Friday, November 11, 2011

My Eleven-Word Story for 11-11-11


The knocking wouldn't stop. I opened the door and shot it.

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  1. I was born. I grew up. Did stuff. Then I died.

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  2. Still the knocking. I shot again. Knock knock. I went inside.

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  3. Team of heavies . That's what is needed to haul wood with .

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  4. lol @ Catena. That's a beautiful life story!

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  5. My critique group replotted my novel. I wept, then shot it.

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  6. Rain fell the day before he died. It never fell again.

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  7. Wow, a psychological thriller with an emotional twist and a tragic ending! Well done, Laura. I assume there will be a sequel?

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  8. No. I only had one bullet. Not enough to kill another book.

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