55 Word
Challenge
Week
Forty-Three
Welcome back to
#55WordChallenge!
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 jezri@writing.com. 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:
The photos today come from Public Domain Pictures courtesy of George Hodan. I have found that a lot of the pictures that I find and like on this site are from this artist. Follow him on Facebook and help support his work.
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Did you ever wish you had the ability to use magic and cast spells to do anything you wanted to? Well, so does Keldane. Unfortunately, just being the son of the most powerful magic user the world has ever known doesn’t come with any guarantees. It’s not without very good cause he’s known to his classmates as Keldane the Cursed.
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Lost and Found
ReplyDelete“My bear!”
Miranda began to cry, reaching back for the scruffy toy she’d carried her entire life.
“There’s no time. “ Tad pointed to the creatures not far behind them, and the group moved forward.
A few minutes later, small dead hands scooped up the stuffed animal and cradled it close to an unbeating heart.
55 words {without title}
@Angelique_Rider
The delay caused numerous reactions ranging from an irritating tapping of five-inch-heels and drumming fingers to frustrated glances at watches, long sighs and frequent calls home, but by far the most disturbing reaction was from the driver, who after the sickening impact, vacated his cab and walked directly in front of the 5.47 from Paddington.
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@LastKrystallos
The Last Days of Silence
ReplyDeleteCrap. If Goldwyn had waited one month the Jazz Singer would’ve been released and he would’ve known that signing a movie star with a voice like sawdust was insane.
He hadn’t.
Shelby Blanchard was gonna bankrupt him.
If he didn’t act.
“Railroad scene today, Boss,” Bert called.
Goldwyn smiled.
No one paid a dead woman.
(55 words - not including title)
@charitygirlblog
He tried to make out what he was seeing; the metal links not making sense. As the vibration under his torso increased and he realised what had woken him. He yanked at the ropes, but they’d strung him up good. He had never seen wheels on track at this angle before, and wouldn’t ever again.
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@PurpleQueenNL
A screech rings out as metal grates metal
ReplyDeletea searing pain in her head as the train stops
squinting through clouded eyes to see the hefty conductor approach
turning sharply with narrowed eyes he speaks
she hears a blur
he evicts her and once again she is forced to roam
by foot
through the wasteland.
55 words
@tsk_show
The last person to see the boy was that old farmer on highway 55. From his tractor he watched the boy slap a stick across the skinny slats of that fence. His lips were moving, maybe in song. On his turn back to the barn he noticed a man on horseback riding toward the boy.
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@B4Steph
NO PICNIC
ReplyDeleteIt had been a long hard fought war. The enemy had come in the most innocuous of guises, and infiltrated every level of our world’s society. When they attacked we were utterly helpless. Now grizzled veterans boast victory was inevitable, after that first winter.
All I know; there will be no more Teddy Bear Picnics.
55 words
@DavidALudwig
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ReplyDeleteFirstly, my apologies for typos etc. I am writing directly into the commentsfrom my phone while trying to get my wild child two year old to sleep.
ReplyDeleteBearly Coping
ReplyDeleteI'm beary scared. I'm beary lost. I'm beary lonely.
Why am I here face down on this cold, wet road?
Do you not love me anymore? Am I not worth crying for?
I'm beary sad. I'm beary tired. I'm beary hurt.
Come back. I'll soften the sad times and soak up your tears.
53 words
@DRyanLeask
Last Train To Summerville
ReplyDeleteSuch a little thing, a spring pin, but so much rides on it. Gordon couldn’t rightly remember if it was him or Smokey working the south track that day. What he did know was that Smokey had a family and the jury didn’t care who they hung long as someone’s neck was in the noose.
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@bullishink / 55 words (excluding title)
“Click clack goes the train on the track”
ReplyDeleteShe laughed hysterically.
He wondered if he had added too much vodka to the bottle.
She balanced barefoot on the rail with ballerina poise.
He marvelled at her lilac nail polish.
She slipped on a wet leaf.
He caught her shivering frame.
She crumpled, sobbing.
Click. Clack.
@reravelling
55 words
The fence marked the edge or our world. I walked along the fence, rifle ready. Nothing had come through the fence in years, but once, things had. We’d survived, standing against the chaos that engulfed the world when the fossil fuels ran out. Since then, we guarded the fence, the edge of our world.
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@LurchMunster
LOST TEDDY BEAR
ReplyDelete(If I wouldn’t play, Rachel announced, then she would go outside.)
No. Hush. Nearly done writing.
Please.
No.
Why not?
Not safe.
Roscoe will keep an eye on me.
Doesn’t count. Anyway it's raining.
It stopped.
No. Mommy’s home soon.
(The same chapter, nearly done. She asked where the hell Rachel was.)
@bytoropov
55 words, by the way. Forgot to include that.
DeleteTeddy's Travels
ReplyDeleteHaving no idea when a train might come along, he’d turned from the tracks and chosen the road instead.
His walking stick clacking on the rails of an old fence, he never heard the truck as it crested a low hill.
Striking him, it continued on its way, leaving him broken, dying and alone.
54 words @klingorengi
I chose the last photo.
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gmail is cmstewartwrite
“Keep the fence. Don’t cross it,” the dying fence keeper said. “Two worlds at once is too dangerous.”
I was foolish.
As I was straddling the fence, I saw both the mythical Red and the mythical Green.
Terror ripped my soul.
Now I am the fence keeper.
The world stays safe in black and white.
Waiting for a Train
ReplyDeleteI’m wet and cold.
Fur soaks up the rain like a sponge in the bath.
She said to wait.
I’m counting to see how long.
She wriggled through the fence.
Mother will beat her again for getting dirty.
She lay down to rest on the railway.
She said she was waiting for something as well.
55 words
@nickjohns999
Awwwww, that's really sad.
Delete55 Word Fiction
ReplyDeleteBag bursting with brambles, they rambled along the line. Annie, traipsed behind hitting each kiss-curl pin with the steel pole; their laughter rang out with each clank. The loose metal curl twirled through the summer air as the engine driver pushed back the springy silver strand from his eyes before it hit.
55 words
@AnnJudson
36 hours ago I fell from my bike. I now know every branch of the trees that surrounded me and each stone where I lay my head.
ReplyDeleteDespite my knowledge, a shattered fibula renders me motionless. My survival rate is less than slim.
Life is now far more precious, but fleeting at the same time.
Become familiar with your surroundings, rule one for survival.
ReplyDelete36 hours ago I fell from my bike. I now know every branch of the trees that surrounded me and each stone where I lay my head.
Despite my knowledge, a shattered fibula renders me motionless.
Life now extremely precious, but fleeting at the same time.