“It’s one small step… What the..!?”
Yes! It’s six word sci-fi story time again. I haven’t written any short stories in a while, so I’m easing myself back in. Here’s a few more:
George Lucas. Time machine. History “improved”.
In parallel universe, this story better.
Repressed gay aliens enjoy closet encounters.
Aliens send Neil Armstrong parking ticket.
Danger signs: Skynet app for iPhone.
Monster in his pants – no metaphor.
Maverick mad scientist breaks all the rules.
Her perfume is my time machine.
(inspired by – oh, all right, nicked from – Wired Magazine.)
Inspired to write your own? I’d love to read ’em! Pop em in the comments…
Previous six word sci-fi stories.
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Six Word Sci-Fi 2 by Harris
more tiny tales
Ramshackle Charm 
Horse wanders confused on asteroid paddock
Love it!
Set phasers to stun…missed aaaarrgghh!
Looking across the crater, he smiled.
See Gort run, look at Gort.
“Atmospheric conditions prevented re-entry!” cried Jenkins.
Lol, this is really good fun!
(that wasn’t an entry…although…)
Haha, I can see a range of Gort kid’s books. Where’s Gort? Gort Goes On Holiday. Gort Heralds The Imminent Destruction Of Planet Earth…
Man finds wormhole in his lawn.
Sad dog’s bone falls into orbit.
Invisible aliens have landed. But where?
Does this mean I am forgiven for my bawdiness?
But of course, Poppet!
I’m gonna crash this bloody rocket
Excellent excellent excellent! What do you reckon, six word misery memoirs next?
Horrendous childhood, buy it at Tesco.
‘I married – not once but twice.’
Lost parents, lost legs, found agent
Here’s a few 6 word misery memoirs
Replaced by ‘smiling child’ iphone app.
This close to drowning in piss.
My dad’s a pack of wolves
But mummy, children don’t eat hay.
They are just brilliant, man!
Robot wakes, dreams of sheep, dies
(Bladerunner in a nutshell!)
Brainchips revolt, finally destroyed by vinegar
It’s the best I could do, sorry……
Great stuff, Russ man. Can you do 2001 in 6 words?
Black shiny things. Inside one. Baby?
(Probably sacrificed a fair amount of coherence to fit in there!)
Coherence? Makes as much sense as the actual film.
A quick effort on the 6 word misery memoirs…
Friday nights in Accident and Emergency.
I should’ve taken the blue pill…
Tower block, broken lift, five kids.
Then my pimp stole my giro.
Children! Help daddy bury this prostitute.
Sweet relief from the humdrum of the daily grind. (insert Finbar Saunders reference here)
See, we should all be writing bestsellers. Or pitching reality shows to BBC3. Excellent stuff, Ian!
May I have my shins back?
Oh the humanity!
My left foot had palsy too.