Today I have mostly been trying to write Six Word Stories. These are, as the name suggests, stories in only six words. There are lots of them around, if you look.
Apparently Ernest Hemmegnway started them, with this poignant narrative:
"For sale: baby shoes, never worn."
And others have followed, mostly miles behind. My personal favourite is Alan Moore's:
"Machine. Unexpectedly, I’d invented a time"
Anyway, As I say, I have been trying my hand at these, and it was inevitable that, in trying to make them personal, I ended up doing some tranny ones. Since I'm not going to post them anywhere associated with Mr X, I thought I'd stick them here. After all, it's not every day you invent a new literary genre - six word tranny fiction. Except, of course, that strictly it's not fiction.
I managed three that I thought were worth sharing. Together they form a sort of narrative of their own:
"His trousers hung next to his dress."
"The mirror showed him Rachel's reflection."
"Satisfied, he hid her away again"
I know; not that good. But as creative as I get.