Wednesday, August 14, 2013

55 Word Challenge: Week Seventy


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, past contests can be found here. (I am a bit behind in getting this updated.) The challenge begins at noon Eastern time every Wednesday and ends at noon Thursday. The story is based on one of three photo prompts. 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.
And what does the winner get? Besides bragging rights? This badge, which can proudly be displayed on your blog or website. You can even have it tattooed onto your body, but that might be a little weird.  
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. The Reluctant Witch

    Why do you need that mask? The wise ghost inquired.

    They will recognize me. The witch replied.

    What are your powers?

    Making people think I am a witch.

    Why do you want people to think you are a witch?

    I don’t really. I want people to like me.
    That’s why I am wearing this mask.

    55words (Sans title)

  2. Second Sight

    No one’s thoughts are that blank. The fortune teller shook the baby’s head to clear its sight. Is he hiding something horrible from my client? She aimed the head at the man again, then closed her eyes and concentrated.

    The doll slipped from her hands, her mouth gaping. He squeezes the toothpaste from the middle.

    55 Words

  3. The four women and Jack walked over a culvert into the city of Octavia. As they approached, rain began pouring down. A woman holding an umbrella ran for shelter.
    They came to the strange shop that Irene called home. Jack found the manikin which stood in the attic window holding the giant doll head unsettling.

    55 words

  4. Title: Past the Point of No Return

    Pushing past the twigs and bramble, we finally found the last portal. It was crumbling and eroding, but power still emanated from it. The waters that flowed from its center were said to be special and we eagerly drank. Little did we know what kind of portal this really was, until it was too late.

    55 Words

  5. WAYS

    The ways are theirs,
    Through forest or park,
    Up river or ditch,
    They know them all.

    The ways are many,
    Tangled and intertwined,
    Stretched and recursive,
    There is no escape.

    Their ways are fraught,
    With nightmares and dreams,
    With promise and disillusionment,
    They watch us suffer.
    We cannot hide and tire of running.

    54 words

  6. Spirit of the Forest"
    by Dr. Mike Reddy (@doctormikereddy) [55 words]

    Naomi was bloody mad. Furious in fact. And wet. Very very wet.

    "It'll be good for you!" her agent had promised. "Get your name and face in the public eye again."

    Naomi had grudgingly agreed. Perfume adverts were certainly memorable. "Spirit of the Forest" they called the stuff. More creosote and dog pee she thought.

  7. The Fence - Part 17

    The old woman smiled. A far younger woman stepped out of her. “I’ll take you to Alice.”

    “Who are you?”

    “Cynthia. Your grandmother.”

    I followed her along a walkway, beside a road. It started to rain as we walked. She pulled an umbrella from her waist and began to run. “Quickly, Flint! The horde comes!”

    55 words (excluding title)

  8. This comment has been removed by the author.

  9. Wrong as Rain
    by James Mender

    I arrived under a tree, nothing in view but gray skies and a nearly empty street.

    When the first drops fell, the lone woman opened her umbrella and raced away as if the devil himself was after her.

    Then one drop hit my exposed hand. It burned.

    In the distance, the woman began to scream.

    ~ ~ ~

    Author’s note: 55 words exactly

  10. “You have your daughter’s face,” they told her.

    It was meant as a compliment. Here, people lived in reverse; as they younged, they looked less like their parents and more like their children. When death loomed, seeing youthfulness reflected in their mirrors brought comfort.

    It might have comforted her, too, if her daughter had lived.

    55 words