55-Words: An Artist’s Temperament
Writers turn everything into creation and call it artist temperament. A story about an artist’s complicated relationship with their audience in 55 words.
Writer’s Diary
Martinis
Excitement writ large on two faces Martinis. Classic. Smiling, he murmured How do I make it? Childlike glee turned cherubic disappointmentCharmed, he promised fairy godmother-like Don’t worry, I’ll find out! Wish I had a flowing gown to match that classy conical glass! I’d wish I was on a romantic date…
To Thine Own Self Be True
A powerful story of self-discovery and strength. A woman finds solace in an unexpected place, facing judgment and questioning her beliefs.
The Graveyard Of Relic Rituals
The institution of marriage does not hold sanctity any more. His tone scoffed but his voice was gentleReminding her to anticipate reality and not be hurt by it Yet, she persisted, I hold it sacred, even if no one else doesAnd till then,It won’t be relegated to the graveyard of…
55-words: Midas In Reverse
He insisted, I tell you I have the Midas touch! She said, I believe you. Only you are Midas in reverse.You only touch that which is already gold. He laughed. She did too. She didn’t tell him she was thinking Midas turned life into cold metal.But you could bring gold…
55-Words: Past Choices
Some 55-word-stories, related and un-related. Draw your own conclusions and leave your comments behind. Also cross-posted on IFSHA. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ She: I want to meet your ex-girlfriend. He: What an odd thought! Why? She: She’s your past and that’s part of you. Getting to know you includes meeting your past. It’s…
55-Words: The Crowded Restaurant
A conversation in 55 words at a restaurant. If you liked this, read my other 55-word stories here. ~O~O~O~O~O~O~ Finally a free table! It had two armchairs. Claiming the table before anyone else,She dived into one armchair, in a quick move, He followed, offering the other courteouslyTill it was politely…
A Crush
A story about a crush in 55 words.
55-Words: Footprints
Like a long forgotten but much loved sweaterThe memory of him tumbled into her sight When she was taking one of her rare solitary walksShe paused outside his doorAnd stood for a long whileBefore walking away When she got home, hours later,there were footprints outside her doorMatching his shoes.
XXFactor 55s On Men
Men like teaching me stuff,
Educating me on how it all is
Sometimes things I already know
Occasionally better than them.