tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post1701032424469689498..comments2023-11-02T06:15:00.347-04:00Comments on #55WordChallenge: 55 Word Challenge: Week ElevenLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01912641441536207956noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-28524674379891900742012-05-31T12:07:50.631-04:002012-05-31T12:07:50.631-04:0055 Word Challenge is now closed and in the hands o...55 Word Challenge is now closed and in the hands of our two judges! Thank you everyone for such great entries!Jezrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01912641441536207956noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-82970232190256597962012-05-31T08:32:32.232-04:002012-05-31T08:32:32.232-04:00Saraya swished her tail, smiling as much as a tige...Saraya swished her tail, smiling as much as a tiger could smile. She wasn’t angry. She was… content. <br><br>Her lover cowered in the water, pleading. But what are supplications to an animal. His carnal hunger brought him this far – dalliances with her sister. So she changed. <br><br>Now her own carnal hunger will see him through.Leo Godinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11198175384344604818noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-10164375471709985052012-05-31T06:30:11.481-04:002012-05-31T06:30:11.481-04:00Predator DeniedShal Khar entered the icy river hun...Predator Denied<br><br>Shal Khar entered the icy river hungrily. This morning, the grizzled predator desired fish. Tensed for the kill, his concentration was unexpectedly shattered.<br><br>“Hey, old dude! Get outta the trough! We all gotta drink from that y’know.”<br><br>Shal Khar glared at the young tiger. Sighing, he slowly stepped out. Another day of life in captivity began.<br><br>55 words @klingorengiJeffrey Hollarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05504298750127152026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-33163015840136618742012-05-31T00:54:00.640-04:002012-05-31T00:54:00.640-04:00"Welcome Home"She’d known he would retur..."Welcome Home"<br><br>She’d known he would return. There was no other way home. So, she waited on folded legs until they were numb, until the wick of the lamp above her blinked in weariness.<br><br>And when his ship docked, she allowed the other sailors passage. <br><br>But her scythe watered the bright green grass with his faithless blood.<br><br><br>@J_M_Blackman<br>55J.M. Blackmanhttp://blackmanjm.blog.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-29702536576136992262012-05-31T00:36:21.375-04:002012-05-31T00:36:21.375-04:00White, they called her, because of her skin and be...White, they called her, because of her skin and because of her insistence on priming the schoolhouse the moment the bricks dried.<br><br>White didn’t, couldn’t work in the mudlands, where dirt and despair ate children and old people alike. But she growled at despair, until one day they did too.<br><br>Tiger, they also called her.<br><br>55 words<br>@postupakRebekah Postupaknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-88701286953298349572012-05-30T18:36:51.545-04:002012-05-30T18:36:51.545-04:00Our machetes cut through the forest. Sweat dripped...Our machetes cut through the forest. Sweat dripped down his back, from his shoulders into his shorts. His glanced at me, at my breasts, swinging with each slice. We were going to make a clearing, just to tear our clothes off. <br><br>“Shit.”<br><br>“Are we there?”<br><br>We watched in wonder as the cat crossed our oasis.<br><br>@angelicadawsonAngelica Dawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590063222683830585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-83244295589049439072012-05-30T18:35:41.668-04:002012-05-30T18:35:41.668-04:00Madelac floated along the surface of her lake, cur...Madelac floated along the surface of her lake, curious at the new visitors. They were the quietest in years, their boats sliding through the stillness like ghosts. The brothers were as alike as twins, and so were their boats, now both empty. She hoped they returned soon. She wanted one of them to fall in.<br><br>55 words <br>@KimmydonnKim Gouldhttp://kimmydonn.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-82011415752090646922012-05-30T17:51:25.935-04:002012-05-30T17:51:25.935-04:00Their boats were there, but they weren’t. He kept ...Their boats were there, but they weren’t. He kept his approach quiet, so as not to ripple the water. A buzzing reached him, then a smell; iron. His hand grasped at the green boat, its edge slippery – blood. He looked in, but jerked back retching. There wasn’t much left of them. He was too late.