It's time! It's time for 55 Fiction Friday!
Last week, I mentioned the 55 Fiction Friday I'd seen out there on the interwebs. Recap: The quick explanation is that a work of 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.
Some great examples are here..
If you'd like to play along, I tell you how at the end of this post.
Here's my 55 for this week:
Stranger and Stranger
Caitlin approached the register. The cashier rang up the items, completing the sale. Mistrusting her ears and thinking this place had odd customs, Caitlin repeated the cashier’s question.
“Do I wanna beg for these?”
Prepared to plead for her purchases, Caitlin didn’t realize the Wisconsin-born employee had actually asked, “Do you wanna bag for these?”
MrWurdi contributes his 55:
French Love
"Oui, run your hands across her back, eh? Feel ze delicate strength in... how
you say? Spine?"
"Caress ze curves and textures with ze finger tips. And ze... how you say? Mound? Eez puffy like silk, no?"
"Touch! Eez okay, no one sees."
"Come."
"Come, eez for you, yes?"
I decided to buy the loveseat.
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.
6 comments:
The Woman
Her eyes were closed. She was there alone and did not see me.
Her movements seemed awkward and jerky at first, but soon found rhythm as her arms moved in synch with the thrusting of her hips.
Sweat glistened. Her breathing hastened. She groaned.
Finally I spoke.
"Are you almost done with the rowing machine?"
You're all way too clever for me.
I enjoyed every one of these!!
And Wordy? Great use of the word "Mistrusting." That's really an entire sentance in itself. Nice job.
OMG, SGT! That was so perfect! I love it.
Thanks, Lindystar (or do you prefer "hor" or something else?)! I think you're wicked clever and I really enjoy your blog. In fact, despite my little mini-rant about TLAs and such, I think it works for your content. I know I enjoy reading it. Don't you want to write a 55 about the house with the sex room?
wow, my dad's a weird guy...
Hey, does all this make me "spawn of Wurdi"?
(New dream, btw)
Bored while waiting for a program to run this morning, I perused my favorite blogs. Sadly I could not find a link to Wurdy's blog.
I searched high and low. Finally I had found it via Lindy's post.
Sadly, she still had not updated with new content.
Shrugging, I posted appropriately to the stale content.
Yes, Mrs. Stevens, your dad is a weird guy but I like to say that it's part of his unique charm. No, wait. Being weird is part of MY unique charm. Your dad being weird is just part of why I love him like I do.
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