Thanks to Rosina Lippi, I've become hooked on One Sentence, a site devoted to telling true stories in one sentence. These extremely short stories range from the funny and silly to the touching and tragic, but most of them share one thing in common: they make an instant connection to the reader.
The one that got me on my first look: As a kid dripping in mud, I couldn’t see why bringing four frogs home in a zip lock bag was bad idea. — Cam. That brought back a lot of memories of my daughter, who never met a reptile she didn't like. After school I used to have to take her lunchbox outside before I opened it, just in case she brought home a new friend.
Novelists are spoiled by the fact that we usually have four or five hundred manuscript pages to tell our stories, so I think this is an excellent writing exercise. Here are a couple of mine:
I couldn't stop CPR long enough to convince one of the morons standing around and watching me to call 911.
It rained on our first date and on the last day of our marriage.
He kept bugging me to sign their stock until he saw that my kid had to hold the pen for me just so I could sign the credit card slip.
All right, you guys, it's your turn -- post your one-sentence story in comments.