tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post5192184546756627788..comments2023-11-02T06:15:00.347-04:00Comments on #55WordChallenge: 55 Word Challenge: Week Twenty-EightLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01912641441536207956noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-30970635786629163732012-09-28T07:54:44.370-04:002012-09-28T07:54:44.370-04:00Wow!Wow!Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13771855447802399708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-34574577816872311932012-09-27T13:58:20.593-04:002012-09-27T13:58:20.593-04:00Thank you!Thank you!Wakefield Mahonhttp://www.wakefieldmahon.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-67325612891078304132012-09-27T11:24:39.123-04:002012-09-27T11:24:39.123-04:00Nearing home, her shattered heart finally dared be...Nearing home, her shattered heart finally dared believe and hope’s spark ignited her fragile soul. <br>The beacon shone, illuming the valley, spurring her on. She trudged, eyes never wavering from the single flicker of light across the hills.<br>Almost home then it vanished, swallowed by indigo black and a crystal dagger splintered her shivering soul.<br><br>55 Words<br>@LastKrystallosLisa Shambrookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767127776898278402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-4982434103140755382012-09-27T10:05:07.558-04:002012-09-27T10:05:07.558-04:00I move through the stone streets, my keen senses s...I move through the stone streets, my keen senses searching. I know it’s here. It’s close. The human’s are trying to hunt me, but I can hear them a mile away, never mind their stench. I ignore them as I continue my own hunt. The dead that walk will not get away from me tonight.<br><br>55 Words<br>@BlanchardAuthorChristopher Blanchardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02835457803350119002noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-10601066893945696812012-09-27T10:02:21.516-04:002012-09-27T10:02:21.516-04:00That...is awesomeness in fifty-five words. :DThat...is awesomeness in fifty-five words. :DRobin Abessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-38023310247299204342012-09-27T08:42:12.693-04:002012-09-27T08:42:12.693-04:00Ill Met By MoonlightNow, the final reckoning; I’ve...<br>Ill Met By Moonlight<br><br>Now, the final reckoning; I’ve crossed your fence, savaged my poor tame cousin, dodged your bullets, cornered you in your shiny den. Can you match me, tooth for tooth, claw for bloody claw? I hear you Man, breathing sharp, ragged. I see you Man, pale, puny. You cannot hide from me. I smell your fear.<br><br>55 Words<br>@nickjohns999<br>Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13771855447802399708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-33016805079385521182012-09-27T08:02:25.305-04:002012-09-27T08:02:25.305-04:00You know I would.You know I would.Emma Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010976576245323074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-64865296301373531582012-09-27T07:44:07.408-04:002012-09-27T07:44:07.408-04:00Jukka wanted to take it all with him. He couldn’t ...Jukka wanted to take it all with him. He couldn’t stay. Didn’t want to stay. Not alone. But he wanted more time. She had been of this place. He had met her far away, but she had carried it with her. <br><br>She would never leave again, he could never return. He just wanted more time.<br><br>55 words<br>@JXilonJeff Xilonhttp://www.jeffxilon.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-77276282658639505102012-09-27T06:28:37.309-04:002012-09-27T06:28:37.309-04:00If there were a 'haunted' house round here...If there were a 'haunted' house round here, I'd totally make you do it with me. Haha. Wine nights in the old haunted house, just to freak out the neighbours.Holly - @StuffedOhttp://www.stuffedolive.com.aunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-57679361959711392472012-09-27T06:03:42.104-04:002012-09-27T06:03:42.104-04:00Dismal rain splattered against the window, blurrin...Dismal rain splattered against the window, blurring buildings and streets, it turned the world to grey. And still he stood staring at a blank sky, palm pressed again the glass, trapped in memories, as the cold crept into his bones. The soft click of the door opening forced him to turn, and face his past. <br><br>55 words<br>@tollykittollykithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11231230836596906890noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-92184311176903778032012-09-27T00:55:38.655-04:002012-09-27T00:55:38.655-04:00Brilliant because it could happen.Brilliant because it could happen.Emma Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010976576245323074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-10312307663401921722012-09-27T00:29:01.310-04:002012-09-27T00:29:01.310-04:00According to legend, the derelict house on the cor...According to legend, the derelict house on the corner is haunted. Kids dare each other to enter its yard, only to run screaming at a gust of wind or the sight of a stray cat. Sometimes I sneak inside, up the creaking staircase to the attic and light a candle. Just for a laugh.<br><br>54 words.<br>@StuffedOHolly - @StuffedOhttp://www.stuffedolive.com.aunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-18167075604566444092012-09-26T23:33:56.401-04:002012-09-26T23:33:56.401-04:00Meep! #scaryMeep! #scaryHolly - @StuffedOhttp://www.stuffedolive.com.aunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-91274573647696694772012-09-26T22:53:50.714-04:002012-09-26T22:53:50.714-04:00She knew she was in trouble once the kitchen light...She knew she was in trouble once the kitchen light vanished. She stood up sharply from her recliner, ran to the front door: locked. Upstairs was her only option. To the attic.