It's time again for 55 Fiction Friday! Details on what it is and how to play at the end of the post.
We'd discussed having a topic for each week and, while it seemed like a good idea at the time, I really like the way everyone has a different story each week or how the ideas flow from one person to the next. Having a topic of the week might interfere with Guinness74 and his ongoing 55 Fiction about Jonas. If anyone would like a topic for next week, ask in the comments and I'll give a personal and specific one.
MrWurdi's 55 for the week:
In the Dark of the Night
Briskly walking to where she is tied, he tosses the blanket exposing her dark skin. Touching her, calming her, watching her breathing, and as she exhales he tightens the leather strap. He plans to ride her long and hard into the night. Straddling her, whip in hand, it begins.
The historic ride of Paul Revere.
CaveBtch has decided to join us!
She scrubbed away at herself in disgust. The longing was becoming unbearable and self abuse was an excercise in loneliness. All those nights she'd lain awake wondering what it would be like and all she had to show for it was bags under her eyes. Damn, you can wash away many things, desire isn't one.
Here’s my 55 for the week
Topless
She took off her top and felt the sun’s warm rays caress the bare skin of her body. Delicious shivers raced through her as an unexpectedly cool breeze caught her unaware. She couldn’t help casting surreptitious glances to see if anyone was watching her, exposed like this, but she felt safe in her t-top Corvette.
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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..
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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.
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6 comments:
Pitched forward in her seat and cupping her hand over her eyes to divert the sun, she felt compelled to scream. The noise was deafening, yet appealing, as she swelled with pride. Crisp, clean lines formed on the field below, then broke free chaotically. Vicious attacks were eminent as her son scrambled for safety. Touchdown!
Jonas continues in my blog...happy reading.
The Voyeur
Silently I gaze peering through the glass. I see what she eats. I see what she wears. I see where she goes.
Even as she explorers her fantasies alone in bed, she knows I will see. I believe this may even excite her more.
Through my monitor I see into the life of that blogger.
Mr. Wurdi, absolutely brilliant.
Marcia, I felt like I was there! Good one.
Guinness, I hope Jonas finds happiness in the weeks to come but I'm really enjoying the sadness/anger aspect of his story. The mowing from last week was perfect.
SGT, yours was great and creepy. I love it.
I loved MrWurdi's, too. I had no idea where he was going with it this week until the very end.
This is my "I can do that" post.
Please note that it is not an "I can do that well" post. :)
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