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It's simple. Just post a story with characters, setting and mini-plot that is exactly 55 words, excluding the title.

Think ya can do it?

Chance Encounter

Two travelers align in the sidewalk.

She smiles and compliments his fedora.

He laughs and states her blue hair looks better.

“Jessica.” She giggles.

“David.” He extends a hand.

The moment she takes his hand under the nighttime streetlights is the moment everything begins to change.

They have no regrets.

They never will.

The Time

She is frazzled, wrought with trouble she wants to go away. She collapses on the bus bench next to another man. Sighing sadly, she asks him “Do you have the time?”

The vested, homeless old man looks at her with a near toothless grin, and replies obliviously “All the time in the world!”




Your turn!

Untitled

''Hey dude.'' Jack said to Joe.

''Yeah dude?'' Joe replied.

''Apparently we have to write a story that only has 55 words.''

''Really?'' Joe said shockingly.

''Yep.'' Jack shrugged his shoulder in boredom.

''...Almost done?'' Joe asked.

''Yeah, should be very, very close.''

''This is boring...'' Joe said while kicking his foot around.

''OH SHI-''

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The End

Fifty-Five Street
Fifty-Five street was a place where everything was related to the number fifty-five.
All the houses were in groups of fifty-five.
All people were aged fifty-five.
And everything made was to do with fifty-five.
Video-games, poems, brands, all to do with fifty-five.
Just like the story you read.

lol

Just Like Every Other Day
By NanTheDark

Joseph woke up in the morning, just like every other day.
Then, he had breakfast, just like every other day.
After that, he went to the office, just like every other day.
He worked for hours, just like every other day.
Finally, he came back home and went to bed, just like every other day.

What do you think?

The Final Frontier

" Captain's Log #41, Date Feburary 3rd, 2076. This is Howard Almoner, the last living crewmember of the S.S. Darkbird. I haven’t got much time left, so I’ll make this quick. The local lifeforms of Eyetiel are hostile. They are extremely dangerous. Whoever finds this message…… Get out of here while you still can. “


1911

"We don't have to do this, Mr. Fillmore."
"That ain't true, Seymour. You're gonna shoot me as soon as I turn ma back."

"This is still a gentleman's duel, however you look at it, death is unnecessary."
"Just draw, you weaselly little bastard!”
Seymour signaled a nearby sniper to shoot, and after one shot, silence.