Created by Terry Kyle, writer, co-founder & CEO of WPX.net, the world’s fastest WordPress hosting service (+ EveryDogMatters.eu), One Sentence Story (you’re here – yay!) is a celebration of sharp, punchy micro fiction.
One Sentence Stories are like Tik Tok but for creative writing.
Or think of one sentence stories like Twitter but for creative writing, think of them as a haiku-ish-sized version of short stories.
Read some amazing one sentence stories from around the Web below, then enter your own.
1 sentence, up to 40 words maximum is all you have to tell your story – enter your story below as a comment please.
Obviously one sentence stories can’t contain the detail of War and Peace but they can present a single powerful moment, an ironic situation, a terrible discovery, an unexpected transformation and/or a symbolic event, all within a single sentence – you get the idea!
The best one sentence story – as judged completely subjectively by Terry Kyle – published here each month, wins $100 via PayPal.
Judy Helm Wright:
The cells of my body remember delivering a still-born child fifty years ago.
He washed the blood off his hands, she smiled warmly and served him a mug of cocoa– the best hot cocoa in the nation, it could even make rain clouds brighten up; it warmed his soul and lightened his heart.
Donald Harry Roberts:
It was time to look up but just as I went to do so something nipped at my ankles and what was in the sky was forgitten until it was too late.
Everyone in the busy streets heard the blaring horn and screeching brakes, but she didn’t.
*WINNER: James Deegan
God looked down upon the Earth and said, “No doubt about it; I made a mistake,”
Donald Harry Roberts:
I left the thing sitting exactly where it was, turning away expecting anything could happen, and it did and I am most fortunate to still be here, able to tell you about it.
I witnessed the intimacy of their love-making on the deck of the cruise ship, she in a wheelchair, he combing out the tangles of her wind-swept hair with such tenderness.
I found my life long partner and he called me his “Queen” on the way to his home where he showed me a photo of his wife and children and then called me his “whore”.
”Well, they do say they’re placed on a church to protect us from evil,” remarked a bystander staring at priest crushed by a fallen gargoyle.
A less ambitious Caesar, he saw, he conquered, and then he came.
As he stared into the jar of souvenirs, he fondly remembered the girl the bright, blue eye staring back at him belonged to.
“Roger that,” were his first and last mission words.
She wanted to be loved so badly she accepted his teaspoon of honey.
After 10 yrs. I got the courage to speak to my dad. When I arrived to his home somebody else lived there. (2 sentences here?)
Always suspecting a “spiritual connection” with my parrot Ruby, I become humbly convinced while praying in silence to hear the word “God” spoken by her for the very first time!
Dad left; a flag came back.
He hit send, then a tree.
“Passengers, this isn’t your captain speaking.”
“Just Married” read the shattered windshield.
I met my soulmate, she didn’t.
One bullet is a lifetime supply.
“Goodbye Mission Control, thanks for trying.”
Brought roses home, keys didn’t fit.
Source: India Times
Later that night after being beaten by her drunk husband like every other day, she started writing a suicide note, for him.
‘What if after you die, God asks you , “So, how was heaven?
My wedding cost $6700 and my divorce cost $16425, both were worth it.
He stared at it, as it slowly burned his fingers, but that was after it had burnt his marriage, his future and his lungs.
He lay unmoving, an empty bottle of alcohol by his side; the doctors had trouble telling who had consumed whom.
The famous painter addressed the questions from art critics all over the world with great confidence, but a simple question by a blind boy had him stumped — ‘What do you mean by red?’, he had asked.
All his life, the sculptor had shed blood and tears to give shape to his statues, but only later did he realize, that it was his work that had shaped him, and not the other way round.
Holding her newborn daughter for the first time, Sylvia wondered how she could get the crying kid and herself away from her violent drunkard husband, Dwight.
Unaware of the sentimental value of her new boss’s last physical connection to the long-gone dog, Eddie, the new maid sewed up the rip in the arm of a shabby old blue jacket made by an exuberant puppy and was promptly and angrily fired for her diligent work.
Missing a vocal module like his more expensive brothers, JL96Z, a coffee dispensing robot from South Korea, could only express intense frustration with his tedious work by adding the incorrect number of sugars to his indifferent owners’ morning brews.
Jim sat awkwardly on a half-busted, rusty kitchen stool and explained to his new bride that seeing as the police were now involved, she should know that he had two other wives and nine children in other states.
Most planes take off and land as planned; Stan’s didn’t.
In grudgingly saving that skinny, dirty, ginger cat, Steve didn’t even realize that he was saving the best friend he would ever have.
Though troubled by his late father’s Darwin Award for a bungled bungee jump above a volcano, Eric pressed ahead to prove his new theory that hippos could be successfully domesticated, bred and sold as pets for people.
Deciding to test out his personal security team with a fake kidnapping attempt, Kevin, a toilet paper billionaire from Kamloops, Canada, didn’t imagine that four people would be killed in the exercise, including himself.
Rebelling against being a part of Terry’s one sentence story, Jacob stubbornly refused to exit the back of a Pittsburgh police car as the author intended.
Tommy knew that his smartphone’s social newsfeed was full of pretty boring, meaningless stuff but mounting the kerb in his red RAV4 at 49 mph while reading those was about to make them very, very meaningful.
Forgetting to recharge his light sabre overnight, new Jedi graduate Bob was unjustifiably confident for what would be his first and last ever real duel.
Snoring loudly in the front row of his devoted wife’s sublime vocal performance at La Scala, Bruce had no idea of her terminal cancer diagnosis or that critics would later regard this as the greatest ever rendition of her Puccini role.
When a medical emergency in the Tucker family demanded blood tests for all of them, Carl Tucker discovered that he was not in fact the biological father of the favorite of his four kids, the spoiled, entitled, bratty twenty-six year old SOB, Patrick.
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