55 Word Short Stories
Tom Ford The Mystery
"You needn't look so smug, Watson."
"Sorry, Holmes. It's just that I can't believe you're finally stumped. You'll never unravel this crime."
Holmes stood up and gestured emphatically with the stem of his pipe.
"I'm afraid you're wrong. I do know who killed Mrs Worthington."
"Incredible!No witnesses!No clues! Who did it?"
"I did, Watson."
Jeffrey Whitmore Bedtime Story
"Careful, honey, it's loaded," he said, re-entering the bedroom.
Her back rested against the headboard. "This for your wife?"
"No. Too chancy. I'm hiring a professional."
"How about me?"
He smirked. "Cute. But who'd be dumb enough to hire a female hit man?"
She wet her lips, sighting along the barrel. "Your wife."
Terry Tilton That Settles That
Tom was a handsome, fun-loving young man, albeit a bit drunk when he got into an argument with Sam, his room mate of just two months.
"You can't. You can not write a short story in just 55 words, you idiot!"
Sam shot him dead on the spot.
"Oh yes you can," Sam said, smiling.
Dick Skeen Into the Night
Look, smile, teeth, lips, voice, sexy, car, feel, apartment, couch, music, dance, lights, drink, moist, dry, soft, firm, fast, slow, easy, hard, leg, knee, thigh, shoulders, breast, fingers, silky rough, breath, living room, bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, basement, bed, pillow, sheets, shower, cigarette, coffee, stockings, bra, dress, shirt, naked, rattle, door, husband, scramble, kill, clothes, window.
David Congalton December 8, 1980
She closed the history book and sighed.
"That General Custer. He should never have left the safety of the Dakota territory."
He was in too much of a hurry to listen. He picked up his guitar and headed for the door.
"Bloody hell, Yoko. Let's go. We're going to be late."
Glen Starkey Werling
Werling Werner was witless. Without worrying whether wife Wilma was working.Werner wasted wampum willfully. Worthless Werling was workless. When Werling woke wondering what wife Wilma was wanting, we wondered why Werling wanted women. Werling was without wisdom. Women want warmth. Wilma was wet. Werling Werner's weenie was worthless. Wilma went without. Woe was Werling.
Mark Turner Rites of Passage
He'd known her since she was very young. She was the most beautiful girl in the world, and he loved her deeply. At one time he had been her idol. Now he was losing her to another man.
Eyes glistening, he kissed her cheek softly, then smiled as he gave her away to the groom.
Marilee Swircszek Solitaire
Encases by the laundry room walls, she stuffed load after load into the insatiable washer, begrudging every minute lost. Sodden diapers, mismatched booties, Batman pyjamas, pink leotards, grass-stained soccer shirts, knee-socks, pinafores, jeans, sweaters, skirts, trousers.
Now, finally, she washes one small load a week, and wonders why the days are so long.
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