November is National Novel Writing Month. So, we’re presenting a challenge to you. Write a novel in 12 words or less and
send it to us at onthemedia@wnyc.org. Or post it here
in our comments section. The deadline is November 19th. We'll read
our favorites on the air Thanksgiving weekend. Good luck!
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The awakening of male sexuality came to her
as Billy Edward’s hamstrings.
Entries from my English 100 class:
(Volunteered entries)
Andrew: I aimed and shot at a big buck, then it fell.
Kelsie: The brown dog was little, then it became big and tall.
Michael: Dawn of humanity, cradle of civilization of human and natural resources.
BilliJo: There was a warrior, who was lost. His family was very sad.
Nicole: Purple rain. Pink clouds. Drunk rainbow.
(Coerced entries)
Kelly: My father spanked me when I swore at a bully. Mom laughed.
Greg: They laughed, they cried, they died.
Casey: The car hit a tree. The ambulance came. No survivors were found.
Evelyn: Ugly woman falls in love with an attractive man and they got married.
Meralys: In love with Jaydon. Family doesn't approve, run away and be happy
Tyler B: A man in the world, lives to be a legend.
Cam: I sat down as nothing and walked away with everything.
Nicole: Bunny ran. Bunny Laughed. Bunny died.
Tyler H: The play began, I caught the ball, and I scored a touchdown.
Kaitlin: There once was a boy, who lived in the forest but died.
“Reflection”
He shot himself to death, aiming at a face in the mirror
“Plane Down, 1969”
In the cemetery sea not even an oil slick marked their grave
“Farmer”
Died at dusk, pushing a mule across the field with a plow
12 word novel submission:
Findley died. Sally cried. As a single tear fell, she solemnly flushed.
Thanksgiving Metamorphosis
Awakening, the world spoke loudly, understanding, they smiled - thankful for this life!
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone....
( 12 word novel entry)
How much?
One million, three hundred thousand, six hundred and eighty dollars and change.
MENTOR POWER
Dark skinned Teen, run down school.
Mentor enters, a new life begins.
I heard you were recently deceased. So, that's why you never called.
Eggs, butter, flour, sugar. Add chocolate chips. Equals grandchildren eating cookie dough.
Before she stood up, she was lifted away. I will always remember.
I felt prolific so I wrote two novels...
They suffered, then the bountiful harvest, invited all and thanked the Lord.
Chapter one: Tolerance
Chapter two: Understanding
Chapter three: Trust
Chapter four: Unity
For the OTM novel challenge:
It was the best of contests. It was the worst of contests.
I dream you into reality. Luck or fate? Maybe both.
(My 12 word or less novel)
Everyday I take the easy way. No stress. Today will be different.
3 more entries:
Meteors thuds. Lava spluts. Dinos die. Humans rise. See above.
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"Elect me. I know nothing." "I know less." "You win."
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Swept down the river, she found new life as a podiatrist.
Here are six (now five*) novels, each in 4-9 wds.
1. Chris moved on. Terry didn't.
2. Earth warmed. Everything changed, including their family.
3. Woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof.
4. She thought they'd know better by now. Apparently not.
5. She finally told the truth. Everything changed.
Darn! Cyberspace ate my first batch, and I've forgotten a whole novel.
If I ever get off this gravel road, I'm never coming back.
TITLE: Invention, Marriage and Career Move
Myra knew it wouldn't work. Nevertheless, Tokyo was fun. Luckily, she knits.
The End
TITLE: Martha - An Autobiography
I made billions. Prison didn't count. Tivoed, I cook, cook, cook forever.
The End.
Six novels, each in 4-9 wds.
1. Chris moved on. Terry didn't.
2. Things went smoothly until the crash.
3. Finally she told the truth. Everything changed.
4. Earth warmed. Everything changed, including them.
5. She thought they'd know better by now. Apparently not.
6. Woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof.
story#1 title:pride :: My turn!Thanksgiving! Everyone take a seat. ... Pie? Forgot sugar?!? Not sweet! story#2 title: November Fever :: Cat up tree. Yellow dog jumps; hunter's last chance. Dang! A dog. story#3 title:Novella Fotunella :: Read! the news; Bush is schooled by all dictators. Be not fooled!!
I can't without you. Yes I can. I did it. Bye.
Title: Organic Food Ameliorates Ailments!
Organic food has "colleagues" to replace what ailment stole, eventually, of course.
The lifeless planet had only a few remaining buildings to keep company.
His enormous lottery winnings enabled him to create his own private Hell.
Pain of taking a drink was greater than the pain of stopping!
Hot chocolate in her coffee stings the teeth. Early morning, piling homework.
12 word novel:
Once, Glacier sped
Then, Glacier slowed
Now, Glacier stopped
Tomorrow, Glacier dies
Each time I enter a public restroom, I'm relieved to see urinals.
If I could sleep with the radio on we'd still be together.
TITLE: "So-so, or not?"
That that was, was so so-so, that that that wasn't, wasn't.
Never had I encountered someone so extraordinary, nor would I ever again.
BANG!
"AHHhhhh."
"The butler, ..."he's DEAD."
"Ah ha! The master did it!!!"
Hitting The Beach
The ill-equipped schoolboy looked confused as the first bullets ripped through him.
Before the Collapse
Heather made her last call as the heat grew unbearable. Angles waited
Title: Experience Trumps ALL!
Trauma, long ago, fixing futile, rebuilding with organic food successful...wiseman patience!
My son would have been 25 this year.
If he had lived.
She was positive she was adopted.
And crushed that she wasn't.
Fire.
Her cat saved her life.
So why wasn't she happy?
Forget your sign.
I'd rather know
Your expiry date.
"Jesus Murphy" Grampa yelled.
Never knew till then.
That He was Irish.
Title: Dr. Meth
"Our basement exploded," explained my naive client. "My uncle is a scientist."
My hair is white at 50.
Time to start living, I think.
I was wrong.
Short novels are easy.
It's winning that's hard.
They said I would never amount to anything.
I showed thm.
Maybe.
Who knew a blind girl could shoot a gun?
Came in handy.
I had no idea.
Really.
That hairpiece is so natural.
I bought a dress today.
Took me back to 1975.
Bad idea.
I found a home for my battered spirit.
Then had to leave.
Dinner menu in her head.
Clutching grocery list.
She never saw death.
Anna cries every night: The baby looks too much like his father.
This is my novel submission
I loved you.
I don't now.
Wait.
I never did.
My kitten dreams and yelps.
His nightmares aren't anything like mine.
I left the snow and ice for eternal sunshine.
And blossomed.
No one told me the wig was a bad idea.
Time begins.
