For the most part, the Changchun Friends website is not very active and has been superseded by the Tencent "Wechat" app by the local expat community. This website is maintained sporadically, people may still join and membership is still open, but if you are a spammer, stay away. The archived information here is still useful, but some may be out of date. There are plans to make it more useful for static information in the future. If anyone needs information about Changchun or China, you may post a message and it probably will get a response but not immediately.

Changchun Friends

a great way to get involved

The Shortest And Most Accurate History Of The World You’ll Ever Read

Views: 48

Add a Comment

You need to be a member of Changchun Friends to add comments!

Join Changchun Friends

Comment by Przemyslaw (Murin) Murzyn on February 15, 2014 at 10:31

Good stories I like Margaret Atwood’s 6-word story the most :)

Comment by Richard Roman on February 14, 2014 at 17:32
Great stuff!

What about the shortest story ever written. Here are a few
Tweet


Look, time is precious–we don’t have time to crack open a book from this list, even if some of them are by Tolstoy and Proust. So, for the minute-crunchers out there who still need their literature fix, we’ve included a pint-sized list of tiny tales below; stories that are short enough to read, in their entirety, in the time it takes for you to conjure up a sneeze and expel it. Heck, even this intro paragraph looks like Clarissa next to these short shorts.

“Knock” by Fredric Brown:

The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.


Ernest Hemingway’s famous 6-word story:

For sale: baby shoes, never worn.

Margaret Atwood’s 6-word story:

Longed for him. Got him. Shit.

Alan Moore’s 6-word story:

Machine. Unexpectedly, I’d invented a time

“The Dinosaur” by Augusto Monterroso:

Cuando despertó, el dinosaurio todavía estaba allí.

(“When he awoke, the dinosaur was still there.”)

“Untitled Hardboiled Pulp No. 7″ by Duane Swierczynski:

After all these years, grandma still had a face that could take a punch.

“Aphorism #20″ by Franz Kafka:

Leopards break into the temple and drink all the sacrificial vessels dry; it keeps happening; in the end, it can be calculated in advance and is incorporated into the ritual.

“Spring Spleen” by Lydia Davis:

I am happy the leaves are growing large so quickly. Soon they will hide the neighbour and her screaming child.

“siseneG” by Arthur C. Clarke:

And God said: DELETE lines One to Aleph. LOAD. RUN. And the universe ceased to exist.

Then he pondered for a few aeons, sighed, and added: ERASE. It had never existed.

© 2024   Created by Richard Roman.   Powered by

Badges  |  Report an Issue  |  Terms of Service