Hint Fiction: An Anthology of Stories in 25 Words or Fewer
Robert Swartwood, Natalie McNabb
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A story collection that proves less is more.
The stories in this collection run the gamut from playful to tragic, conservative to experimental, but they all have one thing in common: they are no more than 25 words long. Robert Swartwood was inspired by Ernest Hemingway's possibly apocryphal six-word story―"For Sale: baby shoes, never worn"―to foster the writing of these incredibly short-short stories. He termed them "hint fiction" because the few chosen words suggest a larger, more complex chain of events. Spare and evocative, these stories prove that a brilliantly honed narrative can be as startling and powerful as a story of traditional length. The 125 gemlike stories in this collection come from such best-selling and award-winning authors as Joyce Carol Oates, Ha Jin, Peter Straub, and James Frey, as well as emerging writers.
Thomas is currently struggling with his MFA in screenwriting at Chapman University. That’s it. Bob Thurber is an old, unschooled, multi-award-winning writer living in Massachusetts. Visit his Web site at www.bobthurber.net. Jade Walker is the overnight editor at Yahoo! News. She’s also the writer behind the Blog of Death, New Hampshire News, and the Starting Point. Ben White lives in San Antonio, Texas, with his beautiful wife and edits Nanoism, a publication for Twitter-sized
my Santa socks. Green and red with fat Santas eating cookies. It’s June. madeline mora-summonte THE EMPTY NEST My wife curls toward me, a comma forcing a pause. Her body is hers. Again. The emptiness settles between us. We listen to it breathe. jamie felton A SNAP DECISION Her finger tapped against her teeth. “I don’t think it’s going to work.” He sank slowly underneath the surface. She could still see his eyelashes. jack ketchum THAT MOMENT The old
Ben to hurry up, finish. Sadly he is much like his father. I grind molars, my one horrible habit. Well, one of them. kirk curnutt AFTERGLOW He fumbled across the pillow to stroke his wife’s shoulder. “Ailie—you sleeping already?” “That’s Tracy,” answered a voice at his back. “I’m over here.” david joseph POLYGAMY I miss her more than the others. joe schreiber PROGRESS After seventeen days she finally broke down and called him “Daddy.”
was a twin, Gino added. Eugenia said, So was I. tara deal ENGAGEMENT The dry cleaner offers me a discount on the wedding dress that’s been hanging in his window for six months. chris compson PROCESSIONAL The flowers did not wilt in the heat. She looked lovely. Each mother cried, perhaps noticing her teeth, clenched too tight, like jail bars. val gryphin INSOMNIA Sleeping Beauty never minded the spindle prick. It was the wake-up kiss she hated.
bearable for her when the meals were fresh. gary a. braunbeck HOUSE HUNTING The fence is tall. Good. The mother is typical white trash, too loud. But the kids…they seem frightened and quiet. Good. Easier that way. natalie mcnabb VIEW FROM A ’77 CHEVY SCOTTSDALE They call him the Cigarette Nazi of Sand Lake Store. When the kids finish their cigarettes, he watches them slip the butts into denim pockets. sarah p. miller WORKING FOR MOM It was filed under