Six Word Stories

I'm sure most people have heard of the great Hemingway short story that consisted of only six words.

For sale: baby shoes, never worn.

Those six powerful words are impossible to emulate, however, in Nick's house, we can but try.

These aren't by me but my eleven year old son. (Mine are inaccessible at present. Later.)

By Jacob Burrill:

Investigation is closed, but not solved.

Friends are gone, but not forgotten.

Aliens may attack or could abduct.

Wake up. Out of bed. Dead.

London bridge falling down. People scream.  (My favourite.)

Let's hope he writes more, I think there is a new talent emerging.

Bad news

Got the dreaded e-mail today - 'thanks for your submission, unfortunately...' etc. Nevermind. Although it does mean that the short story that was rejected still belongs to me.
Anyway, I've definitely finished 'The last hand' now and I'm hoping to send it off in the next week or so.
My next post should be on some stories that Jacob (young son) and I have both come up with.
Keep you posted.

I'm back!

A thousand apologies to all my readers (all three of you). I have been away from this blog for a long time. Why? you ask.
The answer is: I don't know. Sometimes things just get away from you - isn't that a lesson of life.
However the result is now I'm back, and with a new short story too.

I've penned a story called 'The last hand'. It's about a condemned man being questioned on the whereabouts of one of his victims. Although all is not as it seems.

Other news: I'm still waiting for news of 'A small town robbery'. Among many others, it is being read for an American anthology. Patience.

Anyway, I'm glad that I have finally returned and I'll let you know if there is any other news very soon.