tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post2087314818493311229..comments2023-11-02T06:15:00.347-04:00Comments on #55WordChallenge: 55 Word Challenge: Week SixteenLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01912641441536207956noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-35942409963813319872012-07-12T12:17:48.795-04:002012-07-12T12:17:48.795-04:00#55WordChallenge is now closed! It's not going...#55WordChallenge is now closed! It's not going to be an easy decision since there are so many great entries. I love all of the stories! I will try to have the winners posted by tonight. Thank you everyone. :-)Jezrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01912641441536207956noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-70689093105873048392012-07-12T11:36:05.606-04:002012-07-12T11:36:05.606-04:00The sign read “Psychic fortunes, $10 readings”, an...The sign read “Psychic fortunes, $10 readings”, and Selina said it’d be fun.<br><br>I’d trusted her, with her seductive eyes. I didn’t know the fortune teller was her grandmother, or that I had a soul for liaising between the living and the truly dead.<br><br>So come in, sit down. Only $10 a reading.<br><br>Bwahahahahaha<br><br>54 words<br>@SiobhanMuirSiobhan Muirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00595776353171184107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-20145528699767805012012-07-12T11:03:38.534-04:002012-07-12T11:03:38.534-04:00Though, her thin, hard hands held mine, the world ...Though, her thin, hard hands held mine, the world dropped out from under me. Like the curling poster on her screen door, my vision washed out grey.<br><br>Me? A mother? She had to be wrong. It wasn’t possible. Medically. <br><br>“Are you sure?” I persisted.<br><br>“Hands never lie,” she nodded. “Your child will bring great change.”<br><br>@J_M_Blackman<br>55J.M. Blackmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12452636020480500983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-53233028952446636892012-07-12T11:01:23.826-04:002012-07-12T11:01:23.826-04:00Love where you took this. I bet she wants it bad e...Love where you took this. I bet she wants it bad enough to drink it.J.M. Blackmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12452636020480500983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-71573591934658820632012-07-12T10:59:44.429-04:002012-07-12T10:59:44.429-04:00Oo, scary! Love it.Oo, scary! Love it.J.M. Blackmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12452636020480500983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-13044218089850601572012-07-12T10:58:05.026-04:002012-07-12T10:58:05.026-04:00Title: No MoreFear is the mind-killer.Through the ...Title: No More<br><br><i>Fear is the mind-killer.</i><br><br>Through the flames and the fires and the wars, this world will not best me. <br><br>I will fight and I will win. I will continue. I will live. I will thrive.<br><br>With bloodied lips and brow, I will see this to the end. It will be done.<br><br><i>Only I will remain.</i><br><br>@MLGammella<br>55 Words<br>Beginning and ending lines courtesy of <i>Dune</i> by Frank HerbertM L Gammellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10036863570650547228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-80496095551636798912012-07-12T09:12:44.488-04:002012-07-12T09:12:44.488-04:00“And this—elixir—will—?”“Just read the label, dear...“And this—elixir—will—?”<br><br>“Just read the label, dearie.”<br><br>I eyed the bottle and its glowing red contents doubtfully.<br><br>“‘Love Me?’”<br><br>“Aye, aye.” The witch chortled.<br><br>“I don’t want a love potion.”<br><br>“Are you certain? Ambition such as yours… Success begins with adoration.” She sighed. “When they love you, they will follow you anywhere.”<br><br>@caramichaels<br>55 wordsCara Michaelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00956521710750982258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-57767362390877382032012-07-12T05:41:28.300-04:002012-07-12T05:41:28.300-04:00I liked it, made me smile :)I liked it, made me smile :)Laura Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00971686377049763453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-3434630335463269492012-07-11T19:43:57.642-04:002012-07-11T19:43:57.642-04:00Bollocks, sorry (it's been a while...)55 words...Bollocks, sorry (it's been a while...)<br>55 words<br>@SJIHollidaySJIHollidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09395935935929608392noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-8909391261256809882012-07-11T19:43:04.554-04:002012-07-11T19:43:04.554-04:00The fortune teller down at the pier, she told me t...The fortune teller down at the pier, she told me to look out for tall, dark and handsome. That has to be you, right? Thanks for the drink. Yeah, sure, you can walk me home. What’s that in your hand though? Oh shit… when she mentioned ‘blades’ I assumed she meant we’d go ice skating...SJIHollidayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09395935935929608392noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-92113326242204523262012-07-11T19:34:26.837-04:002012-07-11T19:34:26.837-04:00Whoops, typo. *sighs* Not a good shot for my first...Whoops, typo. *sighs* Not a good shot for my first time out eh?<br><br>Take 2:<br>-----------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>It's love distilled, congealed, fermented into a pulsing heat that sings of all the forgotten birthdays, unanswered tears and gut-wrenching loss that coats her childhood. A hollow echo of her mother's heartbeat to burn away the dark.<br><br>It tastes like ashes and graveyard dust, layering false memories of what could have been.<br><br>But it's enough.Martha Bechtelhttp://www.martha.