In the comments, share the saddest story you can tell using six words or fewer. After a few days, I'll tell you a super-sad six-word story my sister-in-law told me over Pesach. We can vote on whose story is the saddest.
When Hungarian Jews arrived in Auschwitz-Berkenau - ostensibly for a temporary (three day?) relocation. Upon arriving they were asked to send postcards home reassuring their loved ones that everything was ok. They were told to say they had come to Waldsee
Wow! The impersonators are really getting involved. Just note that http://www.blogger.com/profile/17882436174054578303 is not http://www.blogger.com/profile/04376537400767851942
I actually vote for first anon's "I still make coffee for two"
it is very poignant, because it not only captures the reality of death, but also captures the sadness and emptiness of the survivor... Also, it punctuates the loneliness of the survivor. Only one left, yet clinging to the last, the second...
Death, destruction, mayhem, eternal fire: Armageddon.
ReplyDeleteRising seas, arctic deserts, carbon monoxide.
ReplyDeleteMissed the sale and paid retail
ReplyDeletePost-seder, cookie found in charoses.
ReplyDeleteContinuum Hypothesis will never be proved.
ReplyDeleteAnother day. Messiah is not here.
ReplyDeleteCats don't respond to my affections.
ReplyDeleteAnd the pigeons are still here.
ReplyDeletecats and pigeons show mutual affection.
ReplyDeleteFor sale: Baby shoes, never used
ReplyDeleteSuicide note is marked return to sender.
ReplyDeleteMom screamed. Boy screamed. Orphan born.
He loved her enough to pretend otherwise.
Born. Schooled. Worked. Died. Never lived.
I still make coffee for two.
House for sale: memories not included.
Indian immigrant: taxi driver with MD.
My father still has my virginity.
Dinner for one, martinis for two.
"Suicide hotline" "hello?" "hel..." "Suicide hotline"
anon 11:54 - what's with all the suicide.
ReplyDeleteArbeit Macht Frei
ReplyDeleteWhile AMF is only three words, in light of it: German vacation to Waldsee. Back soon!
ReplyDeleteAwm got the one my sister-in-law told me! that story is attributed Ernest Hemingway. www.snopes.com/language/literary/babyshoes.asp
ReplyDeleteWaldsee?
ReplyDeletehttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waldsee
e: I didn't realize this was a contest.
ReplyDeletetrs: can you read the title?
ReplyDeleteObserve that the last sentence of the post, "We can vote on whose story is the saddest," was not included in the version you received via email.
ReplyDeleteWhen Hungarian Jews arrived in Auschwitz-Berkenau - ostensibly for a temporary (three day?) relocation. Upon arriving they were asked to send postcards home reassuring their loved ones that everything was ok. They were told to say they had come to Waldsee
ReplyDeleteMy eyes have been opened.
ReplyDelete-TRS: That's only 5 words
ReplyDeletemore problematically, it's not a sad story.
ReplyDeleteIt depends what your eyes have been opened to . . . it may indeed be very sad! (As in "My innocence has been lost")
ReplyDeleteI wasn't joining the contest.
ReplyDeletesnob
ReplyDeleteWho?
ReplyDeletetrs
ReplyDeleteagreed
ReplyDeleteSnob! Who? The real shliach. Agreed.
ReplyDeleteWhen the real shliach is called a snob, it is a sad day indeed.
ReplyDeleteyup
ReplyDeleteI Only laugh on the outside
ReplyDeleteLove at first sight. Never meet.
ReplyDeleteUnwanted Boy grows into Wanted man
ReplyDeletesurvived concentration camps, killed by chocolate
ReplyDeletesurvived cancer, run over by truck
ReplyDeleteescapes germany, no country accepts, returns
ReplyDeleteWaiting For Godot
ReplyDeleteJewish History
ReplyDeleteAnon: Are you the same dolt who was posting those math "riddles" around a month ago?
ReplyDelete?
ReplyDeleteI guess you're not. You can read the other anon's antics at http://eholdsforth.blogspot.com/2011/03/mathematically-proven-fact-accelerate.html
ReplyDeletenope thats me
ReplyDeleteReread what you wrote. Is it you, or is it not you?
ReplyDeleteAre you the one?
ReplyDeleteOf course not.
ReplyDeleteBut then again, I am.
ReplyDeleteAs am I...
ReplyDeleteOh Shut up and get of my blog!
ReplyDeletebut it aint me
ReplyDeleteWow! The impersonators are really getting involved. Just note that http://www.blogger.com/profile/17882436174054578303 is not http://www.blogger.com/profile/04376537400767851942
ReplyDeleteTo the impersonator: How did you get 230 profile views in less than six days?
ReplyDeleteare we gonna vote?
ReplyDeletecertainly a prize awaits me
ReplyDeleteFine Let's vote. I vote for AwM's
ReplyDeleteI actually vote for first anon's "I still make coffee for two"
ReplyDeleteit is very poignant, because it not only captures the reality of death, but also captures the sadness and emptiness of the survivor...
Also, it punctuates the loneliness of the survivor. Only one left, yet clinging to the last, the second...
are we censoring me?
ReplyDeleteWhy do you feel censored?
ReplyDeleteAnyway, I just made a poll with (almost) all the contest entries. You are all invited to vote.
having looked into it, it seems the blogger service suffered a major crash recently, and with the crash some posts disappeared.
ReplyDeleteapparently this affected my last comment here and your last comment...
http://bit.ly/jlyd7Q
Oh well. so just for the record, I voted for "Baby shoes for sale, never worn," and AWM voted for "i still make coffee for two."
ReplyDeleteAWM: You assumed too much- maybe the couple just broke up?
ReplyDeleteTrs: perhaps that's been daddee
ReplyDeleteStupid autocorrect: perhaps that's even sadder
ReplyDeletepoll closed. anon won the contest.
ReplyDeletesigh, this is what happens when I forget to subscribe.
ReplyDeleteSad Jewish Girl blogs at http://unconsummated.blogspot.com
ReplyDeleteHey anon, stop stealing my show.
ReplyDeletehttp://shomernegiah.blogspot.com/
Anon II: You're story is very sad, but Anon I's is much more gripping. Sorry.
ReplyDeleteYou're still blogging?!
ReplyDeleteNot really.
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