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The Contest is now closed.
To celebrate its upcoming Extremely Short Play Festival, New Theatre of Ottawa is sponsoring an Extremely Short Story Contest!
Our inspiration is Ernest Hemingway’s famous six-word short story: “For sale: baby shoes, never used.”
Here are the Extremely Short Rules:
- In the comments to this post, enter your name, email address and SIX WORD STORY. (Your email address will not be posted publicly.) Longer entries will be disqualified.
- All entries must have a time stamp no later than 11:59 pm, Sunday, April 29, 2011 (Ottawa time).
At the Festival preview on May 1, director John Koensgen will announce the winning entry. The winner will receive two complimentary tickets to the festival performance of his or her choice (May 3 through May 12).
“Division of Property”
John pulled. Suzy pulled. Timmy screamed.
“Knock, knock.”
“Who’s there?”
“Death.”
“Shit.”
“I’ll call.”
“I’m sure you will.”
Seeing the folded flag, she crumpled.
The door hadn’t been there before.
Six words is more than enough.
He lived. We sinned. He died.
She looked at him again. Silence.
One Choice. Love, or Death.
Unless..!
The light came on; she entered.
And then the clown danced. Endlessly.
Two tigers, one man, no rifle.
Father’s dead. Reminder: buy more bullets.
Heart available. Some bruises. As is.
“What happens if I press this…..?”
Bag and tag her. Close fridge.
discovered through feelings,
lost in thoughts.
Lover available – Back: Broken, Smile: Intact.
“Lemon or polonium?”, she interrogated radiantly.
Wanted: shovel, gun and three bullets.
Facebook is hell’s own cocktail party.
Scalpel sharpened, patient painted…. No pulse.
She woke, remembered and cried again.
Parachute deployed, powerline embraced. Cinders scattering.
The Sun finally swallows The Earth.
How about, “MIT dropout makes good as playwright.”
Shriek! A woman? Cat. Where’s Karen?
My daddy doesn’t live here anymore.
Oh, shit.
Not again…
Fuck me.
And they lived cliched ever after.
Did curiousity really kill Schrodinger’s cat?
Peering closer, the gravestone read… “run.”
What is truth… Lies agreed upon.
The war was over… For some.
Save the cat… Shoot the dog.
Compared to you – We are shadow.
What’s with these time travelling Nazis?
Wanted new husband – Old one broken.
The robot’s name was Lucy IV.