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-51807945463661306932012-07-11T19:31:57.220-04:002012-07-11T19:31:57.220-04:00It's love distilled, congealed, fermented into...It's love distilled, congealed, fermented into a pulsing heat that sings to of all the forgotten birthdays, unanswered tears and gut-wrenching loss coating her childhood. A hollow echo of her mother's heartbeat to burn away the dark.<br><br>It tastes like ashes and graveyard dust, layering false memories of what could have been.<br><br>But it's enough.<br><br>55 words<br>No twitter handle sorry :(Martha Bechtelhttp://www.martha.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-57394871127924800632012-07-11T17:58:53.708-04:002012-07-11T17:58:53.708-04:00The PsychicAll stars and swirls as she walks round...The Psychic<br><br>All stars and swirls as she walks round them; random words and phrases strewn out; she picks thoughts from their clothes to persuade them, and rings on their hands that tell tales. They leave in awe dumbfounded, spreading intrigue to their friends who return. She confirms the ritual to them, and the cycle begins again.<br><br>55 Words<br>@PurpleQueenNLMiranda Boershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166000575283710451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-68864540792365146092012-07-11T17:13:43.480-04:002012-07-11T17:13:43.480-04:00She laid down the money and clutched her hands to ...She laid down the money and clutched her hands to her chest. Ten dollars she had saved and scraped together to discover if the days ahead would be better.<br><br>The old woman peered into the crystal glass. She sighed, sliding the money back across the table.<br><br>“Take it. You will need it more than me.”<br><br>55 words<br>@RGraceAllenRebecca Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16099073155611304764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-44771120454992682412012-07-11T17:04:23.230-04:002012-07-11T17:04:23.230-04:00Sorry - @michelawalters55 wordsSorry - <br>@michelawalters<br>55 wordsmichelawaltershttp://michelawalters.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-66758026589419076772012-07-11T17:03:44.026-04:002012-07-11T17:03:44.026-04:00Amira could smell their fear from a block away, cr...Amira could smell their fear from a block away, creating an invisible path for her to follow. She wasn’t in a rush, knowing there wasn’t anywhere for them to go. Turning the corner, she saw the pack huddled together, fright alight in their eyes. She hissed once before pouncing, devouring her prey. <br>“Now who’s dessert?”michelawaltershttp://michelawalters.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-55487909109707363482012-07-11T14:45:54.830-04:002012-07-11T14:45:54.830-04:00Tall, dark and handsome. My mouth watered as the ...Tall, dark and handsome. My mouth watered as the heady scent of warm musk hit me. Anticipation flowed through my veins as I dealt the cards, and painted a future of love and wealth. And when he was at his happiest I drank him dry; savouring every drop. The cards never lie, but I do.<br><br>55 words<br>@tollykitElainehttp://www.elainehillson.co.uknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-31392284070964391612012-07-11T14:39:38.721-04:002012-07-11T14:39:38.721-04:00She was born in the war.She must be older.Four day...She was born in the war.<br><br>She must be older.<br><br>Four days in the killing field at six. Do you think anything’s left from before that?<br><br>Why the tarot nonsense?<br><br>She has a very healthy imagination. It is the best way to reach her.<br><br>The potion will heal her?<br><br>In a sense. Alice will die.<br><br><br>55 words<br>@DavidALudwigDavid A Ludwighttp://by.davidaludwig.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-65292776006815118542012-07-11T13:31:04.421-04:002012-07-11T13:31:04.421-04:00Her impeded laughter seeps through the stitches. T...Her impeded laughter seeps through the stitches. The most disturbing part is her lack of hue- a monotone visage set against a world of color. Oh God, my only daughter- the torturous things I put her through! Alcohol remains the culprit. She wasn't meant to die! I fear, now, she wants to return the favor.<br><br>55 words <br>@AdamIckesAdam Ickeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07880002462186879806noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-41353624112938694222012-07-11T13:28:48.281-04:002012-07-11T13:28:48.281-04:00Love it!Love it!Robin Abessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-47838122282499176462012-07-11T13:10:10.308-04:002012-07-11T13:10:10.308-04:00The Face of FearThe photograph is horrible. Tatte...The Face of Fear<br><br>The photograph is horrible. Tattered and brittle with age, it shows a terrifying child. One eye stares out at me coldly, the other hidden by wind-tossed hair. The smirking mouth appears to be sewn closed with long crude stitches. <br><br>“Fear is what kills us,” is whispered softly behind me. A small cold hand clasps mine.<br><br>55 words {without title}<br>@Angelique_RiderRobin Abessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-30076377885792107302012-07-11T12:45:55.718-04:002012-07-11T12:45:55.718-04:00My Name Is fearPenelope slowed, sensing the dogs h...My Name Is fear<br><br>Penelope slowed, sensing the dogs had given up their pursuit. Any living thing had to rest eventually; therein lay her advantage. She was no longer a living thing. <br><br>The plaque in the laboratory had proclaimed “Fear is what kills us.” If that were so, tonight when she returned there for revenge, she would be Fear.<br><br>55 Words @klingorengiJeffrey Hollarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05504298750127152026noreply@blogger.com