Six Word Novels in the Tradition of Ernest Hemingway
Odyseuss. Homecoming. 20 years. Bit Late.
“Don’t touch that apple,” Adam warned.
In-laws. Crass. Complaining. Arctic melting. Send!
Take this job and. . .quarter, anyone?
Medication does strange things to people.
The bell tolls? I don’t hear. . .
Sunrise. Chicken lays an egg. Breakfast.
Hark? Who goes there? Not I.
Doorbell rings. No answer. Publisher’s Clearinghouse.
Odysseus. Vietnam Vet. Not home yet.
Homer. Odysseus. Seus. Yertle. Help Wanted.
“Don’t touch that apple,” Adam warned.
In-laws. Crass. Complaining. Arctic melting. Send!
Take this job and. . .quarter, anyone?
Medication does strange things to people.
The bell tolls? I don’t hear. . .
Sunrise. Chicken lays an egg. Breakfast.
Hark? Who goes there? Not I.
Doorbell rings. No answer. Publisher’s Clearinghouse.
Odysseus. Vietnam Vet. Not home yet.
Homer. Odysseus. Seus. Yertle. Help Wanted.
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