Life evolves into Man.
Man bad--
Starts WAR!
Ends time.
To be Jewish in a Catholic body is hell.
But strangely ecstatic.
She was born blind.
But not stupid.
And she proved it.
MY SISTER HAD WRITTEN FATHER'S OBITUARY-HE IS
SURVIVED BY ONE DAUGHTER.
MY SISTER HAD WRITTEN FATHER'S OBITUARY- HE IS
SURVIVED BY ONE DAUGHTER.
12 word novel
An Old Man's Thoughts
Life.
A blink,
A sigh.
A tear into the river of time.
Sorry for the spelling error.
Title: The Listener
If you're hearing this message "on the air," something went terribly wrong.
Novel in 12 words
MY SISTER HAD WRITTEN FATHER'S OBITUARY-HE
IS SURVIVED BY ONE DAUGHTER.
Title: The Listener
If you're hearing this message "on the air," somthing went terribly wrong.
Don't Cry.
I'm Ashamed.
I Really Love You.
I Can Explain.
life's too short. five'll do.
the end.
wait...seven. no, nine!
sh*t.
Wild buffalo, migrating from Yellowstone, are gunned down by Montana cattle barons.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=joSrf7Qi7Cw
The Cat Saw.
The Mouse Leaped.
Life Or Death?
Who's Smiling Now?
Froze..
Time Stopped As I Saw "The Place".
We Were Lovers Long Ago.
"Don't Touch That!", I Said.
He Didn't Listen.
I'm All Alone Now.
"She may be ugly but she's all mine."
"What women really want is a girlfriend with a penis."
"The only kind of luck I have is bad luck."
INSOMNIA
Up late with coffee and 15 spare minutes.
Nice contest, bed now.
"all men secretly wish they were soldiers, gangsters or heroes"
It's a lonely life for a losing liar; cheating at solitaire.
VISITOR
From the stars it came, skirted the atmosphere, and vanished.
Why now?
MULTIPLE
Sometimes I ask:
"Are these my hands today?"
And someone else answers.
Private papers, public sale.
DOUBT
A blast, then blood. Did he deserve it?
God, I hope so.
Private papers, public welcome.
PRESSURE
"Yes!" He insisted.
"No," she refused.
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
She paused. "Okay."
"For sale: baby shoes, never worn." by Ernest Hemingway
The beer went down easily. It's the only thing that ever does.
She gradually discovered that the Golden Rule does not apply to masochists.
I found poems called “Death” on her nightstand: she was gone forever.
A western:
Blood-soaked ace on the card table. Saloon doors swing.
He left his wife for me. Years later, it’s my turn alone.
Land of liberty
Went mad with power.
Flip that damn burger, Fatso!
My eyes’ celestial journey halted as the fireflies danced at my feet.
"A Child's Tale"
The cat finally got revenge. “Nobody likes a whiner,” he purred viscously.
My fantasy/sci-fi submission:
She smiled, and cast her eyes upon me. They bounced.
That will be one too many. So we won't bring her.
Buddhist shrine. Grandmother's portrait in cherrywood. Her dead gaze never left me.
Title: "Dutch"
"I'll pay." he said.
"I'll pay." she said.
They agreed.
They ate.
For your consideration:
There was no warning sign on the road.
Everything was happening exactly as those in her nightmare.
Shockenly, there was no film in the camera.
Tearing off his mask, the surgeon slumped to the floor.
His reflection did not appear in the mirror!
The warning label had been removed from the pill bottle.
Sex with my mom? I'm outta here. Oh no. I'm blind now.
They said "I do" but in my head I was screaming DON'T.
Call my Starbucks barista. Ask "is she male?" Then wait for wail.
Title: "Deathbed"
"I'm dying; my life is flashing before me."
"Where are my glasses?"
Strike, a silent keyboard. I'll catch up on the tan and sleep.
EASY ASSEMBLY. Who are they kidding?
The directions said the chair would hold 250 pounds. It didn't.
"Would you "tup" if you had the opportunity?"
"No way!"
It's fun to get a real letter. Something that's not a bill.
Seizures. Autism. Why my kids? Who will love them after I'm gone ?
Together, they pledged to win the next, and last, election.
-- SCAM
My mother said she gave up baseball when the Dodgers left Brooklyn.
Home was a ham sandwich on Pepperidge Farm bread. I miss that.
Little did she know that the unexpected detour would lead back home.
Short novel entry:
Record almost broken.
You're fired!" bellowed Brad.
"For what?" Steve cried.
"Speling erors, you dumas!"
Little did she know that the unexpected detour would lead back home.
His last meal never arrived; it was a false pardon.
Title: The Frat Boy, The Genie and a Substantial Loss in Federal Tax Revenue
“To Hell With Georgia!” he cheered during the football game.
“Wish granted.”
(Hey, the big Tech/UGA game is this week...)
Making a seven course meal isn’t hard. Effectively hiding the poison is.
“What time is it?”
“Time for you to get a watch.”
“Jerk.”
I'm so lonely. Will this ache every stop? Help me.
title of novel: we are won!
pregnant. sick. emergency. premature. separated. isolated. tubes. wires. time. healing. homecoming. motherhood.
The Great American Novel (abridged)
Like all of us, he died never knowing what it was about.
He stretched his neck across the writer's block, welcoming sweet steel relief.
Kissing cousins. Licking dangerously. Mom and pop to twisted tots. Grandma rolls.
Joey said, "Your mother has stories about everything even Epsom salts."
He left me to raise Peter on my own. I thanked him.
Wake. Shower. Groom. Dress. Rehearse. Walk. Arrive. Order. Sit. Fidget.
Meet her.
"Stupid contest!" she screamed.
"But I could win," he whimpered.
"Fat chance!"
"The Birthday"
“Dinner parties should be easier for septuagenarians,” she lamented.
Reticence prevails again.
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(this is fun!!!)
As a writer she'd love this shit. That's only seven said mom.
His stretched his neck across the writer's block, welcoming sweet steel relief.
"Son?"
"Yeah?"
"Did I ever tell you about..."
"Yep, you did."
"Oh."
I thought This house will feel so empty soon. It does.
Kissing cousins. Licking dangerously. Mom and pop to twisted tots. Oh my!
OTM entry 12 word novel
Title -50 and counting
Fifty years together, two great children, Thank you Sally.
My best friend
Two entries for the writing contest.
Her epitaph: I told you this house was killing me, you bastard.
When she said he pissed her off, he thought she was joking.
Slicing turkey for one at last, George smiled at his knife's accomplishments.
He had flair. She turned out to be practical. History. Inevitability.
“Here?”
“No.”
“Here?”
“Nope.”
“How about here?”
