Wednesday, March 20, 2013

55 Word Challenge: Week Fifty

Welcome back to #55WordChallenge! We took a break last week. Hopefully you are ready to dive back in.
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? Unfortunately I am unable to continue on with the Gift card, for the moment. Hopefully this will change, finances will get better, blah, blah, blah...but I still have this purty badge for the winner to snatch and display however they want.

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:



  1. Dinner is served
    By Wakefield Mahon

    Clara blinked, her eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness.
    She felt their eyes bot could not see them.
    Dozens of hungry ghosts danced, drooling over her scantily clad body.
    Clara’s heart raced as she turned back and the horror sunk in.
    Dozens of ghosts shrieked as Clara opened her maw and inhaled their everlasting souls.

    55 words

  2. Martin was a ruthless soldier. His men ran free upon village after village of conquered armies. Today Martin had fallen in battle. Strangely he found himself on a table wearing nothing but women’s underwear. His men had won without him and they were about to treat themselves to the spoils of war. None recognized him.

    55 words

  3. Beads of perspiration formed on her skin. It was these lonely, hot summer nights that she couldn’t bear, these balmy evenings that lengthened into humid and unbearable nights, where inky blackness served only to torment.
    She turned on her back and stared at the ceiling, reminiscing, remembering, recalling the night she handed over his name…

    (55 Words)

  4. Imprisoned in stockings and lingerie. Nothing to chase away the chill of subterranean rock. No mercy for a fallen woman perverting the citizenry.

    I propped my head on my hand, lounging along a crude stone bench. Damned souls whispered in welcome.


    Me, fallen?

    “Silly mortals.” I smiled. “You’ve no idea how far I’ve fallen.”

    55 words

  5. The dead guardians all had guns, some drawn, some not. I set my rifle and two pistols on the floor. The stone table changed. Ghostly figures appeared behind it, looking at a woman laying on it. She wore only stockings and lingerie. She looked at me, smiled, and spoke, “Hello, Flint.”

    She knew my name.

    55 Words

  6. She could feel their icy breath wash over her prone body even though she couldn’t see their ghostly forms. Tia tried to remain still, knowing any sudden movements would scare them away, and that was the last thing she wanted. Her fear added to the eroticism of the moment as she awaited their sensual touch.

    55 Words

  7. Betsy will you get a move on, I’m sick pushing your behind with my trunk. Yes I know the humans are throwing peanuts but honestly you can’t pick every single one up we’ll be here all day. I was really hoping to get back to the tent in time for a pedicure before tonight’s performance.

    55 words

  8. Carson dreamed Aubrey into being, coaxed her into flesh, blood, bone. Gave her curves, softness, confidence . . . bits of his soul.

    Aubrey was designed to be his mate, giving meaning to his solitary life.

    Carson gave of himself so completely he's fading from existence, simply a ghost hovering around his greatest masterpiece. Invisible.

    55 words

  9. She lies unaware, heart thundering through her chest as if a herd of parade elephants resides within. No clue as to her unassuming beauty petrified in form: graceful curves, delicate lines, delectable flesh.

    Champagne, blush, and pinks all meld together as he inspects the final product.

    Yes, she is completely unaware that she is imagined.

    55 words

  10. Wanted: Prey

    He was confused…disoriented. He wasn’t quite sure that described what he was feeling but, at the moment, he wasn’t quite sure of anything.

    The single, indisputable sensation he could confirm in the swirling maelstrom of his thoughts was hunger… all-consuming, undeniable longing.

    Howling his frustration to the sky, he loped through the woods seeking surcease.

    55 words @klingorengi

  11. The phosphorescent forest around us burns electric pink. You'd think that'd make it easier to spot anthropoids, but those fuckers glow too.

    Ten days on this rock and we're down a third of the team; taken or glowblind. We can spark a retrieval beacon in the clearing ahead.

    A rustling from the left. Too close!

    55 words


    Until she moved the world would remain still, if distorted. She studied the clearing.

    Only the Traveler could go back and change the past, and even she could only go once. With everyone at the carnival she would have three minutes and one shot to save him—otherwise he’d join the souls she had failed.

    55 words

  13. The smell of cigar smoke and sweat lingered heavily upon Isabella's alabaster skin. A hopelessness and despair devoured her soul every minute she stayed in that horrid place. She was trapped.
    A knock sounded on the door leading to her room and Isabella took a deep breath as she prepared for her next customer.

    54 words @bookwormattack

  14. Awake?
    I think so. But this is high-level competition; my opponent is subtle. Can you dream of awaking? Certainly—but would the dream include this doubt? No. I decide: I am awake.

    Eyes open, I rise to one elbow—a woman's elbow. A stone slab, imprisoned spirits behind. Sex and death: a dream.


    55 words

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  16. Straight Through the Heart

    God. I felt like hurling. Too many hours wearing the infrared goggles. Waiting too long for my target. Shouldn't have eaten that corned beef and cabbage. Trees shouldn't be pinkish. And asshole shouldn't have killed that girl. Snap. Movement to my right. He stepped into my cross hairs. Last sound... The bullet splitting his heart.

    55 words