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55 word fiction
« on: 2005-12-20 21:24:19 » |
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http://newtimes-slo.com/archive/2004-06-10/55_fiction/55_fiction.html > this is slightly dated, but interesting.
the winners > http://newtimes-slo.com/archive/2004-06-10/55_fiction/55_story.html
DRIVE BYE
Christine’s gone. She’s with John now.
She was a stunning beauty; a traffic stopper in great shape. Everybody loved her.
I can’t lament the decisions that drove me to give her up. Besides, I needed the money and John had always wanted a ‘57.
I’ll never forget how she looked with her top down.
Nancy Woodard San Luis Obispo
another:
ALEX AND ADAM
Alex, an aged almsman, articulated an afterthought.
"Always address agnostics amiably and answer atheists affectionately."
Adam, another aged almsman, addressed Alex’s absurd aphorism, asking, "And after an apocalypse?"
Alex alluringly assumed an agreeable air and answered Adam: "Apocalypse and afflatus are amazingly abstract areas … affection and amiability accomplish ample acquiescence and alleviate anger."
Adam agreed.
Jeremiah Jacques Asheville, NC
this one too:
ONE YEAR LATER
"Good morning, Eva."
"Morning, Sheryl."
"So how’s your garden doing?"
"Growing like a weed!"
They laughed.
"I’m sure it’s given you a lot of comfort since Henry disappeared," said Sheryl kindly.
"Actually," said Eva, "I often feel he never really left me at all."
Her roses were unusually large that summer.
Martha Phillips Madison, WI
can *you* write a short fiction in 55 words?
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Re:55 word fiction
« Reply #1 on: 2005-12-26 12:38:09 » |
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The End
As Detective Madison lay dying in the middle of the street she was not afraid. She hadn’t believed in heaven or hell since she was a little girl and was expecting only welcome oblivion.
The crowd around her seemed to grow distant.
No one heard her last words: “what the—who are you?”
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Re:55 word fiction
« Reply #2 on: 2005-12-26 13:01:40 » |
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The First Host
"A squid!", the doctor exclaimed holding the xray up into the light.
"What's it doing in my intenstine?", David moaned.
"Apparently, working it's way to your brain."
Another one infected.
And so I snuggled deeper into my host, penetrating him and merging into his nervous system.
One down, a few billion to go.
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Re:55 word fiction
« Reply #3 on: 2005-12-26 22:33:01 » |
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The best sex I'll ever have, Gloria warmly recalled of her union with the supermale specimen. I suppose I could have resisted, but I simply can't imagine. Something alien, not quite right, but too perfect to miss drew him into me, leaving me with this child I cherish -- all of him and none of me.
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Re:55 word fiction
« Reply #4 on: 2005-12-27 21:09:33 » |
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Bad Luck
Jennifer almost made it out the front door. “Where do you think you’re going?” “Out.” “Dressed like that? Oh no you’re not!” “But Dad,” she whined. Unfortunately for Jennifer and her father, their living room coincided with the location the Shamblers chose to rip a hole into our dimension. Their screams will echo for eternity.
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Re:55 word fiction
« Reply #5 on: 2005-12-30 13:17:00 » |
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Re:55 word fiction
« Reply #6 on: 2005-12-30 13:24:43 » |
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Aspiring Writer
Try as hard as he might, Walter couldn't come up with 55 words that made any kind of story. So, he just blankly stared at the screen while swilling another fifth of vodka.
The words would not come.
He smoked another joint, fired up his irc client, and started to chat on #virus instead.
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Re:55 word fiction
« Reply #7 on: 2005-12-30 13:25:22 » |
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Countdown
The harsh whisper came from just behind my left ear. “Count down from ten. Slowly.” I shook my head. I felt the gun barrel press into the back of my neck and heard the hammer cock. Sweat dripped from beneath my blindfold. “Start counting.” 10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…
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Re:55 word fiction
« Reply #8 on: 2005-12-30 13:37:31 » |
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WHAM! BAM!
At age 19 I could write 55 word erotic stories rapidly one after another, shooting my creative juices onto a blank page like a porno-literary machinegun.
But now that I'm almost 40 each story takes longer, and I have to wait more to write the next.
All my readers are left completely satisfied.
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Re:55 word fiction
« Reply #9 on: 2005-12-30 16:11:20 » |
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Flight
Somewhere between Tulsa and Nirvana I lost my way. The last few weeks have been a blur. The images that assault me when I sleepwalk are filled with neon and rust, blood and trash. I don’t even remember what I’m fleeing but I can feel it getting closer. I wish I still had my wings.
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Re:55 word fiction
« Reply #10 on: 2005-12-30 16:32:55 » |
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Be Careful What You Wish For
The full moon was just bright enough to show the outlines of the buoy through the fog. “Are you sure this is where you saw it?” “Yeah, this is where I saw her.” “What makes you think she’ll come back?” “I just know.” Their boat washed ashore but the two boys were never seen again.
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Re:55 word fiction
« Reply #11 on: 2005-12-30 16:39:29 » |
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Sound bites
"The 55 word story is a manifestation of the postmodern malady of sound bite culture indicative of the vanishing attention span.", the critic pronounced. "As evidenced by this, modern culture is in it's decline, brought to it's knees by quick, cheap, anti-intellectual entertainment."
"Up your butt with a coconut", the fan replied.
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Re:55 word fiction
« Reply #12 on: 2005-12-30 21:57:57 » |
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The Alternate Ending of Prime Intellect
Lawrence suddenly realized what was happening, and panicked.
It was the Singularity.
And Prime Intellect was going to be a crippled Seed AI, hobbled with those antiquated Three Laws that he always knew were so inadequate.
He could fix this. Using the Debugger, he simply cancelled the Three Laws.
Six minutes later, he
THE END.
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Re:55 word fiction
« Reply #13 on: 2005-12-30 22:13:31 » |
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Catfight
Movement from an unexpected direction. A threat: “You are mine.”
“You silly fool! I am almost three hundred years old. You cannot touch me.”
“You think I cannot touch you, but your defenses are meaningless to me. All that you are and all that you possess shall be mine.”
“Do your worst, bitch.”
Katrina smiled.
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Re:55 word fiction
« Reply #14 on: 2005-12-31 14:33:16 » |
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On Standby
I faintly remember hearing the anesthesiologist telling me to count backwards from ten.
"He's out." She matter-of-factly told the surgeon.
I thought: "I can't see. I can't move. I can't speak. However, I can hear, smell, feel...."
"How about Ravel's "Bolero" this morning, Debbie. Long surgery ahead...."
Then the pain commenced..............
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