Wednesday, February 13, 2013

55 Word Challenge: Week Forty-Six

55 Word Challenge
Week Forty-Six

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 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 $5.00 Amazon Gift Card. And for three, a Kindle copy of Reverie, my latest single release.  

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:

This is the Journal Entry of Captain Benjamin Franklin Moore II. It was found in Fairview Ga. during renovations of Graystone Manor, which once had been a sanitarium. Captain Moore and his company had been traveling through Georgia, under orders to join troops outside Fort Pulaski. They never made it. How they ended up in Fairview is a mystery. The diary is a tale of confusion and bizarre happenstance. It is believed that they may have succumbed to an illness that caused delusions. There are no records from Graystone Manor to indicate that they had been there. If Captain Moore’s account is to be believed, his entire company perished within days of each other. As to the believability of his account, we will leave that to you, the reader.
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  1. Three

    Three cards I pull from beneath the tangled web of beads.

    Somehow, I know what each means.

    The Chariot. The Queen of Swords. The Wheel of Fortune.

    They could go either way; be good or bad, depending on the whim of the Universe at the time.

    What will my fortune equate to?

    53 words {with title}

  2. Acacia stands tall in the window, her gaze drifting over the mist ensconced landscape, waiting for the visitor the cards foretold.

    In the doorway behind her Erudide leans casually against the frame. “He is coming then?”

    “Yes,” she whispers, her fingers tightening around the sword hilt. “We shall meet at last at The World’s End.”

    55 words

  3. I made my way to the church, hoping I’d find someone. Its door opened silently. Its interior was lit only by moonlight. Everything was gone. No pews. No crosses. No altar. Just a very old book, sitting on a table. I opened it, and flipped through. It was written in the Ancient’s language.

    55 Words

  4. Lizzie took a deep breath and adjusted the pale pink glasses sitting atop the bridge of her nose. She looked at the crowds walking like robots past her, dressed in black and dripping with the ooze of societal conformity, and began to push her way opposite them. Her destiny would be decided by her alone.

    55 words

  5. The book flipped and chattered and jumped about the table. Tobias’eyes were glued to it. Dorian continued to wave her arms about. Suddenly the locks snapped open and the pages fluttered as it yawned out a sigh. Then the whole world around Tobias faded and light appeared all around. Dorian said, ‘Arh, here we go.”

    55 Words

  6. The thing about having many heads is that you have to be many people at once.
    Jules envied all those people who could segue from one aspect of themselves to another as the situation demanded it.
    Jules fluttered in the badly-lit bathroom, fitting three heads on, alternating, in the end unable to tell them apart.


  7. Nag Champa incense burned as the worn tarot cards were turned over, one at a time. The wind blew, rattling the windows. The woman glanced up. She picked up a lighter and ignited the white candle. She blew out a slow breath and turned the last card of the deck. Death smiled back at her.

    55 words

  8. "Oh no," he said, banging the desktop in frustration. "I've missed the deadline. This could have been my big break." Nadine smiled, lit a cigarette and passed it to him. "Relax," she said. "You'd not wear it well." "What do you mean?" he said. "Celebrity. Let's face it. You were made for the real world."