Hint Fiction

[Angeline]

Modern Shakespeare

I'm saying it ain't stars, it's our fault: we're just lousy underlings. Now the guy's dead and we're on the run?

Run on this, Brutus.



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[UnderYourSpell]

I use the same syllable counter that I use for the American sentences, it counts words too

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Flicking through photographs of summer sun and flowers, hard to imagine the morass outside my window is the same place and it will come again.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Hold steady my beautiful tree. I guarded your trunk from the saw with my own. Only your roots grasping the sodden earth hold you now.

 

[Angeline]

Modern GWTW

Good Lord they've burned Atlanta, Bonnie's dead and I'll never have Ashley. You don't give a damn and I...ooh look at those green curtains.

 

[Tsotha]

Dinner for one

A lovely evening dinner, exactly as I asked. Lobster tail, shrimp, apple pie, ice cream.

The priest prays; I walk the row one last time.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Dinner for one

A lovely evening dinner, exactly as I asked. Lobster tail, shrimp, apple pie, ice cream.

The priest prays; I walk the row one last time.

One wonders at your crime >>>>>>>>>> runs!!

 

[Tzara]

Tokyo in Ruins

We always went to the drive-in in Nancy’s car. I sat in the middle, Lisa outboard, so that I could kiss them both.

Yeah. Godzilla.

 

[theognis]

Beach Party

She whispered, "You came here with me, remember?"

 

[Tzara]

Modern GWTW

Good Lord they've burned Atlanta, Bonnie's dead and I'll never have Ashley. You don't give a damn and I...ooh look at those green curtains.

There have been a lot of really, really good responses to my prompt, but this is the funniest one.

Mr. eyez is lucky that I am happily married, else I would come looking for you, m'dear.

Not that, of course, I'd have chance of supplanting him in your affections. Nor would I want to.

But that is funny. Well, to me.

 

[theognis]

Tzara

I was glad to see this thread, as I'm a fan of hint fiction. I believe the term was coined by writer Robert Swartwood, who defines the genre this way: hint fiction : a story of 25 words or fewer that suggests a larger, more complex story.

I think my favorite example of hint fiction was written by Ernest Hemingway:

“For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”

 

[Tsotha]

One wonders at your crime >>>>>>>>>> runs!!

Haha. With the last two I was experimenting with twists; I feel it's an important element (to make the prose interesting, even at this length), but I can't quite capture it yet, and I think my first one was more poetic. And then there are theognis' examples to consider, which are really, really short and still manage to set up a complete scene...

I liked this one:

Hold steady my beautiful tree. I guarded your trunk from the saw with my own. Only your roots grasping the sodden earth hold you now.

I know which tree you're talking about, due to the bar thread, but suspending that knowledge, this serves as a kickstart to different scenes.

 

[Tsotha]

Searching for the spring

Upward tunnel of green. The fall's cold mist brushes my sore skin. Majestic white butterflies dance through shafts of sunlight. I'll never leave this pool.

 

[Tsotha]

The professional

Pushes me against the wall throws away my hat kisses me bites me draws blood—I hold her thigh.

"Did you kill them?" I ask.

 

[Tsotha]

Tricky got me in

A salacious slip of the tongue; that little push made her shudder. She looked at me, unsure whether to slap or kiss me. As intended.

 

[butters]

really enjoying these

 

[butters]

caught between high-tide and snow-melt flood, she was late realising standing on the river's bank was not the best place to be.

 

[butters]

"all fur-trimmed wellies, no knickers, that one" muttered a disgruntled resident lugging sandbags; finishing her piece to camera she turned, flashed him a smile.

 

[butters]

she sweats year-long in a kitchen, greasy, dreaming of snow. in january, she books two summer weeks in barbados - packs sun cream, slow roasts.

 

[butters]

a recipe of words, a little of this, a touch of that. allow to rest before turning up the heat. sticky fingers all licked clean.

 

[butters]

tucked in time between books and dreams, her life seemed something of an alternate reality - one of many varied worlds she inhabited, day to day.

 

[butters]

a fish in a pebble in a river running bright and sweet - past, present, future; history eroded, the fish wriggles free ~ laughing, swims, leaps.

 

[Tsotha]

a fish in a pebble in a river running bright and sweet - past, present, future; history eroded, the fish wriggles free ~ laughing, swims, leaps.

Ok, wow. I liked the previous one (tucked in time between books and dreams) very much, but this one is really cool!

 

[butters]

Ok, wow. I liked the previous one (tucked in time between books and dreams) very much, but this one is really cool!

cheers, tsotha! it's a HarryHill-inspired poem

 

[Angeline]

There have been a lot of really, really good responses to my prompt, but this is the funniest one.

Mr. eyez is lucky that I am happily married, else I would come looking for you, m'dear.

Not that, of course, I'd have chance of supplanting him in your affections. Nor would I want to.

But that is funny. Well, to me.

Yeah well I have a crush on your digital persona, too. Always have. I suppose it's best to bear in mind that EE and Mrs. T-zed have to deal with us 24/7. A sobering thought, eh?

Did you see my James Brown American Sentence? That one really happened!