tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post4727250205351547693..comments2023-11-02T06:15:00.347-04:00Comments on #55WordChallenge: #55WordChallenge Week Eleven: Tears Of The InnocentLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01912641441536207956noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-26254163847243863852014-05-12T20:04:11.660-04:002014-05-12T20:04:11.660-04:00Nice connections between the promptsNice connections between the promptsAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04158169109905529428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-26275899045951138092014-05-10T22:25:43.239-04:002014-05-10T22:25:43.239-04:00Jacob feels the cold stone wall, his tiny fingers ...Jacob feels the cold stone wall, his tiny fingers tracing the shape of his lost toy truck, Johnny. “Johnny is lonely.” He sobs. <br /><br />In the forest, Johnny’s wet tears, potent with love, haunt the arid branches. A wave of soft murmur runs through the forest. The branches embrace Johnny. <br />The forest comes alive with green.<br /><br />55 words<br />@needanidplease <br />Trying to be an overachiever. :) <br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-25690518272409960802014-05-10T21:54:37.689-04:002014-05-10T21:54:37.689-04:00Shadowearl@verizon.net
is the e-mail for Shadowear...Shadowearl@verizon.net<br />is the e-mail for Shadowearl50<br />thanks for your consideration.<br />Shadowearl50https://www.blogger.com/profile/16347135047550339229noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-71920439850182782362014-05-10T21:52:47.419-04:002014-05-10T21:52:47.419-04:00Tyler found himself alone at the entrance to what ...Tyler found himself alone at the entrance to what was now the haunted garden of his youth, standing, in silence, leaning against an old, weathered stone wall, he had helped to build along with his faithful truck, hauling stones for the workers but he simply couldn't enter, afraid he had outgrown all his childhood toys.Shadowearl50https://www.blogger.com/profile/16347135047550339229noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-5794704198280588092014-05-10T17:18:27.996-04:002014-05-10T17:18:27.996-04:00And here is my entry: http://nadanessinmotion.blog...And here is my entry: http://nadanessinmotion.blogspot.com/2014/05/lingering-stories.html<br /><br />I used all three pictures and managed my piece in 51 words.<br /><br />Twitter handle: @NadaNightStarNada Adelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17174829224861071333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-73813908133728561012014-05-10T13:07:55.902-04:002014-05-10T13:07:55.902-04:00Ok, here is mine... just for the fun of it.
Perse...Ok, here is mine... just for the fun of it.<br /><br />Perseverance<br /><br />I almost missed the truck, hidden among the trees. The paint was worn from neglect. The weeds pulled at the toy as I tried to lift it from the ground.<br /><br />My perseverance was rewarded when Thomas’ eyes lit up for the first time since our home was destroyed. Now if only our world would recover.<br /><br /><br />https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=5898527574905994870#allpagesLisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01912641441536207956noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-89506853159020976942014-05-10T05:52:39.173-04:002014-05-10T05:52:39.173-04:00Here's mine.
http://penkissespaper.wordpress.c...Here's mine.<br />http://penkissespaper.wordpress.com/2014/05/10/chuck/Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-71552087273596324002014-05-09T10:07:25.812-04:002014-05-09T10:07:25.812-04:00The trees arched overhead, foreboding and dark in ...The trees arched overhead, foreboding and dark in the gloom of the forest; only whispers and sadness carried on the breeze, drifting high and swirling like ghosts through the canopy. <br />Now, decades on, the couple stared through red-rimmed eyes and bent their frail joints to touch the truck entwined in roots, their son’s last memorial. <br /><br />(55 Words) Overachiever<br />@LastKrystallos<br /><br />http://thelastkrystallos.wordpress.com/2014/05/09/55-words-tears-of-the-innocent/Lisa Shambrookhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12767127776898278402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-5627128944275831662014-05-08T23:42:11.062-04:002014-05-08T23:42:11.062-04:00Using all three prompts, again :)
http://fifty5w...Using all three prompts, again :) <br /><br />http://fifty5words.wordpress.com/2014/05/09/fear-sits-alone/<br />@fifty5wordsAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04158169109905529428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-36288419825970288022014-05-08T12:03:29.486-04:002014-05-08T12:03:29.486-04:00Injustice
Ethan stood at his crying wall, bemoani...Injustice<br /><br />Ethan stood at his crying wall, bemoaning the injustice of it all. He had only left his toy truck out a short while and now a tree had grown up through it. <br /><br />It was so unfair.<br /><br />“Perhaps,” the low rumbling voice of the wall surprised him. “You shouldn’t have left your toys out so long.”<br /><br />@mishmhem<br />55 words<br />(and an attempt at the coveted Overachiever Badge)<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-19487226137571960852014-05-08T07:39:48.350-04:002014-05-08T07:39:48.350-04:00Nylea stretched as the bright sun shown down. He...Nylea stretched as the bright sun shown down. Her bones creaked and she chuckled. One could say she was getting old but that was part of life. The aches and pains as well as the good feelings. She ran a hand through her hair, rustling it. Long limbs stretched and she looked at her forest.<br /><br />@solimond<br />55 wordsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-37231941584573214982014-05-08T06:18:14.670-04:002014-05-08T06:18:14.670-04:00Here's mine!
http://purplequeennl.blogspot.n...Here's mine! <br /><br />http://purplequeennl.blogspot.nl/2014/05/55-word-challenge-mean-boys.html<br /><br />Miranda Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11166000575283710451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-26968618652432085172014-05-07T16:17:48.329-04:002014-05-07T16:17:48.329-04:00Here is a link to my entry, and the entry itself j...Here is a link to my entry, and the entry itself just in case! I've tried to use all three prompts, it's exactly 55 words, and my email address is coryeadson.derby.uni@hotmail.co.uk Evermore_Evil is my Twitter handle...<br /><br />http://themindofevermore.wordpress.com/2014/05/07/55-word-challenge/ <br /><br />The garden was weeping. Branches drooped and leaves sagged in the downpour, grey clouds hiding heaven from view.<br /><br />Thomas sat down in the mud by a long-forgotten toy truck, giving the plastic roof a pat.<br /><br />“I know how you feel,” he said to it, with wisdom beyond his years.<br /><br />And then he faded away.<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com