Wednesday, May 30, 2012

55 Word Challenge: Week Eleven

55 Word Challenge
Week Eleven

It’s time again for the 55 Word Challenge. I’m excited for this week because we have not one, but two awesome guest judges. That’s right, both Cara Michaels and Siobhan Muir are gracing us with their presence and they have some exciting prizes for the winner of today’s challenge.
Ok, first, 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, all the past contests can be found here.
The challenge begins at noon Eastern time every Wednesday and ends at noon Thursday. The story is based on one of three photo prompts and can be written in any genre you choose. The story is to be posted in the comment section below, along with your twitter handle or email address, so I can contact you if you are the winner.

And what does the winner get? This purty badge for one. But I know you want more than just a badge and today we have something special for you.

Both Cara and Siobhan have books that they are promoting and have signed cover art to give away.  Cara Michaels is offering a signed cover of Gaea's Chosen: Event Horizon  and Siobhan Muir is giving away a signed cover of Queen Bitch of the Callowwood .
Both Cara and Siobhan will be at the Arizona Dreamin’ conference this weekend. If anyone is planning to attend, they definitely need to say hi.  Or you can find them on the web at the following places.
Cara Michaels links:

Siobhan Muir

Now  on with the contest! Don’t forget to leave your twitter handle or an email link so that you can be notified for the prizes.
Photo Prompts:


  1. 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.

    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.

    55 words

  2. “Where are we going?” she whispered.

    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.

    “Somewhere they will never find us.”

    Rollen waited until the child splashed into the water before unsheathing his knife.

    55 words

  3. 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.
    Into the depths of the water my breath escaped.
    Her eyes were smiling at me from the surface.
    I found you at last.

    55 words

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  5. 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.

    54 words

  6. Title: The Road Less Travelled

    The two pills in my hand looked relatively innocuous, but one would change my life dramatically.

    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.

    Upon waking, I’d find myself on the brink of a brand new world.

    55 Words

  7. 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.

    55 words


    “The river’s a shortcut, man. I’m telling you.”
    “Come on, Tony. I got the munchies, bad!”
    “Fuck, man. Chill out. You’re going to love this Mexican joint.”
    “I better. I shared all my catnip with you, brah.”
    Between the ferns, the camp appeared, filled with delicious live meat wrapped in sleeping bag tortillas.
    “Sweet burritos….”

    55 words

  9. 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.

    55 Words

  10. 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.

    55 words

  11. 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.


    “Are we there?”

    We watched in wonder as the cat crossed our oasis.


  12. White, they called her, because of her skin and because of her insistence on priming the schoolhouse the moment the bricks dried.

    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.

    Tiger, they also called her.

    55 words

  13. "Welcome Home"

    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.

    And when his ship docked, she allowed the other sailors passage.

    But her scythe watered the bright green grass with his faithless blood.


  14. Predator Denied

    Shal Khar entered the icy river hungrily. This morning, the grizzled predator desired fish. Tensed for the kill, his concentration was unexpectedly shattered.

    “Hey, old dude! Get outta the trough! We all gotta drink from that y’know.”

    Shal Khar glared at the young tiger. Sighing, he slowly stepped out. Another day of life in captivity began.

    55 words @klingorengi

  15. Saraya swished her tail, smiling as much as a tiger could smile. She wasn’t angry. She was… content.

    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.

    Now her own carnal hunger will see him through.

  16. 55 Word Challenge is now closed and in the hands of our two judges! Thank you everyone for such great entries!