Calling all writers: 55 FICTION CHALLENGE!
I promised the students from the Kamloops Young Authors day that I would issue a 55 Fiction challenge – so HERE ARE THE CONTEST GUIDELINES.
What is 55 Fiction? It’s a story that contains 55 words or less. Challenge yourself to keep it short and to the point – but see how cleverly you can tell your story in just a tiny amount of time. (see first comment on this post for a sample)
Use the comment form below to submit your own 55 Fiction story. We’ll enter your email address into a draw (one entry for each story that you submit) – and the winner will receive a Faery Journal in the mail! Make sure to include an accurate email that you check often so that we can notify you if you’re the winner. The contest closes on June 30th – so make sure you get your entries in before then!
Dang! I totally meant to enter this, but my time got away from me. I hope you run another one of these!
The Thrill
I calm myself as I get ready to jump.
I scream as I fling myself off the edge. I love the flying sensation.Just as I hit the water, I panick. What happens when I submerge into the icy water? I fly out of bed as I wake up in cold chills.
Fornever
“I wish I could live forever…” Kiera sighed, ” there is much I want to see and do!”
“I know, It’s like that song, forever or never……”
“My mom sang a song once to me…..”
Today, Tommorrow, Here, There, maybe someday I’ll Fllllllllly.I won’t watch my life pass me byyyyyyyy……
Jump
“It’s now or never May belle!”
“Is later not an option?”
“No! It’s not! We are not coming back next summer!”
“Fine. I’ll do it now then I guess.” I took a deep breathe and calmed myself.
“Here we go!” I hesitated, but I jumped. Mom screamed when I didn’t make it back to shore.
Possessed
I didn’t know what came over me. Why was I acting like this? I walked into the house and screamed when I saw my reflection. Was that really me? Did I really look like that? I spun around just to clarify it was me. But no, it wasn’t. It was the monster standing inside me.
Glimmer
“What first? The slide? The swings? The merry-go-round?” No, I thought, this place holds to many memories. It’s where Henry was murdered.
“What am I doing here?” A glimmer caught my eye. I screamed and ran like never before. As I slipped through an alley, the glimmer pierced me, and took my life.
Horror part 1
“Why are all your stories scary Helen? What about happy stories that involve unicorns and faeries?”
“Hmm. I guess scary stories are easy to write for me Janice. Shall I write a happy story about you Janice?”
“Oh yes please Helen!” Janice giggled with delight as I began to write her happy story, starring her.
The Story for Janice
The princess Janice skipped merrily out the palace doors to visit her unicorn, Rainbow. It had been a long time since she had seen Rainbow, who had been given to her as a birthday present from the faeries. Once she got there she took Rainbow for a ride to visit the faeries to thank them.
Horror part 2
“See?” The story is dull and boring! It’s not jazzy or anything!” Janice burst into a fit of giggles.
“What?”
“Do. Not. Ever. Say. Jazzy. Again.” I burst into giggles too. Janice was laughing so hard she peed herself. We both just laughed even harder.
“Good thing we’re best friends hey?”
“I couldn’t agree more!”
The Rain
The once stationary swing moves forward and back, forward and back. Weeping willow’s leaves rustle in the wind. It is an ordinary fall night.
“Or is it?” I ask myself, as I sketch the dreary scene. As it starts to rain, I cry out, “My Picture!”, only to find that it looks better than before!
“Relax” she says. You press her hand to your chest and she leans closer. She feels your heart beating. Boom. Boom. Her eyes widen and she bites her lip.
You know the look in her eyes. If only she was in black and white. Then she would be flawless. Then you could love her again.
Oops
Little Timmy waited eagerly on his bike. He wanted to show his mom how good he was at riding even though he’d just learned. She came out and gave him thumbs up. He began to pedal. Then, just as he was making the corner, he came face to face with green grass. “Oops,” he smiled.
Mice
Fear filled both the house and Lily’s body. She had heard a quiet tapping. A neighbor had caught some mice and there was a chance there were more. From her parent’s room, she heard her sister laugh. “Lily, there is no need to panic.” Morgan laughed more. “It’s just a dripping faucet.” Lily’s fear evaporated.
Dragons
I watch the dragon open his great jaws, revealing razor sharp teeth. His hot breath falls on my face. Three times, he lets out a torrent of flames that never touch me. Then I look at my watch. I have to hurry or the movie might start without me.
Little Joe Blue clutched his blankie tight to his chest as he looked up to the lion. Its great jaw opened in a roar. Beside the lion, a tiger paced with his beady little eyes on Joe. Joe didn’t like that. Quickly he picked up his brothers stuffed toy and put it in the closet.
Imaginary
by Jessica Rodgers
Little Joe Blue clutched his blankie tight to his chest as he looked up to the lion. Its great jaw opened in a roar. Beside the lion, a tiger paced with his beady little eyes on Joe. Joe didn’t like that. Quickly he picked up his brothers stuffed toy and put it in the closet.
“Who had a cookie?” his mother yelled. Immediately she went to her eldest. “Was it you?” she roared. Stephen looked about and began to laugh. “You’ll be grounded if you don’t tell me!” Stephen clutched his gut with laughter. With shaking hands, he pointed to the dog’s chocolate-covered face.
His picture was next to that of Superman, Batman, Spiderman, and Wolverine. He was the new face on the wall and proud. His costume was underneath, ready to go at a moments notice. A ringing filled the room. He recognized the call. Quickly, he grabbed his lab coat, ready to leave for the hospital instantly.
Faster than superman she flew. Wind whipped her hair into knots but she hardly noticed. Adrenaline seemed to posses her as she increased her speed. She was unstoppable, powerful, and in control. Nothing could have made her happier. With reluctance, she slowed. The convertible came to a complete halt in front of the traffic light.
Tania waited impatiently in the checkout. Bored, she checked out the horoscope page. Aries said “good luck is near”. She scoffed. It was nearly her turn. Fishing for her wallet, she noticed its absence. Before she could panic, a handsome man came up behind her. “Did you drop this?” She changed her opinion of horoscopes.
They said that room 428 was haunted, but that wasn’t possible. The room had high ceilings and a purple canopied bed. How could a queen have died in childbirth here? Then, she looked in the full-length mirror and panicked. A very pale child clung to her back, his hands around her throat and grinning wickedly.
Moving On
by Crystal J. Stranaghan
The man stood silently, gazing at the plaque on the ground.
Jeremy Michael Fisher
1978-2009
May his soul rest peacefully
As he glanced at the faded photograph of Jeremy’s family lying beside the wilted flowers on the gravestone, he smiled.
Yes, he’d kill the sister next.