tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post3275221679066174319..comments2023-11-02T06:15:00.347-04:00Comments on #55WordChallenge: 55 Word Challenge: Week Thirty-ThreeLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01912641441536207956noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-79864118729597172152012-11-01T09:20:33.166-04:002012-11-01T09:20:33.166-04:00The Mercedes sat in the graveyard as the moon shon...The Mercedes sat in the graveyard as the moon shone down. <br><br>Donall leaned against the car. “Well, Billy. I said I would end you. I warned you not to mess with the boss. You should have listened.” He flicked a piece of rust from the car. He patted the skeleton on the head. “Stupid kid.”<br><br><br>55 words<br>@solimondNelliehttp://scribblingpencil.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-46829592069426102982012-11-01T06:53:13.722-04:002012-11-01T06:53:13.722-04:00I love it!I love it!Robin Abessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-19863596761897963682012-11-01T06:37:44.881-04:002012-11-01T06:37:44.881-04:00Well - that's embarrassing. It's should be...Well - that's embarrassing. It's should be "shuffling" feet - not shoveling. :s Can't believe I didn't see that last night.L. T. Dalinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677183249624900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-43989680630728790122012-10-31T20:05:26.960-04:002012-10-31T20:05:26.960-04:00“I’m telling you, man, don’t click on it.”“Why the...“I’m telling you, man, don’t click on it.”<br><br>“Why the hell not? It’s just an picture of some creepy kids.”<br><br>“Because, man! Everyone that has is died!”<br><br>“That’s not true.”<br><br>“It’s what happened to my brother last year. I’m telling you, man, don’t click on it!”<br><br>“You’re brother ran away. I’m clicking on it.”<br><br>*click*<br><br>55 Words<br>@blanchardauthorChristopher Blanchardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02835457803350119002noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-88396033212388722362012-10-31T18:02:35.603-04:002012-10-31T18:02:35.603-04:00Challenges In ParentingLucius rode the empty train...Challenges In Parenting<br><br>Lucius rode the empty train home, grateful for the solitude. He’d slept poorly the night before, having been visited by the children.<br><br>He’d been less disturbed by their grotesque forms than by their continuously returning to the house. Why couldn’t they simply stay buried? He had, after all, sent their mother to keep them company.<br><br>55 entirely ineligible words @klingorengiJeffrey Hollarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05504298750127152026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-21510589119316914362012-10-31T18:00:44.783-04:002012-10-31T18:00:44.783-04:00Title: Deadly Fear.Title: Deadly Fear.L. T. Dalinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677183249624900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-91532037646630053192012-10-31T17:51:14.474-04:002012-10-31T17:51:14.474-04:00The subway was deserted as he clutched his bag; tr...The subway was deserted as he clutched his bag; trying to forget. The memory of a graveyard covered in a creeping fog, the sound of disembodied shoveling feet, and worst yet; the head that rolled off into darkness, continued.<br><br>When he answered the advert, he’d done it out of curiosity.<br><br>Zombies weren’t real, were they?<br><br>@ChessnySilth<br><br>55 Words.<br><br><br>L. T. Dalinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677183249624900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-26005591767966998302012-10-31T17:02:17.987-04:002012-10-31T17:02:17.987-04:00Nicely done!Nicely done!michelawaltershttp://michelawalters.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-13558840217237850682012-10-31T16:14:45.962-04:002012-10-31T16:14:45.962-04:00Who Are You?You ask who I am, stranger?I am the se...Who Are You?<br><br>You ask who I am, stranger?<br><br>I am the serial killer disguised as an ordinary commuter on your train.<br><br>I am the demon hiding as an innocent child.<br><br>I am the mist that rolls over the graveyard.<br><br>I am the boogeyman and the monster under your bed.<br><br>I am your every nightmare.<br><br>I am Evil.<br><br>55 words {not including title}<br>ifmusicbethespiceoflife@gmail.comOlivia Grambohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10253705076748821531noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-81763082167142435412012-10-31T15:54:24.844-04:002012-10-31T15:54:24.844-04:00Clutching the crucifix, I carefully approached my ...Clutching the crucifix, I carefully approached my possessed brother and sister. “May the holy cross be my light.”<br> <br>Jane’s sweet face contorted, and she roared.<br> <br>“May the dragon never be my guide!” I screamed, pressing forward, desperate to release the demon’s hold.<br> <br>Jane shrieked as I pushed the cross against her forehead. “Be gone, demon!”<br> <br>55 Words<br>@LacrimosaMoon1LacrimosaMoon1https://twitter.com/LacrimosaMoon1noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-62274815842363660522012-10-31T15:51:25.589-04:002012-10-31T15:51:25.589-04:00At 2:00 AM, Edward sat in the subway car, holding ...At 2:00 AM, Edward sat in the subway car, holding a very large bag in his lap. A security guard came through the car, making his rounds, “What’s in the bag?”. Edward couldn’t lie to the guard, “Achmed the Dead Terrorist. He called my house. Asked me to save him from Walter.”<br><br>55 Words<br>@LurchMunster<br>(Hey! It's all that came to mind!)mysoulstearshttp://mysoulstears.