<br><br>Slamming the attic door shut, she collapsed to the floor, with only her light left glowing.<br><br>To wait.<br><br>To face them again.<br><br>Alone.<br><br>55 words<br>@waqemEmma Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04010976576245323074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-83203701333964624442012-09-26T22:31:33.222-04:002012-09-26T22:31:33.222-04:00Just fantastic!!Just fantastic!!Holly - @StuffedOhttp://www.stuffedolive.com.aunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-55577129220100838262012-09-26T22:27:53.324-04:002012-09-26T22:27:53.324-04:00Love it.Love it.Holly - @StuffedOhttp://www.stuffedolive.com.aunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-80659708982031031742012-09-26T22:16:46.940-04:002012-09-26T22:16:46.940-04:00Lynn insisted on taking Sam to the station. She’s ...Lynn insisted on taking Sam to the station. She’s still standing there, waving from the shelter of her umbrella as the train pulls away.<br><br>Sam presses his palm to the glass. His wedding ring stares back at him.<br><br>“Finally!” Jamie moves into the seat next to his.<br><br>Sam puts his wedding ring in his pocket.<br><br>55 words<br>@RGraceAllenRebecca Grace Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16099073155611304764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-61927668382571412932012-09-26T19:49:40.597-04:002012-09-26T19:49:40.597-04:00RETRIBUTIONArthur was ostensibly being taken care ...RETRIBUTION<br><br>Arthur was ostensibly being taken care of by his brother-in-law.<br><br>Since the accident, Stanley said Arthur wasn’t good with people anymore. Stanley said that Margie was dead.<br><br>Margie wasn’t dead. She whispered she never really liked her prick brother either.<br><br>If Arthur could eat the raindrop corresponding to Stanley they’d have to let him out.<br><br><br>55 words<br>@DavidALudwigDavid A Ludwighttp://by.davidaludwig.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-82351549233267930972012-09-26T18:41:05.452-04:002012-09-26T18:41:05.452-04:00Ooooo...me likeyOoooo...me likeyRobin Abessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-20879788897262981692012-09-26T17:42:57.602-04:002012-09-26T17:42:57.602-04:00She fumbled the key out of the envelope the lawyer...She fumbled the key out of the envelope the lawyer had given her and stood in the dark surveying the silhouette of the land, which like the house had been left untouched for years. <br><br>A light from the rooftop room suddenly cut through the night causing her to drop the key. They were still here. <br><br>55 Words<br>@PurpleQueenNLMiranda Boershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166000575283710451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-20489498047797501432012-09-26T17:28:31.497-04:002012-09-26T17:28:31.497-04:00Oh, I do love Greek mythology. Oh, I do love Greek mythology. L. T. Dalinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677183249624900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-74724490488781940022012-09-26T15:49:11.682-04:002012-09-26T15:49:11.682-04:00Unlike most people, rain invigorates me. I love t...Unlike most people, rain invigorates me. I love the dreary clouds overhead and cool air as they erase the brightness of the sun and cast a pall on everything. It gets my blood pumping and makes me feel more productive. Like today, as I look outside. Yes, I think I’ll finally dispose of this body.<br><br>55 words<br>@rastrohman<br>Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12015458673971646435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-23465364938495512072012-09-26T15:48:36.477-04:002012-09-26T15:48:36.477-04:00The skies wept for him and the glass was cold as h...The skies wept for him and the glass was cold as his bones.<br><br>Why didn't they understand?<br><br>No matter how often they medicated him,<br><br>his heart-beat would stutter, his ring-finger would ache<br><br>and he would see rail-cars piled on atop the other,<br><br>just as they'd been that damned dark morning she was taken from him. <br><br><br>- - - - -<br>@bullishink / 55 wordsBullishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05343416717330536392noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-80841686654902760552012-09-26T13:36:40.966-04:002012-09-26T13:36:40.966-04:00Coming Of AgeAt 13, Simon was shy and awkward. He ...Coming Of Age<br><br>At 13, Simon was shy and awkward. He often found himself the unwilling recipient of all the animosity and cruelty uniquely the purview of the young.<br><br>Padding down the moonlit cobbles, Simon smiled knowing while puberty brought unwelcome changes to most boys, to him it brought liberation in the guise of his family curse…the wolf. <br><br>55 words @klingorengi<br>Jeffrey Hollarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05504298750127152026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-54765401157838489952012-09-26T12:55:35.688-04:002012-09-26T12:55:35.688-04:00Hell hath no fury...I shouldn’t have left her.Rain...Hell hath no fury...<br><br>I shouldn’t have left her.<br>Rain sloshed against the window, the surface cold against his tear-stained face.<br>We could’ve worked it out, maybe – maybe tomorrow.<br>Lightning struck across the sky, for a moment he thought it spelled her name.<br>I can’t live without her, but – <br>The window tore open, his last breath a silent scream.<br><br>@ChessnySilth<br>55 Words <br><br><br>L. T. Dalinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04249677183249624900noreply@blogger.com