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A very short exercise

This should prove to be an interesting exercise for our writers.
All you need to do is write a very short story of only fifty-five words.
But, with a surprise ending.
To get you all started, here is my first contribution:

Short Story No. 1.

From the moment of conception she was loved with a passion.
Though weak at her birth, she grew stronger with timeless nurturing.
She left home to compete in a cruel world.
Suffered many rejections, but still she persevered.
Success was sweet, at last.
Proudly I watch my baby, my book, sitting in the local book store.

55 words exactly.


Davide Castel

19th August 2012


A
Single love
Hopeful of many dreams to come true
One marriage, two beautiful children
Responsibility and lessons learned
Too much sadness
So much loving tenderness
Together forever
One family
Remembering loved ones passed
Yesterdays, today, tomorrow and beyond


Cindy Beitinger

19th August 2012


Cindy...you are so clever! You have created another acronym from 'A Short Story' It's beautifully written.
Some years ago, our daily newspaper, asked for a short story of 55 words or less. Each day they printed someone's contribution. I was fortunate to have one of mine printed too, so I guess I should put my contribution on here also. I'll wait for a few more writers first.


Davide Castel

20th August 2012


Without reservation he bravely summoned the courage to face the next chapter of his life. What few regrets he did have were faced. Peace had been made. Oddly enough he knew it wasn’t the end but the beginning. He was ready to celebrate. To enjoy his final moments with loved ones. Death was his freedom.


Deborah Boydston

19th August 2012


Deborah, exactly 55 words too. A death experience! great one also, with that twist. Way to go!


Davide Castel

20th August 2012


Thanks Lucy. This is a cool exercise. Thanks for posting it.


Deborah Boydston

19th August 2012


Hey Lucy I agree. This was a great exercise and I loved your "life of a book" story.


Cindy Beitinger

19th August 2012


Short Story No.2

They said I couldn’t do it.
I was too shy. Too scared.
My dream of performing at the Concert Hall was now being realized.
I played passionately, relentlessly and accurately.
Perspiration dripping, I take my final bow.
‘THANK YOU...THANK YOU!’ I shake with emotion.
‘What are you thanking me for?’ says my sleepy husband.

55 words exactly.


Davide Castel

20th August 2012


Thank you everyone for recommending this exercise.


Davide Castel

20th August 2012


Short story No. 3

I should never have left home.
Now he angrily follows me down the street, chasing me.
Lifting my skirt and whipping my legs.
Publicly embarrassing and humiliating me.
Bravely I soldier on, but stop defeated at the letterbox.
Mission accomplished, I head back home and shut the door.
Safe at last, from that cruel wind.

55 words exactly.


Davide Castel

24th August 2012


I like this one Lucy. I was thinking some creepy guy was following you at first.


Cindy Beitinger

23rd August 2012


That was the idea Cindy, with the twist at the end.
You are supposed to think along a certain track, then you are led down a completely different one.


Davide Castel

24th August 2012


Doesn't look like anyone else is contributing, so, here I go again.

Short story No. 4

‘Come here, little girl.
Don’t be scared.
I won’t hurt you,’
encouraged the shadowed figure enticingly.
She was lost, alone and afraid of the black night.
‘I want my mummy. M U M M Y!’ she screamed,
then jumped from the branch, landing in his outstretched arms.
He cried out in pain as his truant daughter knocked him down.

55 words exactly.


Davide Castel

25th August 2012


Another series of stories I very much enjoyed!


Summer Breeze

25th August 2012


Thanks so much Jan.
I had actually done these many years ago and it is a great exercise.


Davide Castel

26th August 2012


Okay, no more takers? Here's one last one from moi!!!

Short Story No. 5

Nobody loves me.
Everyone hates me.
They say I have no purpose in life.
I’m no use to them.
But why? Do I smell?
Don’t they like my head?
I try to keep out of everyone’s way and
I’m fiercely independent and resourceful.
Ah ... the aroma of food.
WHACK.
‘I killed the rotten blowfly mum.’

55 words exactly.


Davide Castel

31st August 2012


You guys are SO GOOD!! I feel stupid without a contribution, well with out one YET, but I just have to praise everyone who wrote a 55 word story!!
Lucy , number 5 is definitely a LOL!!!!!


Warren Gates

31st August 2012


Thanks Warren and also a recommend too.
This really is not very difficult to do.
I wasn't sure about the blowfly, could be racist?
The girl, walking to the letterbox, abused?
The truant little girl, enticed by a stalker?
The nurtured baby, your book in a book Store?
And the dream pianist, the actual one published!

See? 55 words exactly!
Go on, give it a go!


Davide Castel

1st September 2012


What does LOL mean again?


Davide Castel

2nd September 2012


Laugh Out Loud. Haha!


Summer Breeze

2nd September 2012


Thanks Jan. I should know by now!


Davide Castel

2nd September 2012


This is my attempt, for what it is worth. Took abit of editing to fit into the 55 word limit (not counting the title. Hope I haven't over edit it. Oh well here goes

Short Story No. 6

Laurentinus bit ravenously into the hapless girl’s jugular.

Her blood tasted acutely sweet and quickly turned acidic.

One by one his fangs crumbled and spilt from his caustic lips.

Finally he passed out.

“This is what becomes vampires that dare bite Sugar plum ferries!” she cackled hauling the de-fanged vamp back to her belligerent netherworld


Leslie Blackwell

10th September 2012


Leslie...You did it! Very, very good! However, I think that 'ferries' should be spelt 'fairies' if that was what you had intended?

Anyway, it was your 'Zany Barbeque' that started me off on my 'Alphabetically correct' writing tangent! Could you please read it and tell me what you think?
Could you also give this another go? Because I loved your Zany Barbeque. I have got my U3A Class doing it now. So thanks for that Leslie.

Also, how about writing a more detailed profile of YOU? As we don't know much about you at all.


Davide Castel

10th September 2012


Ok, my first addition to this awesome group...here it goes...


The snow floated down and around
The sky, white and smooth, reflected
The snowflakes, snowmen, snowballs,
A great fight, laughter, cold hands, mittens
A memory of winter, of fun, almost forgotten.
I sigh and look at this room, white, filled with snow
I should probably put the feathers
Back into the pillowcase now...


Arien Mills

9th September 2012


Arien...Lovely! And with that misleading ending too.
However, you have only 53 letters, so 2 more would fit in nicely perhaps an extra word in the last 2 lines?
Thanks for giving it a go.


Davide Castel

10th September 2012


oh dang! I was so close!!


Arien Mills

10th September 2012


You could add, "before bed!"


Cindy Beitinger

10th September 2012


All the men in the village polish their cars, while the women cook the roast. Children sit and think, forbidden to play with toys and with only the Bible to read alone and in silence.

To the passengers, Sunday afternoons seem eternal. The trains will never come, because David may not play with them today.


Alcuin Edwards

10th September 2012


That was an interesting read of a Sunday afternoon, and how it used to be?
Or maybe it still is in some towns?
However, that last sentence baffled me - 'To the passengers?'
Where were they travelling?


Davide Castel

11th September 2012


At age sixteen he'd had enough of his stepmother.
She had lied to his father, blaming him for her misgiving faults. That is why he packed his clothes neatly, sharpened the axe so carefully.
He followed her outside, the axe poised on his shoulder.
Then he chopped the wood, picked up his bag and left.


Don Yarber

11th September 2012


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