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-4926223059060698812012-10-31T15:06:39.647-04:002012-10-31T15:06:39.647-04:00The train’s cold, hard, easy-to-clean stainless st...The train’s cold, hard, easy-to-clean stainless steel fittings were a godsend. My stop approached and I clutched my bulging bag on clenched knees. The bag jerked, I held it close; beating hearts were such a pain, but I needed at least one for the wife…who waited patiently beneath the swirling fog of headstone seventy three.<br><br>55 Words <br>@LastKrystallosLisa Shambrookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767127776898278402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-5830230892055088022012-10-31T14:52:19.926-04:002012-10-31T14:52:19.926-04:00The things his mother always warned him about, tal...The things his mother always warned him about, talking to strangers, eating unwrapped candy, and taking children without doing his research. He was always so careful but the two young ones looked so delectable huddled up in the corner of the subway car, trying desperately to remain unseen. But it didn’t work. They found him.<br><br>55 words. @vatraskVicki Traskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04359292992716660141noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-29316579666035932452012-10-31T14:45:28.987-04:002012-10-31T14:45:28.987-04:00Who Is The Monster Now?They watched in shocked hor...Who Is The Monster Now?<br><br>They watched in shocked horror as the Monsters killed their family. Mother had told Constance to use her powers of invisibility to protect the two of them when the first Creature began to break through the door. From the shadows, the two unusual children watched as the Humans murdered their parents, laughing demonically.<br><br>53 words {not including title}<br>@Angelique_Rider<br><br>Robin Abessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-39769099274497482092012-10-31T14:44:37.551-04:002012-10-31T14:44:37.551-04:00He appears from the stone in the graveyard bearing...He appears from the stone in the graveyard bearing his name, born from cold rock. Yet his flesh is warm. She’s felt him hovering over her body, giving her ghostly fits of ecstatic pleasure.<br><br>“Did you bring the knife?” His voice is barely a whisper.<br><br>“Forever,” she answers, and plunges the blade into her heart.<br><br>55 words<br>@RGraceAllenRebecca Grace Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16099073155611304764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-12893379153048110572012-10-31T13:45:14.024-04:002012-10-31T13:45:14.024-04:00I'm not sure why, but blogger put them in the ...I'm not sure why, but blogger put them in the Spam folder. I'm glad the third time stuck.Jezrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01912641441536207956noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-8587679836466054412012-10-31T13:41:39.113-04:002012-10-31T13:41:39.113-04:00Not sure what happened, there, but it took three a...Not sure what happened, there, but it took three attempts for the message to stay there. The first two times, it did show up, initially but when I refreshed the page, it was gone.<br><br>If, for some reason, the other copies show up later, please delete them, leaving just this one.LupusAnthroposhttp://fulmoj.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-29084678179800686762012-10-31T13:37:01.567-04:002012-10-31T13:37:01.567-04:00Godzilla and Mothra took a break from destroying T...Godzilla and Mothra took a break from destroying Tokyo's buildings to sit down for some lunch. Each pulled a subway car from its tunnel and began munching on the contents.<br><br>"You know," said Mothra, "canned food may not be the greatest, but I do like it."<br><br>"True," replied Godzilla, "and you can't beat the convenience."<br>LupusAnthroposhttp://fulmoj.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-90324918156484474712012-10-31T13:30:06.249-04:002012-10-31T13:30:06.249-04:00PROCEEDINGSLegs clamped into a platform, he clutch...PROCEEDINGS<br><br>Legs clamped into a platform, he clutched his patent leather briefcase protectively. Still as death, he betrayed no external sign of his inner neuroses.<br><br>That family drove him mad. Especially their freakish children. Why’d he always get the crazies?<br><br>He couldn’t wait to get back to his plot, shut the lid and sleep it off.<br><br><br>55 words<br>@DavidALudwigDavid A Ludwighttp://by.davidaludwig.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-56656766668387600542012-10-31T13:04:38.728-04:002012-10-31T13:04:38.728-04:00My 55 unqualifying words:IncarnateClutching the ba...My 55 unqualifying words:<br><br>Incarnate<br><br>Clutching the bag containing the few things he’d taken, John closed his eyes, trying to forget. The demonic faces of his own children screamed at him from his dreams, chasing him as he tried to escape. They were evil, even if no one believed him. If they dug up the graveyard, then they would know.<br><br>Word Count: 55<br>@jezri1Jezrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01912641441536207956noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-60616501707825752842012-10-31T12:35:42.652-04:002012-10-31T12:35:42.652-04:00@michelawalters55 wordsClutching the bag to his ch...@michelawalters<br>55 words<br><br>Clutching the bag to his chest, John nervously glanced around the empty subway. He was keenly alert, knowing they would eventually find him. Slowing to a stop, the car’s doors opened out to a darkened platform. John stood, peering around the corner. He’d only taken one step when a hand clenched firmly around his throat.michelawaltershttp://michelawalters.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.com