Original compositions (by me):
“We never met, yet said goodbye.”
“He slowly opened his hand. Nothing.”
“I specifically asked for NO CHEESE!”
Six word phrases that effectively sum up an entire work:
“It is Margaret you mourn for.” -Gerard Manley Hopkins, Spring and Fall (to a young child)
“In the beginning was the Word…” (the Gospel of John)
“This song is just six words long.” -Weird Al Yankovic
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Outstanding responses. Thank you for playing!
I feel like I know y’all.
Schubert, writing his eighth symphony, suddenly…
Missing: large lab rat. No reward.
The hills are alive…with mutants.
My boring life is a miracle.
I tried. I failed. I wept.
Peace eludes me in the night.
I move in darkness toward eternity.
How am I feeling? Not well.
Okay, I really like doing these:
Did you hear the one about?
Jesus Never took the Wheel. RIP.
I wish I had told her…
Sweet little girl. Ten years gone.
In the end, it was over.
She turned out fine after all.
It’s all over but the dying.
I crave you… or a chalupa.
“Morning Dew” she called her teardrops…
Classic Rocker Seeks Beatles’ Girl Yesterday.
He fell asleep one last time.
Funny Sushi menu typo: cucumber warps
No es guacamole. Es muy caliente.
[per a Reader’s Digest story, this was printed on a small card at a Chinese buffet/sushi bar in a primarily Spanish-speaking neighborhood. It was over the wasabi.]
Turns out the Mayans were right.
The last man on Earth tripped.
“Activate the Large Hadron Collider! Oops!”
“I do!”, she said. He fled.
I pushed the shiny red button.
And this one’s for Pastor Ted Haggard:
Boy meets girl. Boy prefers boys.
The doctors aren’t telling me everyth…
Two tickets. Never used. Never discarded.
One photograph, faded. One hope, alive.
Last ticket… mine! Fantastic! The Hindenburg!
He was a lion tamer. Was.
My kings. Her aces. Lost everything.
Some film for tomorrow, Mr Zapruder?
Waited nineteen years. One kiss. Mistake.
Experiment: FAILED. New attempt: Earth 2.
Tough work, making crosses. Some Nazarene?
Blood looks so different at night.
Got the contract! Sistine Chapel floor!
Message board posting made him rich.
Dreams end. His woman came back.
Last candle lit. Last breath out.
Dark, solitary confinement. A foetal ecstacy.
One from Michael Marra. Scottish wordsmith.
Scribbled down drunk but posted sober.
Big Bang.
Dinosaurs.
Meteorite.
Evolution.
SDMB.
(thank you, I’m here all week!)
The winning ticket. Viva la lotto!
Who am I? The amnesiac’s tale.
Apologies, I’m drunk as a skunk.
Epitaph:
Told you I was sick.
Regards,
Shodan
It’s impossible! Wait, no it isn’t.
The enemy, you see, is us.
He didn’t realize he was dead.
He didn’t realize it was earth.
It could have been longer.