 Sponsor | finestkind | Oct 17, 2006 4:13pm | Idea blatantly stolen from this site, who might have stolen it from Ernest Hemingway, so we're not the only thieves around here!
A story in six words. Hemingway's story:
"For sale: baby shoes, never used."
So, it's kinda like the one-sentence stories thread, but that's kind of became a one-sentence venting thread (I'm guilty of it, too). So here, it's only stories. (Thanks, SaveFerris, for the link!)
Mine:
They marched diligently, unwittingly, evermore westward. |
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|  | 501303 | Oct 17, 2006 4:34pm | | It was destiny, said their leaders. |
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|  Sponsor | nicky187 | Oct 17, 2006 5:10pm | | "Time to saddle up, move out." |
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|  Sponsor | Denise-R | Oct 17, 2006 6:46pm | | Yes, i really have to leave. |
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|  | 501303 | Oct 17, 2006 8:01pm | | Or they will leave without me. |
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|  Sponsor | SaveFerris | Oct 18, 2006 6:36am | | Born despised child: She became leader. |
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|  Sponsor | peasofgreen | Oct 18, 2006 6:57am | | Long auburn hair bound in leather, |
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|  | 501303 | Oct 18, 2006 10:54am | | She believed in her higher purpose. |
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|  Sponsor | peasofgreen | Oct 18, 2006 10:57am | | Boots on, six shooter in hand, |
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|  | 501303 | Oct 18, 2006 11:00am | | ready to kill to achieve it. |
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