Write A Really Short Story In 50 Words Or Less

[rachel]

Writing,Tropical Fish, Beer, Chess, Country walks, fresh flowers, philosophy and cafes-these were his meat and potatoes-his oxygen.
"Write about it"they said"in fifty words or less"
"Too silly"he replied, scowling.
Still he caught himself thinking in fifty word bites.He wondered........

hi Asa,
how are you?

[bodica]

Story Mmm what about a short poem of mine>>>>

If I could walk I would walk that mile
If I could talk I would take a while
If I could sing I would sing for you
If I could laugh I would not be blue
If I could right all the wrongs I would
If I only could.

Copyright Bodica July 2001

[rachel]

gorgeous,
I am starting to think you have one beautiful mind

[jahan]

"He tried raping someone and got what he deserved!" she says, dressing the man's head wounds, his eyes staring beyond nothing. Just another chore.
Turning, she knocks the coloring book off the table. Replacing it, careleslly blanketing the child’s card, in multi-colored crayon. “Come home soon Daddy. I miss you.”

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Okay, that was tough. Fifty words go by in a flash! I'm cool, if you don't count hyphened words as two. Thanks for the assignment.

[Asa Adams]

Writing,Tropical Fish, Beer, Chess, Country walks, fresh flowers, philosophy and cafes-these were his meat and potatoes-his oxygen.
"Write about it"they said"in fifty words or less"
"Too silly"he replied, scowling.
Still he caught himself thinking in fifty word bites.He wondered........

hi Asa,
how are you?

I am well...However i scowl at nothing. I have written many poems, and shortstories. I have a published, and another unpublished story. it is not that writing is silly to me. But the way i see this is that flash fiction has no place in lit. Maybe for a game, but to a writer, nothing as beautiful as the sky or the light in june, the cool in november, can ever be written in 50 words or less. perhaps some other people may understand. but for now, please continue on with your fun game. No offence intended at all.

[snowangel]

[QUOTE=jahan]"He tried raping someone and got what he deserved!" she says, dressing the man's head wounds, his eyes staring beyond nothing. Just another chore.
Turning, she knocks the coloring book off the table. Replacing it, careleslly blanketing the child’s card, in multi-colored crayon. “Come home soon Daddy. I miss you.”

Loved your story; really fantastic.

[jahan]

Thanks, Snowangel. It was a really tricky assignment. I can barely write a sentence in under 50 words!

[rachel]

The light in June, the cool in November, this and all the ages past, the multi-colored now and the uncertain ages to come-these were all written across the sky as the glorious sunset dripped it's jewel tones across the welcoming earth below.The dark lowered her inky curtain.

[Virgil]

The light in June, the cool in November, this and all the ages past, the multi-colored now and the uncertain ages to come-these were all written across the sky as the glorious sunset dripped it's jewel tones across the welcoming earth below.The dark lowered her inky curtain.

Very nice, Rachel. I'm still waiting to read one of your stories.

[rachel]

I am preparing parts of two, because they are books dear Virg and will send them along. Hugs to papa and mama. A hug for you.

[Asa Adams]

Very nice, Rachel. I'm still waiting to read one of your stories.

agreed, i especially liked the "the light in june, the cool in novemeber."

[Pensive]

She liked him, but he didn't. Fate was cruel to her or probably, it wasn't. He liked another girl, so she left him with his lover and went on her own way, the way where she had people who loved her and she loved them too, the way where there was happiness for her, she sacrificed her love and got love of many. Wasn't it a good deal?

(Aha, a poor story by me)

[imthefoolonthehill]

All dorm rooms are the same. I open my door and see ghosts. Ghosts of her. Ghosts of us. Ghosts of a future we’ll never see. Ghosts of parting.

Who’d have guessed my ghosts sat on each other’s laps and watched pride and prejudice?

This room’s the same. I’m not.

[Asa Adams]

that was interesting... very interesting

[Hyacinth Girl]

"Strawberries," she thought as the red tartness poured over her tongue. "Strawberries are for moonlight nights, for champagne sipped from a single glass. They must be sheathed in chocolate velvet, decadence made manifest."
Looking down into the bowl of scarlet, she shrugged her shoulders, bit again and smiled.