I didn't see any mini-sagas on the Literature Board, so I decided to create a new thread for these wonderful short stories.
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The Mini-saga – or the world's shortest short story
First introduced by The Daily Telegraph, Brian Aldiss' invention consists of a text with exactly 50 words and a title with 15 words or less; contractions and numbers count as one word. The original format includes proper introduction, plot and conclusion. Both competitions and anthologies have been established by now.
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As you might have guessed the explanation above is written in the form of a mini-saga. When it comes to choosing a topic, there are no restrictions. Some people tell tales or anecdotes, others stick to poems; there are even writers who manage to fit in epistolary novels, while others reduce their texts to an enumeration of nouns which only creates a story in the reader's mind. You can write anything, in any way you like – as long as you keep it 50 words short.
I like mini-sagas a lot because they make people come up with often witty and concise stories. Imaginative freedom through formal boundaries – just like a Haiku.
What about you, my dear fellow Dollars? I'm curious to read your opinions and mini-sagas.
By the way, here is my first mini-saga (brings back a lot of memories):
Contact The room was dark except for a small cone of light. Moaning. Heat spreading. "Ahhh...!" A woman's voice. Groaning. Sweat. Bodies shifting. Sighing. Click. The lights went on. "Which fool's installed the fuse box next to the boiler?!", she exclaimed. He switched off the forch, and they left the cellar.
This is actually a really fun sounding idea. The Death of Death One day, the world assassinated Death. They prepared a system of intricate traps, and then sacrificed Jason Segel to draw him out. Death was so sad about Segel’s demise that he didn’t pay attention to his job. BAM, a boulder crushed his head. And that was the end of Death.
Gruelling Labour A man approached him wielding knives. "Let him place his knives on your skin. Let him sharpen his blades within the next few hours. In your flesh their edges shall soon refresh. So let him whet his steel; you aren't able to feel pain anyway", the grindstone thought to himself.
Lost There was once a women with many thoughts, but no one to share them with. So she would go to a small cave in the woods, and tell them to the darkness. Sometimes they were nonsense. Sometimes they were more.
