Six Word Short Stories
For sale: baby shoes, never worn.
-Ernest Hemingway
Machine. Unexpectedly, I’d invented a time.
-Alan Moore
Lie detector eyeglasses perfected: Civilization collapses.
-Richard Powers
The baby’s blood type? Human, mostly.
-Orson Scott Card
Longed for him. Got him. Shit.
-Margaret Atwood
Epitaph: Foolish humans, never escaped Earth.
-Vernor Vinge
(Source: cinderellainrubbershoes, via bokononice9)