“Definitely not.”
“Here?”
“That’ll work.”
The fountain bubbled peacefully in sharp contrast to Sal’s final moments.
The open wilderness can be deadly. That’s why Al lives in Boston.
He had flair. She turned out to be practical. History. Inevitability.
No one knew Bill killed Sally. Guilty ulcers killed Bill. Karma wins!
"My Good Boy"
The fire was absolute.
Sirens.
"Mother is gone," James biked away muttering.
He had flair. She turned out to be practical. History. Inevitability.
He had flair. She turned out to be practical. History. Inevitability.
"Denim"
Incomparable joy! Pull them up, zip, button. They haven't fit in years.
"Ex"
He doesn't know where you are. He can't hurt you anymore.
A plane takes off. A plane lands. Everyone is ok. Except me.
"6:45 pm"
Considering the universe, Susan abandoned the bisque. Dinner: a waste of time.
Wearing a smile, she said, "good morning." I fell in love again.
A novel in twelve words, by Emma, four years old.
Adapted by her daddy from her 31 word opus, “In the Shadow of the Moonlight”
In the moonlight, a tiny, tiny, little bird hatched.
It was me!
I lived sweetly, swinging in the wind, while daydreaming of better days.
"The Trip"
Hong Kong was a lifetime ago. Weeks later, he unpacked her suitcase.
2 more -
She started complaining early, upside down!
Three days after his execution, he was seen up and about.
“My wife, my son, my kingdom for a thirteenth word!” cried the
But, it is my job to be verbose, she said on television.
She was short.
Her story, too.
There ain’t much else to tell.
Two submissions....
The wolf called. She followed, finding wisdom between shadows and the moon.
Brittle memories shattered as time took him from her. Finally, they reunite.
Falling into that black hole didn't kill him. Losing his gravitas did.
A mathematics career was denied me. So I wrote twelve word novels instead.
George’s parachute was shredded.
A religious man, he said his final… Splat!
"The Trip"
Hong Kong was a lifetime ago. Weeks later, he unpacked her suitcase.
Depressed with writer’s block, it was me or my novel.
The End.
Cancer scared her. She asked us not to leave. We stayed forever.
“Joe died,” spat Earl.
Ed nodded.
Short on words, they buried him.
Six words into his first novel, Sam's lonely wife murdered him.
Here's my entry:
The Novel's Title is "Crocodile Tears"
She thought graveside tears fooled them.
Wrong.
Handcuffs bruised Lillian's bejeweled wrists.
The feline empire collapsed, its best young minds gone soft on milk.
Cancer Condolences, Addiction, Remorse, Sobriety, Weakness, Sobriety Again, Relocation, Hired, Breath Again
12 Words 14 Months
Cancer
Condolences
Addiction
Remorse
Sobriety
Weakness
Sobriety Again
Relocation
Hired
Breath Again
12 Words 14 Months
Cancer
Condolences
Addiction
Remorse
Sobriety
Weakness
Sobriety Again
Relocation
Hired
Breath Again
Here are four 12 word novels:
A twelve-word novel? Damn you NPR, another Sunday evening lost. Writer's Block.
Justice, his intent, his enemy was stronger and winners write history
He, a virgin, sought her, the prostitute. Intercourse inevitable; innocence lost again.
It started happy, grew sad, became blinded by depression; now rests peacefully.
Cheers
"Black Trees on the Wall"
She turned off the lights. Moonlight was enough to end it all.
12 word novel
Title: Myth Busters: Fire and Flatulence
Surveying burnt boxers, braised buttocks, & baked-beans, Jamie announced, "Myth confirmed."
The cat lady perceived a Disney idyll; the little birds discerned Guantanamo.
My own original 12 word novel
"Mother's Calling"
My mother saw a falling star.
I got burnt.
She did not.
Her death of embolism, I revived her but she passed before arrival..
"Impermanence"
by Michael Rubinstein
A single phone call and your life will never the same.
Felicity tribute:
"Can't wait to see what the city looks like when it snows."
This is obviously not mine... it's from Felicity's pilot episode by JJ Abrams.
"Insignificance"
by Michael Rubinstein
A man lived and then he died.
Each book, half-read, left his thoughts ill-formed. Never an argument done.
Summer left, leaves fell. Trees forget each year the cold naked winters.
Bold stallion, muscled and lean. Femur snaps. Glue.
Fools wed
Fury reigned
Love lost
Passion stained.
My 12-word novel, "Moby Dick Reloaded"
The white whale returned. He slimmed down, got revenge and an agent.
Oh, c'mon people. A non-entry:
How to Write a Novel in Twelve Words or Less
See title (s'il vous plaît).
He broke his bat, hung up his cleats, but kept his mitt.
Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce brought us this masterpiece:
"From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever."
a few novels:
Having lunch. She called. Accident. Our baby died. Thirty years ago today.
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Snuck under the fence. The carny caught me. Hired me. Life changed.
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Hopped freight. Went West. Found me. Flew home.
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Loved. Screwed up. Lost. Exist only for and because of our children.
Caught, while dreams lapped at the Old Man, a lionfish. Finally, release.
Spies - bombs- pretty women- computer codes- explosions We saved the world!
She gets cancer. Gets dumped - by voicemail. She recovers. He doesn't.
Hunter spys his trophy buck. A shot is fired, the hunter's struck.
"I shall not miss that rendezvous," slurred Ike in a tequilla haze.
Copy boy internship set life course. Lived off and on the media.
Entry for novel competition:
Old Story, New Twist
Boy gets girl. Boy loses girl. Boy goes to lost-and-found.
by Miranda Mareian and her mom, Laurie Greenwald
His life was a series of historical murals painted on crumbling stucco.
The Droege/Laning Family Sits Down in a Restuarant and Writes a Novel
She knew she was successful when the coughing stopped.
title: marriage
You hear, you laugh, you smile, you know, she loves you.
OTM Novel Challenge:
Passing fires forever burning, a shimmering sign stands unknown. He reads: "Manhattan".
A coffin, listed for free on Craigslist.
I won't need it.
My OTM challenge collection:
1. We’re war returned, silently flat.
2. Flushed, fragmented pieces unsettles more than nine months could imagine.
3. “Umm, you really don’t see the elephant in the room?”
4. She's a great mother only because she never intended to have kids.
5. He wrote history; now, she's writing hers.
6. He chose politics; she bore it.
Title: Ayat and Rachel
7. The girl thinks, “Marriage? Martyrdom?” before she wears a bomb to market.
Title: Rachel and Ayat
8. The girl thinks, “Study? Hangout?” before she’s blown up at the market.
Twelve words.
