Wednesday, January 9, 2013

55 Word Challenge: Week Forty-One

55 Word Challenge
Week Forty-One

Welcome back to #55WordChallenge. This is the second week for a new year. Last week was awesome! I am still rocked by those stories.

For those that are uninitiated, the 55 Word Challenge is a contest to write a story in 55 words or less. Not an easy task, but fun and I have been blown away by some of the entries. See for yourself, all the past contests can be found here.

The challenge begins at noon Eastern time every Wednesday and ends at noon Thursday. The story is based on one of three photo prompts and can be written in any genre you choose. My only request is no porn. I don't want to hear graphic details. If it is erotic, make it titillating, not obscene. I know that can be done and done well.

The story is to be posted in the comment section below, along with your twitter handle or email address, so I can contact you if you are the winner. If you don't want to list your email address, send it to me at I promise I won't distribute it, but if you are the winner I need a way to notify you and to send you your prize.

And what does the winner get? This purty badge for one. For two, a gift card for $5.00 from Amazon. This is usually sent to your email within one to two weeks after winning. If anyone is interested in contributing a prize, a book, cover art, whatever you want, let me know and we will work something out.

If you are an artist that would like to have your work featured, let me know!

Photo Prompt:
Old Building
Feet In Chains
Little Photographer



    Yellow is an easy color to find. Maybe that’s just here. Grandma says everything used to be all colors everywhere when the world was alive.

    Our hotel’s full of the color people bring with them. Not just yellow, but some green and red too.

    My chains are probably blue. I’ve always wanted to see blue.

    55 words

  2. Chained By Hope

    Chains come in many shapes and sizes. Some are heavy links in the sand, some are shackles of emotion. Mine were made of pain and hope mixed. I stood seduced by the promise, the suggestion of change.

    He said he’d return. He said he’d leave his wife. He said he’d keep me forever. In chains.

    55 words without title

  3. 50 years ago America decided safety was more important than freedom and citizens were required to turn in their weapons, at first it was just assault rifles, then hand guns, a little later shot guns and finally hunting rifles. And now chains drape my bare feet, a bullet will be delivered from a government gun.

    55 words

  4. "What does it feel like?" The counselor asked.

    "It feels like I'm drowning. It feels like I can't walk. It feels like someone's wrapped a heavy chain around my feet and I'm about to be thrown in so I can sink to my death."

    "Do you want that? To drown."

    "I do. More than anything."


  5. Yellowed memories cling to the buildings. Visitors find it quaint. Perky geraniums exude sickly sweet fragrance, covering scents of decay.

    From windows above, the Brothers watch, approving what they’ve made. Under stones, in dark and damp, we’ve come to hate the laughter of the tourists.

    Someday, we’ll break free and remake the world that was.


    1. 55 words. Sorry I omitted that bit.

  6. CRAYONS (From the third photo)

    He had no idea what this thing was - only that it worked. The world was monochromatic but he had heard that there used to be colour and once had been crayons. He looked through the device at some flowers, pushed the button and they became yellow.

    Excited, he yelled, "Mommy! Look! I found a crayon!"

    55 words

  7. Footfalls

    She was trapped. Reflected from the ochre walls the dying sun bathed her in sepia, as if she were already relegated to a page in a history text.

    The heavy footfalls of booted thugs jackknifed. Turning she found the echo had deceived her.

    Pale hands parted the drapes; a finger to the lips; Shhh.



  8. The sepia tones of the city were starting to slip into her dreams at night. She knew that the stones of the old house were gray, but the past and present were bleeding together in her head. Braxton was there when she woke screaming in the night; stroking her hair and whispering soothing, sepia-toned secrets.

    55 words

  9. Everything was dark. The sky was dull and dark and cloudy. The big people wore grey and black stuffy clothes and the tears rolling down their cheeks were murky. They were sad about his mommy. He wanted to be sad like them, but it was hard when his mommy’s favorite pretty yellow flowers were everywhere.

    55 words

  10. Incoming tide reaches just about eight feet at its full height. I’m just over six foot and the chain’s slack is about two feet, give or take.
    Survival is about numbers, strength and stamina.
    They’ll all watch, but I’m fine with that.
    Don’t feel bad, if you’d done what I did, this would be you.

    (55 Words)

  11. Would the chain be heavy enough? Would it take her all the way down to the bottom? Would she be able to join him there? She hoped so, but more importantly would he be there to greet her? She couldn’t do this on her own. She needed to be gone from here too.

    53 Words

  12. “HA! I finally got you. You can’t move, can you? The chains have iron.” The man was smug. “Now give me your gold.”

    Tamsil rolled his eyes, looking down at the chain wrapped around his bare feet. “I told you. I’m not a leprechaun. Idiot.” He gave a shark toothed grin. “But come closer, please.”

    55 words

  13. “You’re being melodramatic, you piss.” Melody said.

    “Drink it.” Mark snapped.

    I swallowed and felt the chains around me pull. They were cold, the promised death from the poison, warm.

    My last vision, Melody in Marks arms, a long passionate kiss. My cheating heart ceases. Worthless as a carton of days old milk, I expire.

    55 words

  14. Hidden Treasures

    Weighted down with heavy chains and tossed into the churning waves of the Aegean, she wept for her foolishness in believing the remote villa had ever offered safety from those seeking her son.

    Engrossed in using his burgeoning powers to produce wildflowers on the rocky shore, he felt the Seekers presence and prepared for battle.

    55 words @klingorengi

  15. Second Coming

    In their arrogance, they had sought to bind him. They thought him vanquished. Brooding, patient he planned his retribution. They must be punished for their presumption; so had it always been, so it would be again. Now he was ready. Stepping out of the cold iron, he reached once more for his cloak and scythe.

    55 words

  16. #55WordChallenge is closed. I will announce the winners asap...either tonight or tomorrow morning sometime. It's going to be tough.