Friday, November 09, 2007

55 Fiction Friday! November 9, 2007

It's time again for 55 Fiction Friday! Details on what it is and how to play at the end of the post. Come on, you can do it!

MrWurdi's 55 for the week:

Parodying the Parody
And I've been lift’n and tote’n so long that
Everyone thinks that my back is gone
A man with a plan, I'm into discipline
Got a whip in my hand and a beard on my chin
But if you finish all my chores and you finish thine

This weekend we're gonna party like it's 1699

My 55 for the week:

He frowned. Squinting, as the sun rose higher in the sky, he sighed deeply and paced impatiently. This was supposed to be the start of a great weekend. Unfortunately, circumstances beyond his control were conspiring against him.

His woman was running late. Again. She had to write her 55 fiction and she had writer’s block.

55 fiction is a very, very short story of exactly 55 words. It needs to have a character, conflict and resolution.

The Wikipedia article on 55 Fiction is here and some great examples are here..
Come play! Add your story to the comments or put it on your blog and I'll link to it. It's fun. You'll like it.


Mar-Cee-Ah said...

A watched phone never rings. Just as she gets lost in cooking dinner, catching up on crossword puzzles and paying bills, her mind wanders as she hopes to hear from him again. She longs to tell him how she feels. At last, “Dr. John’s office calling with your test results…”.

Guinness74 said...

Post is up and away!

Sgt said...

How It Happened Back Then

Terry Tyrannosaurus was driving his brand new Sport Utility Vehicle past the lava refinery. All over the news he was hearing Albertosaurus talk about global warming.

“Buy carcass credits from me. Help stop global warming!”

Terry laughed. His pea sized brain clearly did not comprehend what his reckless behavior was doing to the ozone layer.

Anonymous said...

The water cascades by in the stream. The crowd approaches, each with one common goal. Each pressing to rush to the front in their haste to be first.

He bit his lip. Which was his favorite color? Just pick!! Is it the right one? Number 10.

Ducklings rush on by.
Give the boy a prize!

Ima Wurdibitsch said...

You all inspire me so much! Great 55s!