Just enough for an introductory sentence, plot, denoument, and climax.
Realized it was everything I thought it wasn't. Right from the beginning
A new day. Yesterday is no more. Tomorrow is still unknown.
Dying.
I hear you.
Did you say "It's OK to let go"?
I dropped my pen. I picked it up. I forgave myself unwillingly.
It was years ago.
She's still beautiful.
The Grateful Dead play on.
(below are three entries)
He crawled, walked, ran, strolled then shuffled, all in 87 brief years.
We were in love on our first date and 56 years later.
The marriage was both practical and romantic. There won't be wife seven.
Finally smelling the Pacific, Joe realized his wallet was still in Baltimore.
He lived and died in sadness, for he knew what real really was.
She had accidentally left the rear window open... what a fatal mistake.
Title: Life?
We were created. We grew. We learned. We died. We went home?
Alphonse wept. His manuscript had gone missing, and the tart was ruined.
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"IMPORTANT THINGS"
Media matters. Big media bungles. Some people work on reporting important things.
"A Haiku Pursuit"
Gradual advance . . .
Sudden sensitivities ! ! !
Surely dates this fall?? ?
"GEORGE JR."
He lies. He steals (elections). Henchmen help subjugate and subvert the constitution.
Fairy Tale:
Frozen damsel, monster awakens - thaws rampages gushes is vanquished. Hero dies tragically.
Classes are over for the semester which means job searching is nearing.
It might have been her: car on a country road. Gone too.
She peaked, in a funny sort of way. It was long enough.
Okay, here are my ten, 12-word novellas:
More ghosts than people attended what became her final birthday party.
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Sunrise illuminated the torn tent, smears of red and large paw prints.
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Fishing was his life. She hated fish, but never said a word.
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Only Oliver (and rats) knew what was buried under that abandoned house.
~~~~~
Their dogs' leashes became entwined. Then, they did too, till she strayed.
~~~~~
Offstage, married Emily and James played their dramatic roles with real weapons.
~~~~~
Grabbing photos and his urn, the widow wheeled away from the flames.
~~~~~
The daisy's last petal sealed her fate, at least for that summer.
~~~~~
Even their honeymoon in Venice couldn't convince her she loved him, ever.
~~~~~
John loved his apartment. Then his wife discovered it and ruined everything.
~~~~~
The leaves dried and fell early the autumn she left me.
Novel in 12 Words and 6 Chapters
She met.
She connected.
They loved.
They conflicted.
They separated.
Onliest again.
LP, November 2007
"Goodbye friend," said Thomas, as Ike swirled belly up toward his destiny.
The search for love, happiness, light.
Your potential, your life, your afterlife.
I struggled to write a twelve-word novel. I pondered, I finished.
"What is it?" she asked.
"This. To me, this is heaven."
Epiodes I-III:
Knight’s love kills queen. Father turns darkside. Twins born hidden. Republic falls.
Episodes IV-VI:
Son learns force. Destroys Deathstar. Save sister’s rebellion. Discovers father. Defeats Darklord.
Like a 'Lifetime' movie, he surprised her with betrayal; she killed him.
ISO
Meaning
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Dear Boy,
Nice to meet you but, sorry, no way!
Later,
Girl
Tormented artist.
Completing the great American novel in twelve words is very
Here are my three entries for the 12-word novel. Thanks for the creative challenge.
“The Adulterer”
Dying, he wonders: has his life been adventurously deceptive, or deceptively adventurous?
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“A Marriage”
Their garden kept them together. She plowed, he weeded. Bounty, they shared.
*
“Road Trip”
Beef jerky, lost mountain, frog song, desert breakdown, kind woman, long night.
Holidays are best represented by pie, any kind of pie. More pie?
He moved away. She didn't follow. Maybe they'll both find someone new.
Twelve word novel win changes life!
Fame, drugs, adultery, sorrow, tears, blood!
Mum's advice: wear the hand of fatima for luck. I've lost it.
To the store, little lady. Ask for ribbons, not thread.
In. Space. No one can hear you. Was it just a dream?
Open Window. Fell Forty Floors. Concrete Pavement. I Will Never Love Again.
A lifetime together, maybe. Abnormal cells, Cancer. Saying i do, A chance.
My 12 Word Novel
"I do very well in retrospect," she said. He agreed. Then left.
Novelette 5 or so:
Title: At the vet's office
"Myelopathy. Degenerative. Hereditary. Enjoy him while ..."
"He's too young!.............Dammed backyard breeder!"
I thought we had a future. But you voted for Bush...twice.
And her last words were, “every thing is love.” And it is.
Befriended rat congeals beneath (when hurled?) brick.
She was vain and cruel; our undetected revenge- her untreatable facial hair.
Trauma timeless
sits behind eyes, waits
recovery, an orphan
poked a passerby.
As planned, the ultimate playboy overdosed on Viagra on his ninetieth birthday.
At eighty, her hips plague her. At thirty, they'd paved her way
As planned, the ultimate playboy overdosed on Viagra on his 90th birthday.
She wants to marry me.
Forty-Six. Bachelor. Scared.
Let's Do It!
Vain and cruel, our undetected revenge was her dark, untreatable facial hair.
iso
meaning
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Disregarding warnings, I invented time travel. You were right. Now I am.
Her son's sudden, violent end relieved her of the heaviness of hope.
I want her wirh me, or me with her. So sad she's dead.
This is for the 12-word novel contest. The title is:"No Health Care."
Blazing love for her, you know the feeling. Slow agonizing inevitable death.
With pen in hand, her fourteen year old spirit took flight.
...and with that, she succumbed to the thick, heavy feeling of depression.
She's now dead. I am so alone. I want her wirh me
Without it they'd never have known, which they realized couldn't have been
A Mystery
Bang! Dead. Whodunit? Wife? Mistress? Business partner? Detective smokes before solving: butler.
12 Word Novel
À La Recherche Du Orignac Perdu
Montague “Monty” Entwhistle Moose, Viscount of Basingstoke, failed to outdistance his heritage.
I don’t know what I don’t know. Many teach, few learn.
One sock, tattered and abandoned, lies near the gutter. No one notices.
"No one reads these novels," he thought, as he wrote another one.
Sally and Bob slip, they repeatedly start to go wrong, but don’t.
Novel writing drove him mad. What good is that English Major anyway?
Unjustly expelled, he traveled the world. He saw, he learned, he returned.
(Title: F*** Cancer)
Useless in scrubs, I watched a bald daddy wave bye-bye through glass.
That scent! Memories of Francesca. - too late; Sarah's coming down the aisle now.
Dog Gone. People whisperer. Douses.
Title: Single
I fell in love with two men. They loved each other.
