tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post7497871372982524216..comments2023-11-02T06:15:00.347-04:00Comments on #55WordChallenge: 55 Word Challenge: Week Thirty-NineLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01912641441536207956noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-19014332031527260312012-12-20T10:39:37.772-05:002012-12-20T10:39:37.772-05:00The stories I could tell… Triumph and loss, argume...The stories I could tell… Triumph and loss, arguments and seductions, all out brawls and several – hmmm – intimate encounters, shall we say? I have stories that could curl your toes – in horror and desire, sometimes both. But since you’re listening… Could you change the light bulb in the right lamp? The uneven lighting is disconcerting.<br><br>55 words<br>@lissajean7lissajeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530061516614280887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-13298375517319614122012-12-20T09:46:05.714-05:002012-12-20T09:46:05.714-05:00Christmas CrashHendricks had been with the departm...Christmas Crash<br><br>Hendricks had been with the department for 17 years and had no problem writing up a small-craft crash report. What he was still working on was what kind of dumbass tried to convert an honest-to-gosh sleigh into a homemade ultra-light?<br><br>The charred remains of the pilot guaranteed he would be no help explaining the incident.<br><br>55 words @klingorengi<br>Jeffrey Hollarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05504298750127152026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-17477626766135901582012-12-20T09:06:54.861-05:002012-12-20T09:06:54.861-05:00Beautiful, deadly. Beautiful, deadly. J.M. Blackmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12452636020480500983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-80748321454792592962012-12-20T09:02:21.687-05:002012-12-20T09:02:21.687-05:00*cat calls* Whoo! How wonderfully lurid!*cat calls* Whoo! How wonderfully lurid!J.M. Blackmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12452636020480500983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-89653222275669592892012-12-20T08:47:14.377-05:002012-12-20T08:47:14.377-05:00Lol! I love you. You do wonders for a Hal's wr...Lol! I love you. You do wonders for a Hal's writing ego. Thank you. Truly, I'm flattered. <3 <br><br>But where is yours?! You're just as awesome.J.M. Blackmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12452636020480500983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-23280807369661031672012-12-20T06:14:09.463-05:002012-12-20T06:14:09.463-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.This comment has been removed by the author.tollykithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11231230836596906890noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-39120175086288923842012-12-20T06:13:53.780-05:002012-12-20T06:13:53.780-05:00For centuries he drifted, poised between sleeping ...For centuries he drifted, poised between sleeping and waking. The blast of the last shuttle take-off finally shattered his dreams.<br><br>Roaring, he ripped through the earth and once more a great dragon bathed the world in fire.<br><br>Firemen stood helpless as buildings collapsed beneath the dancing flames. <br><br>The world ended. Swept clean. Ashes to ashes...<br><br>55 words<br>@tollykittollykithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11231230836596906890noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-84216097111008888412012-12-20T03:49:50.498-05:002012-12-20T03:49:50.498-05:00Obviously a hot date! Good work :-)Obviously a hot date! Good work :-)Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13771855447802399708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-5481449117426287452012-12-20T03:46:52.413-05:002012-12-20T03:46:52.413-05:00David Now that's just showing off - good work!...David <br>Now that's just showing off - good work! :-)Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13771855447802399708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-88228413481750533612012-12-20T02:52:31.853-05:002012-12-20T02:52:31.853-05:00GOOD DAYAfter a week of heat and noise, the dice h...GOOD DAY<br><br>After a week of heat and noise, the dice had finally landed in his favor. Television reports blared over the clamor of the pub, but no one connected him to either of the featured stories. He had gotten away clean with the arson, and the evidence was off in space.<br><br>He even won at billiards.<br><br><br>55 words<br>@DavidALudwigDavid A Ludwighttp://by.davidaludwig.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-32098957573147372482012-12-20T02:24:50.722-05:002012-12-20T02:24:50.722-05:00Minority Report“Hello Boss? I’m at Laurel Avenue.”...Minority Report<br><br>“Hello Boss? I’m at Laurel Avenue.”<br><br>“Status? Pretty much under control, Only the roof...just damping down left.”<br><br>“Occupants? They’re fine. Staying with Grandma tonight.”<br><br>“Yes, no problems for the crew.”<br><br>“So why?... Well, it’s the cause... for the report... it’s just... a witness... kid from next door... swears it was sparks from a sleigh...”<br><br>“Boss???”