Hemingway once wrote a story in just six words (“For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”). It is claimed to have been his best work. In the spirit of Hemingway, my 16 yo and 13 yo challenged each other to write 6-word stories

Elves

Myth? Maybe. Only the earth knows.

Dog

Even in cages, tails still wag.

Bucket

Around, even once you kick it.

Jupiter

Why myths happen? Jupiter had sex.

Big C 

Blacksmith of new words, pleads guilty.

Mill Pond Park

Swing back, forward before memories fall.

Puppies

They stay; though they could leave.

Humans

Humans? What humans? Only monsters roam.