Fiction: 55 Word Stories
This was fun. It is even more of a challenge to say something in a few words than to say it in many.
Sagnik tagged me so here goes…my 55-word stories.
<p align=”center”><strong>The Worker</strong></p>
The sun was shining, a blazing yellow-white. Heedlessly they trudged on.
“But do I have to?” he thought. “What if I break the pattern?”
He paused and started walking off in another direction. At a tangent.
Immediately he was swept away by a huge monstrosity that he never even saw coming at him.
Marigolds floating in water in earthen pots. Bamboo shoots by the door.
She ran a critical eye over them all.
Perfect. Just the way she always wanted.
A perfect wedding to the perfect man.
“Fantastic! You must be so happy.”
“I am” she acknowleged
and moved away before they could say
“It’s your turn next”
And I have to pass this on so I tag Sen, Ava and The Lone Rangers
You have to write a short story in 55 words. Have fun!
Smithy and I exchanged worried glances wondering whether everything had gone as planned.
Kasim should have been back at the cottage by then; he was late by 10 minutes. A bead of anxious sweat trickled down her neck into her pink blouse.
The wait continued. “Where the heck was Kasim? I hope he’s not dead.”
The name of your blog brought me here. This was the first name that we had thought of for our design studio but somehow didn’t go ahead with it. Glad to know the name is in safe hands 🙂
Liked your blog. Will come back soon to go through all of it.
your ant thing reminds me of a poem i wrote last year…here it is…
the little red devils come marching upon me
to take my body and claim my soul
they know no limits, know no boundary
they just march in to eat me whole
they march right in when i am sleeping
they have no god apart from need
from every crevice they come out creeping
feeding on death, their only creed
they’re everywhere the eye can see
inside my room, upon my bed
they crawl on my skin full of glee
they even crawl inside my head
i cannot run, i cannot hide
cornered thus, i have to fight
they hurt me hard,they wound my pride
crushing my soul with all their might
they have their fill,they take the spoils
they leave me hurt, in deepest sorrow
i make a resolve, my anger boils
i’ll kill those goddamned ants tomorrow!!!
Excellent! I am on it!
The tear in the carpet folded inwards between the two stairs. He drew his face close. Olfactory insult from cheap French cologne leapt towards him. He held his nose and stared. The blackest darkness he had ever seen and then, two glistening slits, two beady eyes.
“When was the last time you had this read?”
lol@ the worker 🙂
yea, worker was gooood .. plumento!
this damn 55 word thing is catchin like mad fire
Hi got new post read it! 🙂
…..every single morning I confess to wondering why I do what I do, live the way I do and hate my life.
– could soo relate to that!!
Thank you for your comment and birthday wish… It is coming soon. Womanhood blessed me 😉 literaly a few years ago, that is not cracked up to what it should be. I was referring more into the actual becoming of a person, a women perhaps, that can set the world on fire as my friend seemed to believe… Thank you again, it’s so fun to meet new bloggers. I will come back and visit!
🙂 great minds DO think alike!
Epiphanys last blog post..The glass house
@ Epiphany: 😛 And welcom to the Idea-smithy!