nixsight

Started by Hemingway and wired, continued by various people, and presented here as a diversion from thinking about the impending nanowrimo: Stories in six words. I will add to this as and when I think of more.

2 lifeforms enter, three lifeforms leave.
Just drive, she said. Smoking. Bleeding.
Had the last laugh. Died funny.
Someone lost an eye. Exit fun.
She kissed he cried they parted.
I’m gunna keep on loving you.
High concept? Just another donkey show.
200 guns, 100 men.
Dissatisfied wife finds love with midget.
Her last words were his trigger.
“I didn’t mean to…” it said.
Unaided flight ”fun”? Not so much.
Superheroes but, you know, grown up.
The kid in burberry buys it.
Final act, nothing resolved, closure MIA?
Studio 60 mid-season turnaround imminent?
… and suddenly, the creatures stood revealed…
“Brevity”, he said, “arsehole of wit.”
“Wash off the blood? What blood?”
I have to eat her all?
“So that’s what humility tastes like…”
You’ve been drive-by queer-guyed!

Added 31/10/2006:
Two dads. No mum. Hilarity ensues.
Two dads. Estranged mum. Hilarity ensues.
6 friends. No others allowed in.
Hippy parents BUT ultra conservative son!
Retard ends up saving the day.
Whole damn journey is homoerotic metaphor!
My stupid dog, the alien overlord?
My drooling dog, the second coming?
Two days to retirement. Already dead.
Ripped it up and started again.