Category Archives: Ultrashort

I was a kid

I was a kid,
and I had dreams,
of flying to space,
in a rocket machine,
but look at me now,
all tired and worn,
since I made a baby of my own.

Another ultrashort today

RIP John: Incidentally, you were innocent.

Several Six Word Stories

No money STOP Kill her STOP

I watch my dead body burning

Breakfast never came, I left home

In the beginning God was stillborn

[None of which, I’m sad to say, are a patch on Hemmingway’s effort:
“For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” – you can read a lot more examples in this article: Very Short Stories]