December 2011
6-word short stories
For sale: baby shoes, never worn. -Ernest Hemingway
Machine. Unexpectedly, I’d invented a time -Alan Moore
Lie detector eyeglasses perfected: Civilization collapses. -Richard Powers
The baby’s blood type? Human, mostly. -Orson Scott Card
Longed for him. Got him. Shit. -Margaret Atwood
Epitaph: Foolish humans, never escaped Earth. -Vernor Vinge
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“TO THE YOUNG WHO WANT TO DIE
Sit down. Inhale. Exhale.
The gun will wait. The...
– Gwendolyn Brooks (via horreure)
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Birthday - Andrea Gibson
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Birthday At 12 years old I started bleeding with the moon and beating up boys who dreamed of becoming astronauts. I fought with my knuckles white as stars, and left bruises the shape of Salem. There are things we know by heart, and things we don’t. At 13 my friend Jen tried to teach me how to blow rings of smoke. I’d watch the nicotine rising from her lips like...
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