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Excuses, excuses.
I apologize for my lack of fresh content recently. Insomnia, stress, insanely busy work weeks, and now a cold/sinus thing have been kicking my ass.
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It's time again for 55 Fiction Friday! All the details on what it is and how to play at the end of the post. Come on, you can do it!
MrWurdi found his muse this week and provides THREE 55 Fictions:
'Tis the Season
Twas night of the Christmas party, and all through the house
nothing was stirring not even the spouse.
No clothing left hung in the closet with care,
Finally dressed but nothing matched her hair.
Husband has waited all smug in the ‘Benz,
with visions of being late yet again…
How New Year’s Resolutions are made.
Under Pressure
Cause sleep's such an old fashioned word
And sleep dares you to care
For people on the edge of the night
And sleep dares you to change our way
Of caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves under pressure
Only sleeping can relieve… this pressure ZZZZzzzzzzz.
(Parody of “Under Pressure” by Queen, and David Bowie)
Insomnia
Drinking myself to sleep again, Insomnia
Flying high in golden skies, I'm flicking channels in my mind
Finding my utopia a different chapter in a book
Thinking back to younger days as I escape in Cooper's Break
It takes me back to 84 the future's knocking at my door
My brain, my poor brain
Insomnia
(Lyrics “Insomnia” by Feeder)
My 55 for the week:
Jingle What?
(sung to the tune of "Jingle Bells")
Dashing through the stores
Shopping lists in hand
Sweat flowing from my pores
It’s crowds I cannot stand.
Time is running out
Procrastinating’s wrong
Myself to blame, I whine and pout
Singing my silly songs.
Jingle bells, panic swells
I have too much to do
Wishing for simpler times
I’ll bet that you do, too
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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.. You can also click on the 55 Fiction label below to see what Wordy Bitch and Wordy Bitch readers have done in the past.
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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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4 comments:
For some reason, it's much easier to write tragedy than comedy. At least for me...I'm up for this week.
Guinness, yours was EXCELLENT. I really liked it and never saw the ending coming.
She took no shortcuts when it came to building her house. Trained in all areas of construction, including roofing and carpentry, she completed the build with no sub-contractors. Her caulking skills were amazing, as was her landscaping. Her proudest moment turned to tears as her husband snapped off the chimney in a gingerbread feeding frenzy.
Solitary Man, though much desired.
She stands before him. His tan skin, sweet eyes staring intently. Urging her.
Her fingers wish to graze his smooth, hairless head. She's bad for him.
She moves forward anxiously, lips and teeth ripping off his buttons. She takes him all in in small bites.
PMS and the Gingerbread Man.
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