A blog in honor of Ernest Hemingway's continual search for the perfect sentence. Now in a new and improved haiku format!
Friday, November 7, 2014
They sat half-hidden on the garage roof with their BB guns at the ready.
Thursday, November 6, 2014
Once her daily affirmations stopped working Lucy resorted to swilling whiskey and cursing the world.
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
After the election they packed up and moved to Canada even though they hated the cold.
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
The sky was a painting so exquisite that Raoul lost heart for his own art.
Monday, November 3, 2014
He awoke wondering how to keep time from slipping away.
Sunday, November 2, 2014
The wind sounded like crashing waves.
Saturday, November 1, 2014
The ghosts and ghouls, hung over and face paint smeared, stumbled away from the beds they had haunted the night before and hoped no one they knew would see them on that long walk home.
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