Hemingway six word story

He rode off into the sunset

 

Three go in. Then humour occurs.

 

Dead. Vultures circle. This isn't heaven.

 

House for sale: Windows are optional.

 

I don't like it. It stinks.

 

Robot regrets its lack of emotion.

 

I love Amanda --- No, Betty --- No, Carla --- No ---.

 

Bartender died. This beer's for him.

(True story, found out today that my college bartender died last night. I wasn't extremely close to him, but he was a big part of the community. I'm drinking my last beer now, glad I saved it.)

 

Quit your job, find another one.

 

I'm not in the mood, yet.

 

It's like a revolution, but not.

 

What does this red button do?

 

Just wipe it on the pillow.

 

She burnt the house down, rebooting.

 

Fist met plastic. The keyboard shattered.

 

"Vodka"
"Ice?"
"I'm famous"
"Ice?".
"No."

 

"You wouldn't dare drop me in the water."

 

"You're expected."
"Oh, I doubt that."

 

Really cool guy seeks mindless bimbo.

 

And still, you live in dreams.

 

"I waited ten years for YOU?"

 

So many of these are depressing! Here are a couple of my attempts:


I died. I live. Thank you.

Wanted: anaconda, ghee, webcam, better friends.

 

"Six words are plenty of space."

 

"Claire, I'm sorry. I am gay."

 

"Rabid zoo panther eats drunk intruder."