A Lesson Learned
The moral of this tale is that it is possible to write a short story in one sentence and under fifty words - twenty eight words, to be precise.
A Detective Story
A Short Moral
Now I know the murderer - it was Colonel Mustard in the bedroom with the candlestick.
Their son died aged four, and they were both shocked when their second child turned out not to resemble her dead brother in appearance or character, but that, they learned, is because every human is unique, and the memory is better than any attempt at replacement.
Formulaic Love Story
They met, hated each other and so you can probably guess the ending - they fall madly in love.
Mills and Boon
A wise Chinaman once said if you can't say what you have to say in fewer than twelve lines, you should say nothing at all, so I'll just stop here.
Rich man dallies with shallow blonde before realising on page 94 that dowdy brunette is actually a breathtaking beauty, and whisks her off to a luxuriant life of sensuousness and material possessions which she deserves for being so spiritual and visionary and brown-haired.
21st Century Feminism
Buy flowers, hold doors, carry my bag, walk on the outside, pay for dinner, dominate me sexually and get rid of the spider on my desk right now or I'm firing your ass.
We jumped out in front of cars to make drivers brake and make them angry and make them say we were stupid and would get killed before we were 16, but we never believed them until Craig got killed before he was 14.
What a Bitch!
My mother always told me that if you can't say anything nice about a person, you should not say anything at all.
World's Worst Epitaph
She Meant Well.
I think this sentence is really good.
All I Ever Needed to Know I Learned From My Cat
Sleep, dream, own a human, purr when pleased, stay warm, be loved, be independent, be furry, shred toilet paper, claim all furniture as yours, moult with intent, be mysterious, groom, sneeze politely, find a lap where you are always welcome, display uninhibited affection and always follow the sun.
Of all the parts of me that could have been flat, it had to be my bloody eyes.
True gentility is not about money and to hell with anyone who messes with your heart.
War and Peace
Haven't read it, sorry.
I'm fat, spotty, ugly, he'll never fancy me, my parents don't understand me, my creativity is stifled, I must own a purple hoody, I'm anti-conformist, nobody appreciates my unbearable trauma, my life is ruined and, ooh, telephone!
I'm having a whale of a time, honest.