tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post1207371701527004109..comments2023-11-02T06:15:00.347-04:00Comments on #55WordChallenge: Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01912641441536207956noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-90209447626244806822011-05-30T14:06:23.138-04:002011-05-30T14:06:23.138-04:00What a great contest. Forces a writer to make ever...What a great contest. Forces a writer to make every word count. I'll be back to try it again. Thanks Lisa for offering to run this. Tremendous fun.Thomas Scopelhttp://stayingscared.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-80746473244897034482011-05-30T13:39:09.961-04:002011-05-30T13:39:09.961-04:00lol I'm both honored and surprised. and this 5...lol I'm both honored and surprised. and this 55 word thing was fun, lisa, and thanks for your time in holding it. I liked the bug one too though :)bumfuzzledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17446385166445251013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-60463238368075263652011-05-30T13:28:27.485-04:002011-05-30T13:28:27.485-04:00Interesting. My 2 judges came up with their favori...Interesting. My 2 judges came up with their favorites, Supper Time and Being Bugged, so I will act as tie breaker. They were both great entries, but my favorite was Supper Time by bumfuzzled. Since Being Bugged was a close 2nd, author Thomas Scopal will also receive a free e-short of his choice. Bumfuzzled will be next weeks judge.Jezrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01912641441536207956noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-26384817623060447782011-05-30T08:56:45.468-04:002011-05-30T08:56:45.468-04:00The contest is now closed. I have heard from one o...The contest is now closed. I have heard from one of the judges on her pick. As soon as I hear from the other judge I will announce the winner.Jezrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01912641441536207956noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-28657284570227411892011-05-29T22:57:48.166-04:002011-05-29T22:57:48.166-04:00Waking from Dreamsby Wakefield MahonHe felt so com...Waking from Dreams<br>by Wakefield Mahon<br><br>He felt so comfortable wrapped up in warmth. Pleasant dreams soothed his mind, rocking him gently in sweet oblivion. He sipped on cool sweet water from a gentle creek. He opened his eyes but the darkness remained. Reality sliced through his bliss. Clarity reminded him he lay buried alive beneath a mountain of fallen comrades.Wakefield Mahonhttp://www.wakefieldmahon.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-53319943929351715702011-05-29T21:03:04.483-04:002011-05-29T21:03:04.483-04:00This was sent to my by E. A. Irwin. THE WAT...This was sent to my by E. A. Irwin.<br><br> THE WATCHERS<br><br> by E. A. Irwin<br><br> “Who’d you spy, Harry?”<br><br> “Redhead, perky derrière, great gams.”<br><br> “Her face?”<br><br> “Missed her face, too busy looking elsewhere.”<br><br> Stan laughed, fidgeting on the park bench. “Now what?”<br><br> “Blonde, two o’clock, pink sweater hugging ample breasts.”<br><br> “Damn, I miss seeing women.”<br><br> “What’d you expect after sixty-five years fiddling? You’re blind. At least you didn’t go bald.”Jezrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01912641441536207956noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-13259919575584866212011-05-29T14:20:05.171-04:002011-05-29T14:20:05.171-04:00Turning 40Happy birthday, they yell. Welcome to th...Turning 40<br><br>Happy birthday, they yell. Welcome to the big four oh! The champagne cork pops-- or maybe it's a gunshot, or a picture frame falling from the wall, or my last heartbeat. Don't know; I just want to be 39 again. They sing as I wipe away spilled alcohol-- or blood, or shards of broken glass.Jason Beymerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12479681115088293904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-65461849316045948232011-05-29T13:29:20.202-04:002011-05-29T13:29:20.202-04:00CatalepsyWhere am I? Can't move. Why am I nake...Catalepsy<br><br>Where am I? Can't move. Why am I naked on this table?<br>Voices? Can't see who...<br>"What do you think?"<br>"Heart attack. Soon know for certain Autopsy won't take long. Last one tonight."<br>Autopsy? But I'm not dead...<br>"Scalpel!"<br>Look at me. I'm not dead. Why can they not hear?<br>I'm not dead! NOOOOOO!lokinvarhttp://lokinvar.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-57490752123606370282011-05-29T11:42:47.489-04:002011-05-29T11:42:47.489-04:00War Sucks!Jason crawled through the stinking mud. ...War Sucks!<br><br>Jason crawled through the stinking mud. Three days they had been pinned down here while some sniper picked them off. Artillery hammered the sniper’s hidey hole to rubble and Jason was chosen to confirm the kill. As he peeked out from cover, the bullet smacked into his forehead. His last thought? Nope, he’s still there.Jeffrey Hollarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05504298750127152026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-88052677631431967102011-05-29T11:21:15.105-04:002011-05-29T11:21:15.105-04:00Being Buggedby Thomas ScopelMy palm itched. I scra...Being Bugged<br>by Thomas Scopel<br><br>My palm itched. I scratched deeply. Digging harder, surface blood flows, forcing flaky bits of red tainted flesh underneath my fingernails. They’re not long enough and the itch dives deeper, fades from my palm, into my wrist, and begins striking up my arm. My nails follow and I feel unclean. The worm is moving again…Thomas Scopelhttp://stayingscared.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-91626963708033465422011-05-29T10:29:23.451-04:002011-05-29T10:29:23.451-04:00Supper TimeDinner came to those who waited patient...Supper Time<br><br>Dinner came to those who waited patiently around the table. The apple in Dinner's mouth looked like a gag from some seedy BDSM shop in Lower Manhattan. Dinner's head--the only part left to move--swung. Dinner's fear-filled eyes took in their smiles, as they picked up knifes and forks.bumfuzzledhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17446385166445251013noreply@blogger.com