6-word short stories

For sale: baby shoes, never worn.
Ernest Hemingway

Machine. Unexpectedly, I’d invented a time
Alan Moore

Lie detector eyeglasses perfected: Civilization collapses.
Richard Powers

The baby’s blood type? Human, mostly.
Orson Scott Card

Longed for him. Got him. Shit.
Margaret Atwood

Epitaph: Foolish humans, never escaped Earth.
Vernor Vinge 

(Source: cinderellainrubbershoes, via useonceanddestroy)