Legend has it that Hemmingway was in a bar (where else, amirite?) and he was bet that he couldn't make a short story with only ten words. His retort was that he could do it in six. A few seconds and ten bucks on the table later, he said to his drinking companion "For Sale: Baby's shoes. Never worn."
Which just gets creepier and more heartbreaking the more you think about it.
