Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Saturday 6 September 2014
That morning the sun rose in the West
This is not what happened, obviously. The title of this post is in fact the whole short story, one short, (very short in fact) story. According to Anthony Burgess, it is the shortest science-fiction short story of all time. I will go further: it IS maybe the shortest short story of all time, never mind the genre. I do not know who invented it, I suspect it was Burgess himself. In any case, I wanted to share it with my readers.
too funny! i thought the shortest story ever written was:
taboo
His guardian angel whispered to Fabian, behind his shoulder: "Careful, Fabian! It is decreed that you will die the minute you pronounce the word doyen." "Doyen?" asks Fabian, intrigued. And he dies.
Québécois originaire du Saguenay expatrié en Angleterre à cause d'un mariage avec une Anglaise.
Quebec expatriate living in England because he married an English woman.
4 comments:
Je revendique l'histoire romantique la plus courte! Un seul caractère!
Genius!
too funny! i thought the shortest story ever written was:
taboo
His guardian angel whispered to Fabian, behind his shoulder: "Careful, Fabian! It is decreed that you will die the minute you pronounce the word doyen." "Doyen?" asks Fabian, intrigued. And he dies.
Here's a shorter one by Hemingway:
"For Sale. Baby shoes. Never worn."
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