Help! I'm stuck in Earl's blog! 

 The deadliest poison goes down sweet. 

Ask not for whom the bell--

Damn it, Steve, it's seven words! 

I came, I shrugged, I left. 

The unquiet dead wouldn't shut up. 

Thirteen ghosts smashed seven mirrors; oops.

Sun eater, sin eater, gobbling legionnaires. 

Eleven six word stories, none sold. 

The spoon flicked; the custard spattered. 

The sun reached out for Earth. 

Lost: one toupee, worn only once. 

The Screaming Skull had laryngitis. Ironic. 

Surrender. The blank page had won. 

Enter: the apotheosis. Exit: Palmyra Nadir. 

Proud Abraham, dreams shattered by comeuppance. 

She finished last, but laughed last. 

Her photo sneered behind shattered glass. 

With six words, the world began.