Wednesday, September 18, 2013

55 Word Challenge: Week Seventy-Five



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 FINALLY caught up.) 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.  
 
I have also added 2 new badges. An Honorable Mention badge and an Overachiever badge. To be eligible for the Overachiever Badge, you need to use all 3 prompts.

 
 
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:
 



 
 
 
*All photos are mine, taken at various locations around my home town.
 
Shameless Plug:
 
His dreams were haunted by the dead. Amy accused him of abandoning her; his mother hissed that he was worthless. His father… his father chased him down the hall, his belt slapping against the wall.

“Boy, when I get hold of you,” SLAP, “you won’t be able to,” SLAP, “sit down for a week.”

“I’m sorry, sir. I tried. I couldn’t stop them.”

“Coward,” his father accused.

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You can read more of this excerpt at Bullish Ink. Check out the other fun posts for Zombie Week and stay tuned Friday for an announcement.

Undead Ahead: Zombies is available on Kindle, Nook, Kobo and in DOC format on Gumroad.


10 comments:

  1. She escaped the noise of her friends and ran to her favourite place. She loved the sound of her shoes as they echoed on the metal bridge. She watched as the sunlight filtered through the trees making even the dirty river sparkle.

    “They like me,” she whispered to no one in particular, “they really do!”

    55 words
    @reravelling

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  2. Laid To Rest

    The metal angles reminded him of sitting in church beside his mama. The way the sun pierced through the stained glass, casting a panoply of crimson shades and shapes across Father Fitzgerald’s skull, was a grim memory. Fortunately for everyone, the priest now rested, forever, beneath the triangle of cool blue water and river rocks.

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    55 words / @bullishink

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  3. Small Town Sorrow

    Oh, her? She’s harmless…just watchin’ her kids play. If’fn ya don’t see no kids, don’t worry. Don’t nobody see ‘em but her. Hell, ain’t nobody seen ‘em since their bodies turned up in that barn by Johnson’s place. Found some feller’s boot prints leadin’ down to Tanglebush Creek but that’s ‘bout it. Real shame that.

    55 words @klingorengi

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  4. Only Memories

    Remember the creek, Jay? How Ma and Pa looked for us everywhere, and we giggled hidden under the bridge? The last time we played in the tree house?

    I hope, whoever took you, is good to you. I wait. Is twenty years too long to wait? Alone? In our old house? Without Ma and Pa?

    55 words
    @needanidplease

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  5. Swinging

    The elderly couple exited their tiny cottage, walked hand-in-hand amongst the tall hardwoods and followed along the narrow country road. They paused on the bridge, tossed some pebbles into the creek, and continued to the pond swings, where they released hands, sat down, kicked their legs, and became little kids again for one brief moment.

    55 words
    @ducknado

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  6. “Hey.”

    Ben was taller and darker haired than Stacy. She related to his haunted expression more than she’d ever admit aloud.

    “I can’t believe that old swing set’s still standing.”

    Stacy threw a rock from the bridge into the river.

    “Our moms probably have the house tidied up by now.”

    “I still hate it here.”


    55 words
    @DavidALudwig

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  7. The Devil’s Alternative

    The shooting’s stopped.
    I told him. He wouldn’t listen.
    If the army couldn’t stop them, how would he, or our walls around the house?
    They’ll be crossing the bridge about now.
    “OK kids, time to come in now.”
    Only three shells left in this old pistol.
    “Quiet! We’re going to meet Daddy.”
    Lord forgive me.

    55 words
    @nickjohns999

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  8. Whenever we take the bridge shortcut, I’m reminded of the spring the creek flooded. Grandpa drove over the bridge anyway. We had to tuck our knees under our chins as the water poured into the car. Grandma cried when we finally got home safe. That’s why Grandpa can’t take you two camping. Now stop asking.

    55 words
    @BethAvery

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  9. The little boy on the swing reminded me of my own son. His unruly chocolate brown curls, his bright blue eyes crinkled in laughter. I choked back a sob. It had been 250 years. 250 years of heartache for the child who had died that night in my arms. 250 years of being the monster that killed him.

    55 words
    @bookwormattack

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  10. The two friends they were on the swings swinging happily. From where they sat they could see the bridge and the creek below, especially when swinging high up in the air. And then it happened! One minute they were in the park the next they had disappeared but to where no one knows for sure.

    55 Words
    @ekraussknitting

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