Fifty-Five Word Friday!

The other day I saw something and it looked really fun. It was writing a story in 55 words, no more and no less, 55 words exactly. That might actually not seem so fun considering you have to get 55 words exactly... but what the hell, and why the hell not. THIS COULD BE FUN!







Mine

Jack
coddled a hand to his chest. He rubbed his chin against the fingers and kissed
the knuckles. He smiled, and turned to see who the hand belonged to. It didn’t
have a body, or an arm. It bled out over his chest. He whacked the hand away
and sat up.

The hand was his.





Don't Be Rude



“Hey,
I’m home now,” she said.

            There was no response, so she
shrugged, and got on with life, dancing around with her earphones in, playing
some loud music. She turned around and a knife broke through her chest to her
heart, it killed her instantly.

            Nobody ever said “hey” to death
before. It scared him.




Those were my first 2 attempts at writing 55 word fiction, and I had fun writing them. So how about you write some... even make a blog post, include your links here!




What did you think of them?


-Joseph




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