Skinny Fiction is any story with a word limit of 100, 50, 25 or 10 words. It’s a real challenge to tell a complete story in so few words but it can be a lot of fun to try.
Ernest Hemingway managed to write a complete story in only six words and it’s still regarded as a powerful work of fiction.
For sale: baby shoes, never worn.
If you’ve written some Skinny Fiction you can send it to the Skinny Fiction site run by Gary Taffe, author of Urban Hunters, at Skinny Fiction. Follow the instructions on the site and your story might be chosen for publishing on a Skinny Fiction web page like this one. Include your word count when you send your story.
If you have a web or blog site, you can host Skinny Fiction stories on your own site for your followers to enjoy. Instructions on Gary Taaffe’s site.
Readers can enjoy a selection of stories from Skinny Fiction here.
SKINNY FICTION 10:
Stalked
Footsteps. Alone. Full moon.
by Amelia Skinny Fiction
Rolling Stones
“Get off”, Mick urged them. It’s weed we want, not moss.
by Yew Black Skinny Fiction
SKINNY FICTION 25:
Historical Romance
As she watched him undress, Anne Boleyn was no longer sure what there was about him that had caused her to lose her head.
by Yew Black Skinny Fiction
SKINNY FICTION 100:
Please Explain
Our kids were constant visitors next door and played happily with the neighbour’s kids.One morning they asked if they could go next door. I replied, ‘It is early yet, wait a while, their mum may still be asleep in bed and you would only get on her nerves.’ Apparently the next door kids were just as keen and I heard one call out ‘When are you coming over to play?’ Imagine my red face when I heard my youngest yell back. ‘We can’t come over yet. Mum said that your mum will only get on our nerves.’
by Annabelle Skinny Fiction
Friends to Relatives
Sandra was meeting Scott for coffee. This was their third meeting. She smiled as he said ‘Hello’. ‘Isn’t it strange how we feel as if we’ve known each other before?’ Sandra said as they sat down. ‘I’ve brought some family photos to show you, do you want to see?’ Scott nodded yes with a smile. ‘That’s my dad, my mum, and my two brothers.’ Sandra’s finger travelled along the photos. ‘They’re a nice family.’ Her eyes moved up from the photos and Sandra saw Scott’s surprised expression. ‘What?’ she asked. Scott breathed deep. ‘We have a parent in common.’
Joan Harley 2012 Skinny Fiction
On the Write Track 
Nice work, Jacqui. Thanks for submitting your fantastic stories to Skinny Fiction too. I should have them added to the list for all to read very soon.
What fun!
A challenge, but they say less is more, so I’ll have to have a go!
“For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” Powerful. Sounds like the end of a sad story.