Write a story in fifty words she said. Fifty words, I said. Blimey, can I do that? Fuelled by some wine, fags and chocolate I thought about the encounter I was to write about and by gum I did it. Then thought: but could YOU, would YOU do it too?
Did you see Lehane’s six word challenge? Did you give it a go? Could you write a story in six words. Something like… “She breathed out. Turned and, screamed.” Some people have, I wonder who will win. I wonder what the prize will be, maybe one of Lehane’s "special" surprises…
Mmm, I’ll give it a go.
Jake’s girlfriend challenged him to write fifty words about his love for her. If she liked the result, she would marry him. He did love her, but didn’t want to get married, so he wrote about how she had a great personality and was kind to animals. She dumped him.
The fortune tellers face went white with terror. I begged her to tell me what it was. What was so terrible about my future? She refused to explain and asked me to leave. Instead I strangled her slowly to death. You’d think they could predict I was a serial killer!
He was dangerous. I was scared and locked him in a box. He escaped as I lay in bed, while high on cake and wine. In his hand was the box, where he said the ocean waited for my soggy end. And so I died while partying on my bed.Susan Abraham
If I thought about her too much I was in danger of embarassing myself in public. Her wanton curves and loose morals drove me to distraction - I lost more than sleep. She was a secret best kept between the covers but editing would surely put me out of my misery.
I hear you calling, as I’m free falling down the tunnel of love. Down I go, with all of your lies foretold. Every blot depicts where other men tied the knot. I may be blind, but don’t think that I won’t have the presence of mind to leave you behind.
Hello! I came here via Susan's blog. Nice place you have here! May I give this a go?It was a day so unlike any day previous. Enough was enough. The cold steel rattled against my teeth. The taste of gun oil and fear flooded my senses. For an instance I thought about backing out, but I couldn’t face quitting on myself not even one more time. BAMM!
“Quality of life!” she hissed through broken teeth as the power saw growled. “A better life!” she snarled as she chopped through the dead leg, muscle, flesh, gristle and bone, flying against the garage wall. He’d hit her.Take that!
How can i Not give this a run..let's see.here it goes---------------------The handcuffs were tight on her wrists. She stifled back a surprised moan in her throat, “Please let me go, I’ll be good.”“You have been a bad girl Suzie.”He sliced her throat with the knife as she choked through the blood pouring from the gash, “Against the rules.”NWWW.FUBAR69.BLOGSPOT.COM
Had to try now that I have a holiday and a functioning mind ;)(ended up here thorugh Minx'sblog, and hope I'm still allowed to add):Up and down the winding path she knew it’s bumps and corners. The trebles and emotion leading her into another world so craftily created that she lost touch with the here and now. Lost until the record player broke and Tchaikovsky and his Valse became part of history again.
I really enjoyed all of the entries, but the pieces from Susan Abraham and Jefferson Davis really sat well with me. Both flowed very nicely and just spoke to me. Well done!
I really liked Susan's and Roberta's entries.
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