I tried, recently, writing six-line or seven-line stories. This is one of my attempts. Will post a couple more sometime later.
And for those who are musically inclined, the title of this story is also the title of a song by the band Metric.
I have perfected the art of committing suicide.
Not by hanging: you would want to loosen the noose.
Not by coming in front of a train: you’d step off the track once you hear the horn.
Not by cutting your wrist: your hand shivers just trying that.
The best way is to jump off a cliff blindfolded: you do not know what’s coming your way.
I know this works efficiently; I have, after all, been successful at it.