Write short stories according to...
The condensed version of a story in a few words
Shivering with anticipation, she waits, oblivious to the fading sea, consumed by the comments' frenzy—so much love, it's striking.
The outward sign of a tragedy in the style of Ernest Hemingway
The tree trembled, struck violently along a dimly lit road.
The offbeat, burlesque expression of a drama by Félix Fénéon
Weary of chronic pain, Mr. Joubet tied a knot and drowned. His body was never found; he had made a permanent escape.
The amusing nano-story by Eric Chevillard
I cultivated solitude like sowing a seed, with love and devotion. Tears often fell due to bad weather, waiting faithfully until spring. And when the flower blossomed one sweet morning, my tears, from patient waiting, had dried.
The lightning-fast story in the form of wit by Alphonse Allais
As planned, the American handed the young thug the car keys. In the trunk, a semi-automatic gun, a saw, and two suitcases.
- Remember to freeze the limbs to ease cutting, 'kiddo.' Something bothering you ?
Slightly annoyed, the kid sighed, "Driving without a license bugs me a bit though.".
The poetic expression of a moment in the style of Jean-Hugues Malineau
1) In a drawer's depth, Socks rejoice No longer alone.
2) In a corner of the night, I met my desire Lost in itself.
The evocative maxims of Oscar Wilde
Just forget we lie to live honestly.
The satirical short stories of Jacques Sternberg
His PC screen had just gone to sleep. With dexterity, he seized the earlobe between thumb and index finger, twisting his wrist abruptly. It should have come off, but his fingers slipped, lubricated by a buildup of sebum on the lobe. He tried several times until hearing small bones crack, but the ear wouldn't let go. He wasn't going to use his teeth either! The screams bothered him; that little brat would eventually worry the neighbors. He released his grip, swiveled in his chair, and resumed the game. His character had guts. He replayed the scene. I smash your liver with a knee, lift your face with a powerful gesture, and with one hand, rip off the ear, a 100-point trophy. He couldn't see the problem. He could do it on an adult, so why was it stuck on his little sister?
The symbolic story in the style of Sophie Calle
Jeanne reserved a window seat facing forward. She wants to see landscapes unfold, colors shift, and remember. But as night falls, her reflection imposes itself on the glass despite the emerging lights from the other side. She hesitates to look away but ultimately consents to fix her almost extinguished eyes on her image, like the inevitable announcement of a forthcoming arrival at the station. The one where you get off alone, and without baggage.
The size constraint: 6 words or 140 characters or 250 SEC
1) Despite my wings, I remain frozen.
2) Without much haste, he exhausted her.
3) Amidst clouds, a blue dragon.