Write A Really Short Story In 50 Words Or Less

[YelloWCarD]

"A Man And His Career"


He looked down at his new shoes,shined for the
first day of his career.His father's words
of hard work rung true.He was determined to be
as professional.He looked through the window
and said the following,"Would like fries with that?"

WRITE YOUR OWN SHORT STORY WITH ONLY 50 WORDS OR LESS..

[Watershed]

Marian gazed at the sky and knew all was lost, the twin men through themselves from their bounds into a rubbly grave. It was all gone, because the firey planes came down and took it away. All was gone, and it would never come back, except in dreams.

[Granny5]

Finally all the study, all the hard work in college was going to pay off. Barbie would be the strong, independent woman she had dreamed of being, free of house rules and parents. Today she had her freedom. The wedding march began.

[ampoule]

Inamorata

"Meet me now," he begged.
"You're crazy! It's midnight!" she answered incredulously, but with enough question in her voice that he pushed her.
"Then why did you answer my email? I know you're interested. Please. Now."
He waited, eyes closed, not breathing.
Then finally, "Okay, I'll be right there."

[PrinceMyshkin]

Below are the fifty words. The story might come later!

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[Anza]

One day, a kitten took a walk. The End. (Sorry, I love sarcasm)

[Aston]

Her eyes gleamed in curiousity, wondering what goes where and who does what. She saw boxes on boxes on boxes. Wondering what little stories she could find and how many different lives created in peoples imaginations. Boxes full of books.

Sweet little story ^^

[ampoule]

Jupiter

The director tapped his baton on the edge of his music stand. "The music coming around is taken from a favorite of mine, The Planets, by Gustav Holst."
As the piano began with the introduction we watched him disappear into space as our voices followed him to Jupiter.

[DickZ]

This is simply a response to ampoule's interesting short short story, and does not represent my attempt at writing my own short short story.

The only motivation I have for posting this is that a) ampoule's story concerns a musical director, and b) I recently read a book that included an anecdote about another musical director. Here's the anecdote, and I don't claim authorship in any way:

One of the many incidents described in the book, which covers just the summer months of 1911, involved the British conductor Sir Thomas Beecham. Apparently he was having trouble getting his lead female cellist to produce whatever sound he thought would be appropriate for a particular piece of music.

In front of the entire symphony orchestra, he said in a rage, “Madam, you hold between your legs an instrument that could give great pleasure to thousands, but all you can do is scratch it.”

[LadyW]

One day, a kitten took a walk. The End. (Sorry, I love sarcasm)

Ha ha ha ha, sorry I found that really funny...

Unrequited Love
We had sat there. We had sat for hours in a curious silence, passing the occasional glance. I could feel his stare upon me; I turned to enquire and his mouth parted.
“I love you.”
Guilt’s load did fall upon my heart like an iron weight.
I turned away.

[ampoule]

This is simply a response to ampoule's interesting short short story, and does not represent my attempt at writing my own short short story.

The only motivation I have for posting this is that a) ampoule's story concerns a musical director, and b) I recently read a book that included an anecdote about another musical director. Here's the anecdote, and I don't claim authorship in any way:

One of the many incidents described in the book, which covers just the summer months of 1911, involved the British conductor Sir Thomas Beecham. Apparently he was having trouble getting his lead female cellist to produce whatever sound he thought would be appropriate for a particular piece of music.

In front of the entire symphony orchestra, he said in a rage, “Madam, you hold between your legs an instrument that could give great pleasure to thousands, but all you can do is scratch it.”

You absolutely tickle me!

[imthefoolonthehill]

Gordon Lish watched me write this story.
All that was left was death and stoic faces.

[toni]

Dark Angel

She kept secrets behind ancient smiles on the cemetery gates. At your husband's wake, she flapped her wings in mourning and shed a black feather on his corpse. She was there when you lost your grandma, and generations before. She was the one who gathered roses at your coffin door.



(excluding the title, that is 50 words )

[kiz_paws]

The old man caught a fish for a meagre supper. When he arrived home, bent and tired from the day's labours, his angry wife taunted him, and challenged him to throw it back into the lake. So together they went to the lake and he tossed the old woman in.

[tractatus]

Oookey, I have fixed it, said plumber, now you can shower again.
- What about a bath? said widow.