Wednesday, April 30, 2014

#55WordChallenge Week Ten: Mud, Rain and Pigs

Welcome back to #55WordChallenge! Please read below, because there are a few changes!

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. The challenge begins at noon Eastern time every Wednesday and ends at noon the following Tuesday. Winners will be posted Wednesday. 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. 

I am no longer requiring that the story be posted in the comment section below, although you can if you choose. Instead, post the story in your blog, then post a link in the comment section, along with your twitter handle or email address, so I can contact you if you are the winner. Again, if you don't have a blog, feel free to post in the comment section. On Wednesdays I will post the winning stories in the blog post.

And what does the winner get? Besides bragging rights and this badge, which can proudly be displayed on your blog or website? A paperback copy of my newest zombie tale, Dreams Of The Damned.
All winners will receive a digital copy of the book. 

I also have 2 additional badges,  An Honorable Mention 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.

 And here we go..
Photo Prompts:
Pig And Chicken
Pig and Chicken
Mud Play
Mud Play
Rain At Night
Rain at Night


  1. Here is my offering

  2. “You look tasty. I bet you would be good with barbeque sauce.”

    “You talking to me, little piggy? Because I bet if you go to the market, you’re going to come back sliced and diced and ready for breakfast. Yum yum.”

    “Bring it on, Chicken Little. Watch out, the sky might fall. On your head.”

    55 words

  3. Raindrops fell around Will as he took Elsie in his arms, the mud squelching under his boots. She tipped her head back, and her baby blues seemed to glow with happiness.
    Her voice was all he heard over the din of barnyard animals surrounding them. "Well, cowboy? Are you gonna kiss me or not?"

    54 words

  4. Muddled Love!

    She makes tiny cups and saucers with the drying mud. “Mama, tea!” She offers me with her teeny hands. As I sip the pretend brew, she throws her arms around me and glows.

    The cups crumbled when her birth mother claimed her. The mud wasn’t sticky enough, but my love was. She would never know!

  5. Under your skin

    “You can go anywhere in the world, but until you live there, until you get the dirt under your nails, it will never be home. “

    I think my mom was talking about farming. Me, I got a mad bath from a car passing me in the rain last night. The city is now home.

    55 words (not including title)

  6. My entry:

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    @FETTERSLOPEZ 54 words

    We were so poor for drinking we collected rain in an upturned umbrella, made dinnerware from mud dried under our only heat source, and supper consisted of Porky portions served with stone soup. Henny Penny’s renewable commodity earned her a reprieve as we enjoyed fresh eggs with the sun’s rise. Our blessings were counted.