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Still more excuses! I'll spare you the details and just say that I plan to be back to regular blogging soon. I, again, apologize for my lack of fresh content recently. I hope to add my 55 Fiction later today. For now, enjoy MrWurdi's contributions.
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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 wrote TWO 55 Fictions this week:
Naughty or nice?
Christmas was always a time of wonder for little girls and boys. But as they grew older the gifts stopped being little children’s toys. They became more practical, useful and sometimes just needed, and in mature relationships, more secretive. Private rendezvous are often the best inspiration for gifts.
You been bad enough for adult toys?
Christmas Cheer for Mickey
Amazed at all the lights and quietly crawling under the tree. Tearing into gift after gift, eating and drinking what was left for Santa. Finally laying back taking it all in exhausted from mornings carousing.
Then the door burst open with screeching, smacked with a broom, running for freedom!
“Did you get it? Damn Mouse!”
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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:
The room was quiet. All that existed were her thoughts and the relentless pressure that came and went because of her predicament.
She squirmed and tried shifting her weight to help ease the strain that was bringing sweat to her brow.
She knew why she was being punished.
Darn the fruitcake.
Bring on the metamucil.
The radio blared Christmas songs for hours as she drove across Texas for a family holiday. She thought she heard a commercial: “This holiday is brought to you by Mom’s Cheese Ball and Aaron’s Egg Nog-Nog. Enjoy your Christmas with melded cheese on a cracker, plus that little extra nog you get from only Aaron.”
A Very Sgt Christmas
Twelve boxes loaded and hidden
Eleven months of waiting
Ten strands of lights strung
Nine feet of Christmas tree
Eight weeks of prepping
Seven trips to the mall
Six hours of assembling and wrapping
Five minutes of shredding
Four happy kids
Three hour cleanup
Two house guests
And a year till we do it again
I love 55 Fiction Friday. I look forward to it all week.
P.S. There's another haiku-a-thon at my place - this time with a real prize!
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