Wednesday, March 6, 2013

55 Word Challenge: Week Forty-Nine

55 Word Challenge
Week Forty-Nine

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? 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. Gnomish Destiny

    Reginald knew it was not his destiny to gather dust in a shed full of forgotten things.

    He hadn’t made it very far away but had at least found a new home when a bystander took him from the crash site.

    Shivering, he tried, unsuccessfully, to remind himself the shed had been a bad place.

    55 words @klingorengi

  2. Jerry stood but two spans tall. The snow, when he was found reached near the top of his frozen pointed hat. His last words, "Just a wee bit longer," etched forever on his grave stone gave tribute to his dedication to guard the treasure's entrance and save all the chocolate for himself.

    52 words

  3. Redneck Proposal

    It ain’t much to look at now, but by the end of the week, when those metal screens are snapped in place and the cellar is laid with supplies, it’ll be safer than mother’s milk if those virus ridden dead heads come this way. So, you wanna hunker down with me or what, pretty lady?

    - - - - -
    55 words / @bullishink

  4. There it was, right next to the snow-covered barbecue. The map led straight to it. Ralph had no idea how long it had been there, but the glory would be his. He pushed away the snow to reveal a gnarled horn attached to a half-rotted animal skull. “I found a unicorn!”

    51 words

  5. The water went long ago. The blue planet is now brown. Anyone who could afford to left this dirtball in their dust. The rest of us scrimp, save and starve trying to pay the extortionate prices for space water. I’ve heard of a place where water still flows. I’m taking Chana and hoping for blue.

    55 words


    Most people blamed gremlins, even though very few believed in them. A few tools go missing from the shed or the wood pile tips without explanation. He didn’t need credit.

    Then came the glorious advent of traveling gnomes. His acts became more brazen; driving boats through the tree line. Come spring there would be fireworks.

    55 words

  7. Dream Home

    “We’re not spending my inheritance on this wreck.”

    “Too late,” he thought surveying his land.

    Admittedly it would take maximum effort to create a dream home but as the saying goes “hard work never killed anyone”.

    He didn’t expect her to lift a finger in the process.

    Her death would be both tragic and accidental.

    55 words (not including title)

  8. People look at that house and see a rundown old shack that probably needs to be torn down.
    But you know what I see?
    I see memories.
    Memories of children laughing.
    Of friends and family.
    Of warmth and happiness.
    A house is only as beautiful as the hearts inside. Take great care to remember that.

    55 words @bookwormattack

  9. This is a test message to see if all of my previous messages were deleted by the system because I had been on my VPN when I sent them. If THIS message doesn't get deleted, then maybe that was the case and I'll try posting my story again.

    The deletion may also be due to my having javascript disabled for due to security and privacy issues.

    1. Just looked and see that they were put in the spam folder. If that happens again, just email me and I'll fix it.

    2. Okay. Thanks. I may just have to remember to allow Google to use javascript when I post here. Otherwise, Google is just too invasive and I usually deny it javascript. (Also one of the many reasons I use WordPress, instead of Blogger/BlogSpot.)

  10. Well, it looks like that worked (probably enabling javascript for Google). Here, then, is my story. I hope it stays posted this time.

    This is for the first photo:

    "Hey! It's cold in here!

    "I can't move!

    "I can't see anything! It's nothing but white!

    "Can anyone see me?

    "Where's the nice, warm swimming pool? Where's the beach? Where's the Spa?

    "Isn't this supposed to be a tropical paradise?

    "That's what someone told me when I booked this vacation on Travelocity."

    52 words

  11. "Should Have Said No"


    “C’mon,” she said. “Wanna show you something.”

    It was late, cold, dark; but I couldn’t say no.

    The decrepit boat was confusing, though.

    “What’s special about it?”

    She stepped up behind me. Something metal cracked my skull. THWACK “It’s special, ‘cause no one would ever look under it for your body.

    Neat, right?”


    55 w/o title
    2nd Prompt


    Banking hard to the right, Sarah pressed hard against my left shoulder. Readying the boat, we shared a brief smile acknowledging the contact.
    Guns drawn, we were closing in on our prey.
    A howling wind sits me down; a bump on my head brings back reality. Romance and action live harmoniously in any imaginary game.

    55 words without title

  13. I followed his tracks through the forest, coming to the village of Two Waters, named for the two streams that flowed through it. As before, there was no one in the village, the windows in the guardian’s barracks were shattered, and two dead guardians were inside. A note on the floor said, “No guns.”

    55 Words

  14. “He won't go Gary, says he was born here so will die here.”

    “But it's just a dilapidated shed. How can he have been born here?”

    “Wasn’t always this way. When he got out of prison my brothers razed the house to the ground.”

    “Jeez! Why?”

    He killed our Mother here.”

    55 words