Results
She threw the pregnancy test into the trash can and curled up on the bed, tears flowing freely down her face. Negative again.
The premise is this: Create an ulta-short story that consists wholly of 23 WORDS. Sci-fi, fantasy, satire, horror, whatever genre you want, but it can only be made of 23 words. So choose carefully. I realised that making this challenge 5 months long was just tooooooooo long a deadline, so I've nipped and tucked it back to the 23rd day of the _2ND_ month (which, as it's written in America, is 2/23/10). Now you're time is running thin! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! But still, Have fun! +))
She threw the pregnancy test into the trash can and curled up on the bed, tears flowing freely down her face. Negative again.
So empty, so blank, so cold. Looking out the window all I see ahead of me is opportunity! My final destination is unknown!
Today, Somebody fell in love, Somebody died, Somebody got hurt, Somebody cried, Somebody discovered their dreams, and We, as authors, wrote it down.
“The fish” said the lady “Sorry we’re out of the fish.” Replied the waiter ”That’s not good enough.” She exclaimed The waiter sighed
The Earth began to turn again, as the battle was done. All life was gone. Time to start anew. “Let there be light!”
Sitting still, his young mind raced with a love for adventures he would never have. The tumor, so said the doctors, was inoperable.
The speed he traveled at was second only to the speed at which his mind was racing. The wall, however, lacked a velocity.
Someone screamed her name. Too late to care now. One small step and she was over the edge, then it all went black.
‘Here we go: “Baby shoes for sale. Never worn.”’ ‘Tommy is not wearing a dead baby’s shoes. Let’s splurge! Target’s got a sale.’
The door opened. “I thought you said goodbye.” “Yeah,” he grinned. “Now I’m saying hello.” She slammed the door shut in his face.
Amazingly, blood oozed from more than 125 stab wounds, yet she still lived! In frustration, the world’s worst serial killer turned himself in.
Leaves descended, rain fell. She left his body, dying words urging her on. How could she survive without her brother? She was alone.
Henry felt oddly constrained. He felt like he was in a tiny box, like he was a mime. Henry was quickly, painfully crushed.