GENRE: Horror
TITLE: Pity the Evil
NOVEL:
A hail of bullets. The organism disappears down NYC sewer grating.
12-word novel "Numinous Experience"
Joyless life.
Near drowning. Surrounded by light.
Resurrection through a numinous experience.
12 word novel
Holidays
Taunted and bloodied, crying cousin Michael was told "Leave the girls alone."
GENRE: Historical Romance
TITLE: What Looms Ahead?
NOVEL:
Her well-formed hands tighten around shuttle. So this is why I suffered.
I wrote a twelve word novel, one that actually had a plot.
12 word novel
Holidays
Taunted and bloodied, crying cousin Michael was told "Leave the girls alone."
For fifty long years, the empire fell. He understood when Facebook crashed.
That's harder than I thought. Next time I'm using zen training wheels.
I'm not sure where it went. I must've changed. There it goes...
They journeyed to answer questions that they were unable to solve alone!
a correction:
Today, I thank you for your sacrifice.
Other days, I curse.
Title: Pillow Talk
"I'm scared."
"Me too."
"It's a baby, not the world's end."
Shiny-wet tarmac.
Everything stops to watch the flag-draped box hoisted.
"Look, the tumor's gone."
"Yes, Doctor, but stem cells..."
"I know, but..."
I am twenty and in kindergarten. I don't know how to share.
"Never again!", he swore, knowing the futility of his oath. The End.
"Conspiracy," uttered the vixen.
Villians lurked.
Running through shadows, we wore out.
Before she could suffocate him in soiled-pinafore kisses, she grew up.
Digital dream girl,
Let's telepathically reunite.
I'll wait for you in cyberspace.
Title: Love is a Fickle Mistress
For Sale: two cruise tickets to Bahamas.
Wanted: one way to Shanghai.
If titles are ok, here is one for my earlier submission:
Title: Till Death Do we Part
Estate sale. Antique toys, skis, camping gear, canoe, croquet set, rocking chairs.
Title: The Tea Party Mystery
"Inspector Bagshaw, the poisoned crumpet conclusively proves the killer to be … ARGHHH-GACK!!"
When she awoke the world had gone grey. When she slept, blue-green.
First you didn't like it, then you did, then you didn't again.
The Diary
After 50 years, I know my father's name and who killed Anastasia.
While she looked at her book, he read her face.
The Inheritance
"… to Amy, 10 million dollars.
To my son, my how-to-get-rich book collection …"
She slipped, falling into character, needing an Emergency Room for the soul.
Guitar, Bass, Drums, microphone, minifridge, martini. What a great band practice.
She stared into an ocean of screaming souls, and still lived on.
Well, I warned her: chickens do *not* like to ride in cars!
Composed song. Became famous. Success makes life complicated, but now I'm rich.
12 Word Novel
À La Recherche Du Orignac Perdu
Montague “Monty” Entwhistle Moose, Viscount of Basingstoke, failed to outdistance his heritage.
"Forced Conversion"
Jesus this, Moses that, Abraham hit me with a wiffle ball bat.
Estate sale. Antique toys, skis, camping gear, canoe, croquet set, rocking chairs.
OTM Novel Challenge
TITLE: Holiday Visit
Ding-Dong! "The Einsteins are here. Late again." "It's all relative, dear."
The turkey exploded. Which it seems, set the mood for the day.
LOVE STORY
"Was that a smile?"
"It was."
"About?"
"An imagined future."
"Together?"
"Together."
WAR STORY
"I would serve God and country."
"That's one too many masters."
COMING OF AGE STORY
Randall. Not junior. Randall the third. A banker. A diplomat. Now me.
SCI FI STORY
Centuries later, useless tin, it still orbited every three hours. Why stay?
THINK ABOUT IT STORY
A weapon so horrible it could never be used. They believed that.
TRUE STORY
Read more novels this week than in all my prior life. Thanks.
Ducks are good for commercials but don’t build your life around them.
I tried to find myself. Instead, I found shoes. Such is life.
Novelette 3:
Title: Investigation Report
Negligent homicide. Four dead--undercooked turkey.
Suspect is comatose. Charges are pending.
Title: A turkey at half-time
"E-MER-GEN-CY!"
"Move! Turn it back on!"
"Refrigerator won't close. Go make sandwiches!"
Later he would say he was sorry, but it was too late.
I loved her too much and she loved me not enough.
Tongues mash together to build word castles, and sculpt ideas into roses.
Novelette 2:
"Mommy! When the toilet paper gets small it unrolls by itself!"
"Oh?"
Novelette 1:
Title: Motor voter
"Fred! 'Investigators seek spouses whose mail-in ballots mysteriously disappeared!'"
"Pass the butter."
A CEO hired an artisan. Bartering good talent down makes great sport.
Halvah slipped under the sheets with the sugar cookie in forbidden revelry.
Pony-Tailed Lawyer Defends Queens Land Mogul,
Climatic Dangerous Chase Scene Included
Maynards Dogs
Maynard lives with dogs, one barked the other like to dig holes.
Father Muchinsky tossed his collar into the church's flames, not looking back.
Her dreams were worn down into shapes she mistook for ordinary objects.
Life
Six billion souls, six billion lives, six billions hopes, six billion struggles.
Success
I accomplished the impossible, loved the world and danced to the grave.
Infant Tiny
Across the face of the Deep, dark and vast, we merrily paddled…
Finally understanding what life had meant, she closed her eyes to die.
My 12 word novel. Father Muchinsky tossed his collar into the church's fames, not looking back. donnab from pa.
When the vacuum swallowed his bone,
the dog's darkest suspicions were confirmed.
Sit. This will take a while. You see your mother is dead.
Mathematics teachers know: more math means more money. Why not for them?
Wrestling to overcome ghosts of victims past, the clown tightened the noose.
Colored smears upon your shirt once made my face look pretty.
Everything about you makes me want to die. Now I want pie.
Novel Submission 11/18/07:
She sighed. He pried. She cried. He denied. Who lied? Hearts died.
Judah caught a glimpse of the sky
and died
without light.
12-word novel
Three years after transplant, Medicare stops. Borrowed kidney still needs expensive care.
Powers out. TV grows dark. Kids fighting. Day saved! Battery powered radio.
*Neanderthal's Last Sigh* by Geoff Gayle
Sahara dried behind us, separated clans. We murdered for snow and soil.
[OTM, please feel free to omit the title of this novel if it breaks the word-count rule. Thank you.]
My submission is the actual name of a traditional tune, in this case a Scottish pipe jig:
"I would have preferred you first, but not now, sir."
...which, when you think of it, could serve as the Cliff's Notes version of most of Jane Austen's novels.
