I am never going to write a six word story (not seriously anyway) bc what I’m seeing aren’t stories, they’re statements or feelings or whatever. Things like “I loved him and he loved me” or “I missed her most at night” aren’t stories. They’re sentiments. Which is fine but defeats the point. Hemingway’s “for sale: baby shoes, never worn” tells me an infinite amount of things in a numbered structure. It tells me of pain and grief and loss. The fact that he manages to do that in six words is nothing short of miraculous. Unless I can write a six word story with that much loaded into such a tiny space, I’m going to refrain. It feels like doing it injustice.
— Shaun Shane