The haunting title’s a six-word short story, attributed to Ernest Hemingway. Catherina Fake asks her readers to write their own, and the results are priceless. My favourites:

Lucky, yes, but my twin wasn’t. That’s how winter came that year. The last man on Earth sits in his house. There is a knock at the door. (not six words but still great.) “Adam, apples are delicious!”

“Uh oh.” They lived, they suffered, they died. Walking home, she regained her virginity. Today, I threw her toothbrush away. Malkovich! Malkovich Malkovich, Malkovich Malkovich: Malkovich! (three words is enough) “I’m your dad?”

The fascination comes from what isn’t said in each of these stories.

(via SvN)