At the communion rail, she held his hand. My God, what does this mean?
Martin and Bobby. The ache, the longing never ceases, never lessens.
Afraid yet calm, she laid him down, thankful for the shepherd's help.
Here's my 12 word novel.
Charles, Mom died. What! How much? You darling! Let's run away, Charles.
Planet of the Apes (abridged)
The apes are here. They rule us. We must overthrow them again.
Title: Re: Mark Weaver’s 289
She tossed Fluffy’s leg back on the tray, shouting, “More barbecue sauce!”
Title: Homeless
“All in.”
Turn: Queen.
“No King! NO KING!” he shouted.
River: King.
Title: A Curious Day in Brooklyn
His first mistake was in assuming that most people are basically good.
Title: 2-Star Rating
The airbag deployed. Unfortunately for Sally it was in the other car.
Title: Usually It’s Just a Suggestion.
This time it would have behooved Ted to follow the speed limit.
Title: The Headstone Store: Special Order
“There’s only room for twelve words, but she needs room for thirteen.”
Title: Sometimes I Hate My Job
The check bounced. His head didn’t.
Title: Tuesday
“What do you mean? Why wouldn’t we dump him in the river?”
Title: Untitled
If it didn’t matter, it wouldn’t be there in the first place.
Title: The Trash Collector Never Asks Questions
There’s not much two 90-lb ladies can do with a 200-lb corpse.
(yeah, this is kind of cheating...)
Title: Radio Frequency Leakage and the Unfortunate Massacre.
The alien finally understood that Mr. Ed was Earth’s only talking horse.
Title: Robert
He was like an eggplant -- interesting to look at but rather useless.
Title: Fish Fry
“Oh crap,” thought Flounder. Goldie was right about not eating stray worms.
Title: The Good Doctor’s Intern
“Did it move?”
“No.”
“Then when?”
“After we get more lightning, idiot.”
Title: Wrong Day to Pay Bills
Unfortunately for Harry, that's when the aliens launched their horrific attack.
Title: Bob’s Magical Mystery Object
“I found it under the couch alongside a half eaten oatmeal cookie.”
Title: Punch Air Holes Here
The alien noticed the instructions only moments after the humans were dead.
Title: I Wouldn’t Drink That
“I hate it when she’s right,” thought Howard as his heart stopped.
My 12 word novel, based on my life:
Title: changing
Healthy. Happy. Tired. Sick. Bed. Rest. Drugs. Isolation. Frustration.
Doctors sigh. Goodbye.
The journey, regrets, triumps, mistakes and risks made her life worth living
OTM's Novel Challenge:
She visited her mother's grave . .
to apologize.
Title: Fulfilling the Prophecy
Vacuumed up spilled ashes. Buried urn. On tombstone "Life Really sucked."
the man with the pencil thin mustache has been tracking me
Inertia kept her in bed until her own smell drove her out.
He wrote history; now, she's writing hers.
She's a great mother only because she never intended to have kids.
Title to post 314: Harold's Journey
Harold took off his shoes and wondered where his feet had gone.
It's called "Riding Metro Home Last Night"
I missed you.
This is my stop.
Stand clear, doors closing.
Don't...
"I missed you."
"This is my stop."
"Stand clear, doors closing."
"Don't..."
@my novel contest entry: with compassion, he clicked the icon and eradicated her virtual reality.
I love Mark Weaver's entry about the soaring like an eagle. Good stuff Mark!!
They run from the room, choking, gasping. Leroy just sits and grins!
To find out how to get it right, all those next times
Twelve word Novel
Titled- Nothings Ventures'
Nothing came and did nothing, nothing happened, Nothing thought...nothing gained, What?!?
For reasons that were important, he began to pray.
Title: "Ezra"
In my eyes you saw our children. Now I hold a grandson.
You were the only one who ever understood. I still miss you.
12-word novel in memory of Buck
Buck was strong, a teaching horse for 20 years.
Cancer was stronger.
He thought: "creeds survive in faith, loyalty." Then, he sent the message.
OTM novel challenge.
Like his famous, demanding father, he was a resigned professor of history.
My entry:
She said yes. He couldn’t believe it. The terror was so delicious.
[The tag on her gift read] "25 Dollars"
You can say it.
No really, it's fine.
Just say it, ferchrissakes.
[12 word Novel title:] Five Seven
And five
with seven in the middle
that’s Haiku four U.
[Title] Five Seven
And five
with seven in the middle
that’s Haiku four U.
Autobiography
"A Funny Thing Happened to Me on the Way to the Grave"
br Jack Douglas
HOVERING:
I wonder why it works that worry waits forever.
"Everything is Dirt"
Dirt equals Earth.
Earth equals World.
World equals Universe.
Universe equals Everything.
If it were not for the end, I'd never have begun.
The ring and the letter would bring me hope or heartache.
It was either the Wine or the Book. But they said both.
Like cats on a fish head, Angela's glances pulled his will apart.
Louise's love of poodles was only overshadowed by her love of barbeque.
He dared to soar with the eagles. Briefly.
This would have been Richard Brautigan's entry (from "Revenge of the Lawn"):
"The Scarlatti Tilt:" "'It's very hard to live in a studio apartment in San Jose with a man who's learning to play the violin'. That's what she told the police when she handed them the empty revolver."
"What's wrong?" "I can't find Whiskers." "Oh... Did you check the pool?"
I saw Katz. Dent saw Katz. I shot Katz. Dent went home.
Legend says he rose from the grave: the first vampire, Jesus Christ.
OTM challenge:
"I love you" she said.
His heart exploded then, and he died.
Title: Teeny Tiny Bootstraps
Cuts his losses; walks away.
Dreams again; finds way.
Bright new day.
Physically exhausted, she lived a vibrant, exciting life of the mind.
She traveled the world to find her self. It was at home.
Once upon a time there was a long, beautiful story. The end.
Mini-novel:Fire rained down on the armadillo who swallowed his tail and vanished.
A Political Novel
"Hillary's an evil lesbian!" raged Limbaugh, and the nation yawned in unison.
another novel:
she wandered around her apartment as if she had somewhere to go.
2:
Her baby's chin is shining; she folds a handkerchief and reaches back.
Yellow leaves, rise and reattach, green! - for then she would love me.
My novel:
I would visit...but all they talked about was your NOT visiting.
Passion drives us until infinity explodes. Then, we softly laugh and snuggle.
Epiphany
"Should've made a copy," she thought as her home office exploded.
two novel entries:
In the end, as at the beginning, love. In the middle, chaos.
Now they never use the orchard, but won't cut it down, either.
Thanks, great contest idea.
