Ernest Hemingway was reportedly once challenged to write a short story in only six words. Here it is:
For sale: baby shoes, never worn.
This has spawned an enterprise known as the Six-Word Memoir.
So what is your memoir, in exactly six words?
Reader Friday: Your Six-Word Memoir
Never grow up; working so far.
Overworked, underpaid, unappreciated; still happily teaching.
Love these. Nice work. Let’s have more! (7 word appreciation)
Tried to write a book. Succeeded.
Military brat gamer turned fiction writer.
Must write. Who will read it?
Body found under pile of cats.
In the end, he got it.
Started late but found good dog.
Discovered fingers, then wrote for tuppence.
Remember this: Show. Do not tell.
Lost in desert. Back in ten.
You ate what? That’s gonna burn.
Voices in my head, talking, acting.
Born to write. Stuck at work.
Did one smart thing at 21.
Disregard all past actions; seize today.
Living the writer’s life; plugging away.
Loved true and lost. Try again.
Size actually does matter, she said
Redrum! Murder? No red rum…tasty.
I ate a one ton tomato!
The Blue Or The Red Pill?
Basil: Hands, too much time on.
Ever restless. Feet settled. Fingers refuse.
Learned to read. Enjoy to write.
Trials and tribulations. Forward — write on.
I left – he didn’t stop me.
Met at balloon race. Still going.
Gone fishing. Returned. Shampoo, rinse, repeat.