<br><br> <br><br>55 words<br><br>@nickjohns999Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13771855447802399708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-43751104505989935922012-12-20T02:21:28.809-05:002012-12-20T02:21:28.809-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.This comment has been removed by the author.Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13771855447802399708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-42598598073006925802012-12-19T22:17:27.898-05:002012-12-19T22:17:27.898-05:00Awesome. Tragic but awesome!Awesome. Tragic but awesome!Vicki Traskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04359292992716660141noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-27628494857253809942012-12-19T22:16:47.428-05:002012-12-19T22:16:47.428-05:00“Can you tell me what happened, sir?” He shifted o...“Can you tell me what happened, sir?” He shifted onto his heels, glancing back at his wife who was still wrapped in the wool blanket he’d grabbed for her before the sirens wailed around them. <br>“We knocked over a candle in the parlor and it set fire to the drapes.” <br>“How?”<br>“We were… celebrating?” <br><br>54 Words<br>@vatraskVicki Traskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04359292992716660141noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-55920780656740048152012-12-19T21:22:18.489-05:002012-12-19T21:22:18.489-05:00Dear diary, today something wonderful happened. Je...Dear diary, today something wonderful happened. Jessica kissed me! I’ve always wondered what that would be like. To feel her lips touch mine. To taste them. Wow! My heart ran wild and my pulse raced just like they did when I watch the last space shuttle launch. God, I hope she kisses me again!<br><br>55 words.<br>@LurchMunstermysoulstearshttp://mysoulstears.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-44689814804115251492012-12-19T17:58:18.565-05:002012-12-19T17:58:18.565-05:00Awesome. (Show off! :D )Awesome. (Show off! :D )Rebekah Postupaknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-14440656589114547892012-12-19T17:56:51.298-05:002012-12-19T17:56:51.298-05:00You need to write in these contests more often, by...You need to write in these contests more often, by which I mean weekly. This is fabulous.Rebekah Postupaknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-57172213653426607502012-12-19T14:48:53.891-05:002012-12-19T14:48:53.891-05:00GoodbyeFlames leapt into the night sky, and smoke ...Goodbye<br><br>Flames leapt into the night sky, and smoke billowed upwards. The young man stood and watched as the firemen scurried about like ants, to attempt to stop the beast that was consuming the house. Faintly, he could hear her screams above the sounds of the flames and he smiled. His work here was done.<br><br>55 words {with title}<br>@Angelique_RiderRobin Abessnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-15845490066370559362012-12-19T14:32:22.085-05:002012-12-19T14:32:22.085-05:00The OmenEvery eye watched her, and he knew she kne...The Omen<br><br>Every eye watched her, and he knew she knew it. <br>Nerves jangled as he eyed the ring, surreptitiously slipped around the tip of the cue. <br>She wriggled her backside, grabbed the cue and aimed. She never noticed the sparkler spin off and fly across the room as she took the shot that broke his heart.<br><br>55 Words<br>@LastKrystallosLisa Shambrookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767127776898278402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-66168092009954724782012-12-19T14:09:47.455-05:002012-12-19T14:09:47.455-05:00The Double KissHe eyes the lush curves bent over t...The Double Kiss<br><br>He eyes the lush curves bent over the table. “How long you gonna break my balls, kitten?”<br><br>“’Til closing,” she says, stroking the cue with a practiced hand. <br><br>“Sweet little hustler. How about I close early and we work on your English?”<br><br>“I always say a ball in hand is worth two in the pocket.”<br><br>- - - - -<br>55 words / @bullishink<br><br>Bullishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05343416717330536392noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-73975511879329747782012-12-19T12:39:03.173-05:002012-12-19T12:39:03.173-05:00The End of the World (As We Know It)Pete walked do...The End of the World (As We Know It)<br><br>Pete walked down Main Street past another inferno. The firefighters on the scene half-heartedly shuffled around the engine.<br><br>The sight of the empty pool hall was depressing, even worse was the image on the screen. A shuttle headed for anywhere but here, panic born from a self-fulfilling prophecy.<br><br>Pete shook his head. “Well played, Mayans.”<br><br>55 words<br>@Wakefield Mahon<br>Wakefield Mahonhttp://www.wakefieldmahon.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-31402314512339975402012-12-19T12:21:26.964-05:002012-12-19T12:21:26.964-05:00She’d always loved the color red. It oozed life, s...She’d always loved the color red. <br><br>It oozed life, screamed incessantly about its vitality, its inescapable glare. <br><br>Its insistence upon itself was partially why she loved fire. Because fire was just as alive.<br><br>And sitting on the curb outside of her parents’ house, bristling with flames—matching her parents, it all fit together so perfectly.<br><br><br>55<br>@J_M_BlackmanJ.M. Blackmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12452636020480500983noreply@blogger.com