-Scott
mommy died.
chloe cries,
davey sighs,
daddy denies.
time passes.
we survive.
A medal for you, purple, white, gold. Thank you for your sacrifice.
"I almost committed suicide, but Cursed To Breathe saved my life." "Fag."
CHOICES
All of life's possibilities inevitably narrowed to only one. Here it was.
ACCEPTED TEMPO
She swept the floor listening for the cry that measured her life.
LITERARY EVOLUTION
The cliches, the stereotypes, the superfluous survive like roaches.
THE NARCISSIST YOU KNOW
She should and could have just stayed with her husband.
I heard Hemingway was an asshole; I heard he is dead now.
Ernest Hemingway heard my story and rolled gently over in his grave.
yes
A 12 word novel
We were Juan and Yan.
We won sun
We are one.
Done.
I sold my car, left my wife, and walked east toward Cleveland.
The Fog of War
Righteousness. Ignorance of history. Confabulation.
Destruction, death, and destabilization. History of ignorance.
Francis Pisney
The Secret Service caught me with my foot in the television set.
The leaves dried and fell early the autumn she left me.
Little women with big hair took a long journey to far places.
Beginning: He's dreamy. Middle: He snores. End: Hated him at first sight.
Novel Title: Fantasies of an Imagined 21st C Granddaughter
Novel: My childless grandmother imagined me. Grandma loved snow. I only imagine snow.
Went to bed a frisky colt, woke up a withered nag
He Left. She stayed. Their children cried. Their parents died.
OTM novel contest:
"But, Mother, he smells so good!"
Short Novel.
After thirty years she was gone. Who was he alone?
He finished. Brought his wife home. But their lives were irrevocably lost.
Guess Who's Helping Cook Dinner:
“Pot. Kettle. From this coupling no good can come,” said the Spork.
Palm Reader's Digest
Love. Loss. Death. ... Next?
Those Who can't Do
A Novel
The hotel's ashes left the fire safety instructor feeling less than vindicated.
For the love I have for for WNYC,I will coming tonight
Coldblooded or Not so Great Expectations
(A Twelve Word) Novel by Kim D. Hunter
His murder was anticlimactic. She'd been written out of his will.
January. February. March. April. May. June. July. August. September. October. November. December.
Naked, she pressed his old t-shirt to her -- it smelled of earth
Jeffery was born striving. He attended music conservatory and died impoverished.
...which is the Milwaukee area.
Tough to beat Hemingway, even with double the words. My only effort worth submitting so far:
A weapon so horrible it could never be used. They believed that.
Unicyclist, Byron, rode for help. Upon return, his tent was ablaze.
Title: Newark, New Jersey
We built an ark and floated down the Passaic River into the wilderness.
Title: The Dubai Fog
Horded together, enveloped in golddust, lives the wretched of the earth.
Matthew/Luke:
Manger/Wisemen? Where did you get your material?
Mark/John
Matthew/Luke:
Manger? Where'd you get all that other material?
Mark/John
The journey would be long, dark and perilous, so I stayed home.
Twelve 12-word-or-less Novelas
Janene laid the shotgun by the inert body of her ex-husband’s girlfriend.
Lobsters everywhere clacked their claws in glee when the French chef died.
Sheila drank but never missed her first act music cue.
Each day, I find myself thinking less about Sylvia’s damn pink poodle.
Elwin sighed. I turned the other way.
Who knew? That old lady with the knitting needles was a terrorist.
Bush won. Gore lost. Al got the Prize.
The birds were silent, but that didn’t alert us to the crocodiles.
Eagle’s soar. Butterflies flutter. I take the bus.
Twelve attempted the stunt. Eight succeeded. Four were hospitalized.
Emily smirked at Joe’s crude joke, then voted him off the island.
OK, so there were only eleven. Who’s counting?
Teachers never believe , "My dog eats homework," even when you bring proof.
I went swimming.
The shark had lunch.
Despite her parents' advice, the bad child DID talk to the stranger.
Dieter left the lights on and the door unlocked but never returned.
The gods threw her into my path, I almost ran over her.
The road man emitted stale nicotine, oil, spent gunpowder, and rusty water.
His first breath was his last. No words, but definitely a participation.
12 Word Novel:
A crossroads? No. His path was chosen years before the coin landed.
"Eventually we were all be touched by each other, not then, but eventually."
I saw Jesus and Judas playing tennis. Judas was up a set.
Life is tough, but you have grit your teeth and move forward.
Title: A Bacteria's Life
Cough, cough---YES, I'm free!.....But what's that?.......... Antibacterial soap---I'm dead.
Frying bacon naked, unexpected pop, detestable.
On the other hand, I don't know when to stop. Addictive fun, for which I blame the editors. 12 words:
It ends. Was I a success? Who'll remember? So this is how.
Unicyclist, Byron, went for help. On his return the tent was ablaze! 12 words......
Writing a novel is hard work! You spend fifteen minutes weighing "woman cries" or "maiden weeps" and fifty minutes regretting your choice. That's an hour wasted on an entry that doesn't stand a chance. No offense, but most of the submissions here are pretty lousy (yes, including my own). I've read a few REALLY good ones, though. Wow!
Twelve-word novel entries:
1) "Hey! Don't shoot! The war is over. By the way, who won?"
2) Weighed down with degrees, he loudly professed before learning the lessons himself.
Gasp!
Exhale.
Silence.
My last breath.
What could be more worth it?
Chromosome-combining, DNA-providing conception grows, develops, proclaims breathtaking announcement: "wah"!
Roommate wanted: must be neat, responsible, and good listener (unlike my ex).
Donald's fascination with pirates got him nowhere with the ladies. Go figure.
Mrs. Peacock.
In the billiard room.
With the candlestick.
Free at last!
The atheist's story:
He was born, lived, and died.
The End!
The obituary was neat and concise. The life was so much more.
The atheist's story:
He was born, lived, and died.
The end!
A broken man rebuilds with faith he never knew he had.
OTM Novel entry (#2):
Familiarity breeds.
Trade Center bombed, war declared. A million dead, the war goes on.
OTM Novel Challenge:
He said she said that's what she said.
Novel Challenge entry:
She lost him in War
Alive but gone
She remained 5 forever
He questioned everything; discovered treasures. Alone, he shared them with his cat.
Yes, lately he pays more attention to love, war, and pickles.
Actually, here is my novela submission, entitled "Big Girl": Loved her baby bed.
Cried in her toddler bed.
Daughter sleeps now.
Here is my novella submission
12 word novel entry
Yes, lately he pays more attention to love, war, and the environment.
12 word novel
Yes, lately he pays more attention to love, war, and our environment.
