tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post7838928362737979458..comments2023-11-02T06:15:00.347-04:00Comments on #55WordChallenge: #55WordChallenge 11/10/2015Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01912641441536207956noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-82014253438139345962015-11-11T05:37:22.993-05:002015-11-11T05:37:22.993-05:00Wow, emotive. Wow, emotive. Miranda Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11166000575283710451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-32179576792141243342015-11-11T05:36:53.901-05:002015-11-11T05:36:53.901-05:00Elsbeth felt the smooth metal door handle, with it...Elsbeth felt the smooth metal door handle, with its dents of history, and caressed it. Did she dare to turn it? Did she want to see what was on the other side? Could she bear to witness the blood shed she had commissioned? She had to, it was the only way her life would change.<br /><br />55 Words<br />@PurpleQueenNLMiranda Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11166000575283710451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-54425302696950241392015-11-10T22:08:08.326-05:002015-11-10T22:08:08.326-05:00Peace
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@tilley_girl
The water was calm, s...Peace<br />55 words<br />@tilley_girl<br /><br />The water was calm, serene, dappled with late evening light. A small smile curved her lips. The lake matched her inner being. The decision made, she slipped into the cool depths, her long tresses fanning out around her head a moment, catching the last glint of the sun, before trailing her down below the surface.tilley_girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01928141679889911532noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-86413189722652739172015-11-10T20:44:17.647-05:002015-11-10T20:44:17.647-05:00It Never Shuts Up
She placed the infant in the br...It Never Shuts Up<br /><br />She placed the infant in the broken box and closed the top. Even through the lid she heard it wailing. Why did the bloody thing have to cry so damn much? She had to escape the crying. She needed silence. She locked the box and pushed it off the dock—watched it until it sank.<br /><br />55 words<br />@AdamIckesAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07880002462186879806noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-9616540522744862692015-11-10T19:50:18.625-05:002015-11-10T19:50:18.625-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07880002462186879806noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-86905061615599834482015-11-10T18:16:20.388-05:002015-11-10T18:16:20.388-05:00Dock-a-Bye Bay
Otis Redding comes on. I sigh. I...Dock-a-Bye Bay <br /><br />Otis Redding comes on. I sigh. I left College Park and found her sitting on a tiny boat dock staring at the Golden Gate Bridge. The sun shone bright for 15 months. A door opened. A gunshot. It began to rain. I kiss your forehead. You have your mama’s eyes. Creed comes on. I smile.<br /><br />55 words<br />@WakefieldMahonWakefield Mahonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13288820836284221697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-4709564806800159432015-11-10T16:01:02.492-05:002015-11-10T16:01:02.492-05:00Life
He first asked as a nine year old after que...Life<br /><br /><br />He first asked as a nine year old after questioning the colour if the sky. He expected straight answers but his questions rebounded - snowballing in confusion. <br /><br />Frustrated, he explored answers at eighteen. Relationships, challenges, study, finances, faith and employment blended with homelessness and incarceration.<br /><br />Finally resting, the meaning of life is right under his nose.<br /><br />55 words<br />@fifty5wordsAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04158169109905529428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-50896922593481148602015-11-10T15:10:05.468-05:002015-11-10T15:10:05.468-05:00Water Dreams
As the sun sets, in the quiet time ...Water Dreams<br /><br /><br />As the sun sets, in the quiet time before the fishermen return with their boats, I listen to the lapping of the waves along the old wooden dock as the water speaks to me of far off places. And I sigh and turn from my dreams as the squawk of birds announce my captors return.<br /><br />#55WordChallenge<br />@EmyrldladyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6584936835199117355.post-41720490448652538992015-11-10T11:59:43.358-05:002015-11-10T11:59:43.358-05:00Love is an Open Door
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@mishmhem
#FlashDogs...Love is an Open Door<br />55 words<br />@mishmhem<br />#FlashDogs<br /><br /><br />So many things I would tell you if I could. How peaceful you look cuddled together, the men in my life. I hate to break your peace, but I must go. The waters call to the silkie within - but my heart is aching.<br /><br />Keep the door open and and your heart unburdened, I shall return<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08708902637767618478noreply@blogger.com