<br><br>55 Words<br>@PurpleQueenNLMiranda Boershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166000575283710451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-11162702066236810142012-05-30T17:06:18.655-04:002012-05-30T17:06:18.655-04:00PERSPECTIVE“The river’s a shortcut, man. I’m telli...PERSPECTIVE<br><br>“The river’s a shortcut, man. I’m telling you.”<br>“Come on, Tony. I got the munchies, bad!”<br>“Fuck, man. Chill out. You’re going to love this Mexican joint.”<br>“I better. I shared all my catnip with you, brah.”<br>Between the ferns, the camp appeared, filled with delicious live meat wrapped in sleeping bag tortillas.<br>“Sweet burritos….”<br><br>55 words<br>@zombiemechanicsJ. Whitworth Hazzardhttp://zombiemechanics.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-82120418740020628332012-05-30T16:44:09.686-04:002012-05-30T16:44:09.686-04:00Drawn to the ancient bog by the mysterious light, ...Drawn to the ancient bog by the mysterious light, William recognized the fabled will-o’-the-wisp. Several other townsfolk had described the phenomenon, but he refused to believe. The lights flickered before him, his curiosity pulling him closer. The bog’s depths were perilous to those caught in its murk. Luckily he had a flashlight and his cellphone.<br><br>55 words<br>@rastrohmanRyan Strohmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12015458673971646435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-9838380477963945442012-05-30T16:36:19.940-04:002012-05-30T16:36:19.940-04:00Title: The Road Less TravelledThe two pills in my ...Title: The Road Less Travelled<br><br>The two pills in my hand looked relatively innocuous, but one would change my life dramatically.<br><br>I quickly swallowed the green pill and closed my eyes. The beeps of the life support system faded into nothing as my body prepared for cryo-sleep.<br><br>Upon waking, I’d find myself on the brink of a brand new world.<br><br>@MLGammella<br>55 WordsM L Gammellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10036863570650547228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-9100967688474447282012-05-30T14:56:20.712-04:002012-05-30T14:56:20.712-04:00The man in the green gondola challenged the one in...The man in the green gondola challenged the one in the blue, to reach the forest shore ahead of him. Both won. Ashore, a white tiger was on prowl. Giving in to frustration and fear, they let the current carry them. They reached a mysterious place. Air smelled magical. Light, ethereal. Swish! They vanished.<br><br>54 words<br>@sankarajayanthS Jayanthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04454731848877201941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-63507825464203899922012-05-30T14:51:28.773-04:002012-05-30T14:51:28.773-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.This comment has been removed by the author.S Jayanthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04454731848877201941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-5476787080734055872012-05-30T14:32:07.676-04:002012-05-30T14:32:07.676-04:00The kayak bobbed as I approached in my own; she wa...The kayak bobbed as I approached in my own; she was here. Cinnamon lingered in the air as if her head were on my shoulder. Only one thing to do; I jumped.<br>Into the depths of the water my breath escaped.<br>Her eyes were smiling at me from the surface.<br>I found you at last. <br><br>55 words<br>@theglitterladyglitterwordhttp://glitterword.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-20052559592250229012012-05-30T14:31:46.276-04:002012-05-30T14:31:46.276-04:00“Where are we going?” she whispered.Rollen smiled ...“Where are we going?” she whispered.<br><br>Rollen smiled wickedly. Nodding to his fellow pixies, only fireflies to the nervous child, he led her down the dock. He could see his boat in the distance.<br><br>“Somewhere they will never find us.”<br><br>Rollen waited until the child splashed into the water before unsheathing his knife.<br><br>55 words<br>@aylah50Aylah50http://www.blogger.com/profile/15778237164607496564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-46545643723481602042012-05-30T14:09:52.913-04:002012-05-30T14:09:52.913-04:00The will-o-wisps danced upon the swamp. The VooDo...The will-o-wisps danced upon the swamp. The VooDoo man closed his eyes, a gris-gris bag in one hand as he spoke in hissing syllables.<br><br>The small light shed golden rays in a small circle before the darkness swallowed it up. Ragged sails of the ship appeared out of the dense fog, dead men walking aboard.<br><br><br>55 words<br>@solimondNelliehttp://scribblingpencil.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com