And so, she arrived unannounced. He saw her and at once understood.
Two entries in the Novel Challenge:
The river flows peacefully along the bank as we watch sadly.
The man fell and there was silence, followed by screams and cries.
My entry for Novel Challenge:
He made snap judgments of people that were too often accurate.
Mother's words sticks stones break bones but her words forever hurt six.
Jonas stood atop a dune on Lake Michigan. Hemingway was right.
We traveled oceans to find God was underneath, unadulterated, undying inside ourselves.
The morning’s promise worn through the day vomiting the night’s My Lai.
< or = 12 word novel:
A single drop in a single reservoir, on every continent, will suffice.
God flooded Louisiana. "Too many gays."
God dessicated Georgia. "Too many evangelicals."
She dreamed herself out of reality again. The silence awakens me.
Small men on Viagra swarmed over Mrs. Teitelbaum's coiffure, boxing the lice.
12 Word Novel:
"...another tour?"
"sorry..."
"WHY?"
"Orders."
"THE KIDS!...Me!...us?..."
"...'his' surge rules."
She fell loudly. Daddy awoke. They took her away. I miss her.
My novel in 12 words.
Miou will be for ever the girl I meet when I was fifteen
The shell in her palm was all that would accompany her home.
My GAN (Great American Novel)
Renouncing meticulous plans, Ruby LIVED!
I had something to say, but seeing you now, it doesn’t matter.
Mario d'Medici became a cobbler after continuously throwing himself at women's feet.
Her eyes scream a thousand dirty things, never repeating herself.
I'm hers.
12 word novel submission:
She was poisoned -- her sleep impenetrable; but, kissed, she awakened to love.
Her eyes scream a thousand dirty things,
never repeating herself.
I'm hers.
For the first time ever, she cut across the corner. Everything changed.
December met May. Love ensued. The split yielded heartache. Life goes on.
He was glad. The president was finally dead. He'd better go now.
"Don't bother Frederick while he's playing his cello," said the severed head.
Sadly, she never found out about the birds, or the violin.
Twelve Word Story
Evolution of a Relationship:
Trust. Must Trust. Mistrust. Distrust. Disgust. Collect Dust.
He vomited outside, wiped his mouth and went back for one more.
Fuzzy blankets and diapers wrap around her life ninety years after birth.
For OTM's Novel Challenge:
The planetarium show started. She slept.
Flushed, fragmented flesh unsettles more than nine months imagined.
Suddenly, his heart knew, after so long. Did she still have doubts?
She found the bra in his suitcase. She tried it on. Bastard!
Nurses came running. "Code Reds" were rare in the Pediatric wing.
Our entry is taken from the front page obituary of Norman Mailer by Charles McGrath in this past week's New York Times.
Except for a few pronouns, the last word, and our suggested title, this is an exact quote about Mailer from the McGrath piece. We thought it worked as a great suggestive novel too.
Prodigious drinker, drug taker, womanizer, devoted family man, would-be politician...dead.
Our suggested title: Naked
As requested, returning women’s broken locket from crash site.
The condom broke.
Here's my entry:
My doctor told me that brain surgery is never routine, but still...
Novel:
She was poisoned -- her sleep impenetrable; but, kissed, she awakened to love.
Climbing down from the trees and finally walking upright; their story begins…
Life is a game
and sadly we've failed.
OTM Novel Challenge
OTM Novel Challenge
Prologue: United States of America
Epilogue: United Race of America
She sighed.
It was all terribly important.
And none of it was.
Body of cop's third wife exhumed; fourth wife still missing
(this novel contains material quoted from publicly available sources. in fact, the whole thing was a link in the newsfeed on my gmail account.)
opps. need to do a correction to my above novel.
Title- The Sign Says'Time Flies'
Signing up-Lamaizze classes, pre-school, practices, colleges, nursing home. Signing out...
She's set me in front of this computer, gone in the kitchen, & says she won't feed me until I've done a novel, so here I go.:
Title- Time Flies
Signing up-lamaizze classes, pre-school, practices, colleges, nursing home. Sign-out.
Title: "Happy Hanukkah!"
Text: "Happy holiday"?!? Nobody celebrates "holiday." Meaningless, offensive words. Try instead "Merry Christmas!"
Title: "Feminist Manifesto"
Text: "Ms."?!? I'm no whore! I AM: authoress, heroine, administratrix, mayoress--PROUD woman.
In this think nest.
Just ice frees me.
So sigh at tea.
Can the apple, to reserve preserve, sow teachers reap a greed culture.
Grandpa turned dad to my newborn; sister, and mom never knew.
27 ways of looking at the world always made me wonder why.
James! We're finished! It's over! I eat steak now!
Never recovering from running over her toddler grandson, she hung herself.
Alexander gazed across the horizon and said, "I shall have it all."
She writes the letter and licks the envelope, never to be opened.
In the room filled with unknow.
the doctor speaks, as i cry.
This just in---the world will end at 7pm. Details at 112.
so much fun I had to do anther one...
“Umm, you really don’t see the elephant in the room?”
My OTM novel challenge:
Young mother finally sits: she imagines, "if only polyandry were legal here........."
I wept for I had no home but merely wandered the earth.
Her children visited rarely. Busy, busy, they said. She planted geraniums. Smiled.
Their hands are separated by the glass.
She hopes for his innocence.
He's gone. Now, her tears fill the emptiness where he once resided.
A flier, she fell. Time, violent, crashed over all assosciated, painted red.
the little girl cried herself to sleep that night. why dad? why?
The mother whimpered dutifully when she recieved the handshake she never wanted.
With homage to Hemmingway's six word novel:
For Sale
Old china
Used only twice
for wedding and funeral wake
He quit drinking for Trina. Who would he get if quit smoking?
"You must deliver today", he said after the ultrasound. Baby came early.
Minimalist seeks woman. Must be low maintenance.
We're war returned, silently flat.
Please ignore my previous submission for the novel challenge; it was more like a first sentence. here's my best shot :)
Eggs hatching. Baby turkeys sing gobble-gobble. Turkey heaven comes. We gobble.
my submission for the novel challenge.
FOR SALE
neatly folded American flag.
Never flown, only used once.
Thanks!
Harvey hated that his parents were vampires, so he married a Catholic.
Past thanksgiving days with its turkey, dressing, undressings, and gluttony of sins...
My entry for OTM's Novel Challenge:
Fingers click. Onion’s no longer apple but the president’s now a target.
As she worries about burning the turkey, Mom will miss Thanksgiving again.
Wildfires came. The stranger we had taken in saved our home.
Spaceship opens. Gorg's eyes meet Oprah's. Together, stone-skipping time, they save earth.