TSS six word micro-fiction competition.
The six word short story was brought to public attention by Hemingway’s (cough, cough) famous piece: ‘For sale: baby shoes, never worn.’
It’s a fantastic example of tight, concise writing with a punch. Why not have a go at our own challenge? It’s weekly and free to enter. Simply provide your name, email address, and story in the form at the bottom of the page.
Next deadline: Sunday 2nd April 2017
Some further details:
- Six words maximum. Preferably in English.
- Competition closes 24:00 BST every Sunday.
- Our favourites will be published at some point the following week, on this page.
- We reserve the right NOT to publish any if the standard is not up to scratch.
That’s it, good luck!
Bombs. Boat. Tent. Out! in Berlin.
Love at first, and only, sight.
‘L’ breaks loose in Pub-ic Area.
Irrepressible desperation. Explosive relief. No paper.
He buried the hatchet – with her.
Eye patch error at Pilates party.
For Rent: Fully furnished, includes husband.
Skinny wife, curvy mistress, expensive divorce.
Scientist seeks apprentice. Ideally without family.
Fart. Elevator emptied. All but me.
False leg lost. Found? Ring 07856 253787
P. J. Stephenson
Morning zombie; evening ghost: unforgiving mirror.
Sharon Marie Jones
Six Birthday candles will burn eternally.
My inflatable girlfriend: what a let-down.
Tide’s in. Lifebelt’s gone; shoes float.
Selling skis, boots, poles, and crutches.
Easter Bunny dropped eggs and scrambled.
Lucky pants let him down. Shit.
Grandma watches us from the mantelpiece.
Johnny Tench: died today. Buried yesterday.
Without you, I can be me.
One marriage, two dads, three kids.
Broken heart seeks builder for reconstruction.
‘Wrong size, perhaps?’ she said, hopefully.
Dead, he finally caused a stink.