50 Words Story: Loop

Another horrible day at work (not even lunch yet) and I decided to say screw it and do a little writing. I read a bunch of awesome 50-word stories this morning and decided that I would give it a go myself. I edited this so many times that I had to force myself to stop.


‘Forbidden love is easily judged,’ he told her when she pulled out of his embrace. ‘You’re bound by God and country; I’m a daughter of the Earth.’ Those words played on a loop in his head as he placed the loop around her neck. ‘Charged with heresy’ the king announced.

50 Word from 6 Words

After my 6 word story and a horrible fight with my husband I produced this piece. I’m really trying to get better at micro-fiction and learned rather quickly it takes practice. LOTS of practice. Unfortunately, I think I ended up with more of a poem instead of a story. Let me know your opinion.


Loving Death
Death loved her from infant to woman.
He observed her exchange vows,
And when her children were born.
He watched her smile, and helpless; when she cried.
He witnessed her being harmed and when she struggled to conceal bruises.
He crumbled watching her surrender. Death wept when she whispered, “Now.”

50 Words from the 6 Words: Hatter’s Legacy

After yesterday’s Alice story I couldn’t stop there but will stop at the 50. A little research had to go into this but it was worth it and more difficult. Trying to stay within 50 words and tell a story that requires more I feel is out of depth. But I gave it a shot and now have a separate notebook with the makings of a short story.

This was a HUGE accomplishment and one that I am really proud of regardless if it’s right or wrong. In writing nothing really is right or wrong…well maybe except for spelling. Please try the 6 word story challenge. Did it help inspire your writing into a larger project? Let me know in the comments and I promise I will get social media up for my blog. One step at a time.


Hatter’s Legacy

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“…happy summer days.” Alice closed the book.
“Goodnight Hatter.”
“Mommy, where’d I get red hair from?”
“Your father’s side.”
“But dad’s pictures show black hair!”
“Hatter, your father dyed it protesting your aunt’s ruling. Now sleep my love.”
Alice left, remembering the beheading of her husband ordered by his sister.

 

 

 

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