  04:19 PM



Once, there were trees. And people.

posted by .  on  06/21  at  04:20 PM



Elvis has not left the building.

posted by .  on  06/21  at  04:21 PM



My phone stinks. Did that hurt?

posted by .  on  06/21  at  04:21 PM



murderer?! but he seemed so normal.

posted by jmorrison  on  06/21  at  05:10 PM



there are two kinds of people.

posted by jmorrison  on  06/21  at  05:12 PM



wait, “don’t” push the red button?

posted by jmorrison  on  06/21  at  05:18 PM



shit. shower. shave. stumble home hammered.

posted by jmorrison  on  06/21  at  05:23 PM



more haiku-ish than six word novels…

posted by .  on  06/21  at  08:09 PM



once upon a time… the end

posted by .  on  06/21  at  08:12 PM



secret papal autopsy report: a woman!

posted by .  on  06/21  at  08:31 PM



the puppet crawled off my hand.

posted by .  on  06/21  at  08:33 PM



martians invaded new jersey. nobody noticed.

posted by .  on  06/21  at  08:34 PM



A solar flare burst forth. Stargasm.

posted by .  on  06/21  at  08:45 PM



jaime: “shit. shower. shave. stumble home hammered.” wins the ‘Dublin your pleasure award’ for most joycean entry.

posted by .  on  06/21  at  08:51 PM



More please!

posted by orangeguru  on  06/23  at  07:46 AM



“More? More gruel??? Little ragamuffin! Bollocks!”

posted by .  on  06/23  at  04:06 PM



He sang like a castrated pterodactyl.

posted by .  on  06/23  at  09:20 PM



Blind from birth, Meade understood caves.

posted by .  on  06/23  at  11:16 PM



Lavinia sprayed estrogen. Men took shelter.

posted by .  on  06/23  at  11:18 PM



kill the infidels, father always said.

posted by .  on  06/24  at  08:24 PM



who knew genital warts could mutate?

posted by .  on  06/24  at  08:24 PM



the gringos would have to go.

posted by .  on  06/24  at  08:24 PM



theosurgical specialists remove sinful homosexual thoughts.

posted by .  on  06/24  at  08:27 PM



“this spear killed jesus. commence bidding.”

posted by .  on  06/24  at  08:28 PM



frat boys, geronimo’s skull: massive curse.

posted by .  on  06/24  at  08:29 PM



kicking a dead horse… it’s done

posted by .  on  06/24  at  09:41 PM



And so c’est word pronounces the bizarre little saga finished. fun puzzle, though, building a tiny tale out of six moving parts.

maybe we should do some kind of exquisite corpse thread next? Perhaps the running comments could be the workspace, in which writers add their bit to an ongoing story, or possibly add images, or simply offer links you think the reader should investigate (whether for artistic effect or information, or belly laughs).

I wonder if there’s an exquisite corpse software hack/tool that can be done, say for dogwaffle, which is a nice open-source paint program. This tool, as I see it, would permit visitors to the web page to choose a rectangle or other tiling shape on a virtual canvas, infinitely large if necessary. When you choose a specific area (which probably should be contiguous to any tiles already drawn) you sould see the neighboring tiles around yours, or the whole picture, and your edges should mesh with your neighbors so that forms relate to one another. See rules for traditional exquisite corpse:
http://www.nicedog.com/carol/corpse/corpse_howto.html
Their creations are organized as a tower of flat rectangles. But rectangles and squares are not the only possible tiles; triangles, hexagons, and even penrose tiles can be employed, any of which could lend an Escheresque air to compositions using many small tiles.
In any case, check out Andrei Codrescu’s nifty literary magazine/agora, also called the exquisite corpse.
http://www.corpse.org/

posted by .  on  06/25  at  12:33 AM



two lovers, different sides of fence.

posted by .  on  02/06  at  03:43 PM


Commenting is not available in this weblog entry.