The numbers are going up. Last week it was 40-word stories I was looking for, this week, we hit the 50-word mark. So, for next week, I’d like to see anything from the humorous, to the sizzling, to the exciting, to the chilling, to the anything-else-you-can-think-of, all in 50-words.
Here are last week’s stories for you:
Keith Channing‘s story manages to get NaNoWriMo in there! Simply brilliant:
“Write a story using just forty words,” she said.
“It’s not possible,” I replied, “it’s November, and that means NaNoWriMo. Fifty thousand words must be written.”
Then I remembered what I owed her and relented. What choice did I have?
Sacha Black has produced a story, which must be made into a longer story. I’m sure you’ll agree:
“What do you mean Peter Pan’s evil?”
“Exactly that. He’s REAL and he’s EVIL.”
“It’s a kids’ book, Jake.”
“Listen. It’s real. He’s real. It’s not called Neverland because of lost children. It’s called Neverland because you never return…”
Geoff Le Pard takes up the challenge for the first time. Welcome Geoff and thank you for a clever and entertaining story:
One Viking planted his seed. It lay dormant through generations until it was time. A boy was born with vibrant red hair and green eyes. He sung like an angel. He won Eurovision in Copenhagen. The Viking had returned home.
Jason Moody warned me that he’d gone a bit crazy this week. He wasn’t joking! I hope you enjoy all his stories as much as me:
1) Jack and Jill ran up the hill, to fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down, and broke his crown. Jill whipped out her mobile, as fast as she could.
“Hello. Is that NHS direct?”
2) Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the King’s horses and all the King’s men, couldn’t put Humpty together again. However, scrambled egg was on the menu again. The soldiers cheered!
3) The beloved King was dying. He lay on his bed, gaunt and thin. The wicked Prince forced out another crocodile tear and leant in. The old King croaked.
“You will not be King,” he smiled.
With that, he died.
4) “Someone’s eaten my porridge,” the little bear cried.
“Someone’s slept in my bed,” said Mummy bear.
“Never mind that. Who’s taken my bloody paper?” growled Daddy bear. With that, he stormed out, slamming the door.
Men.
5) Little Bo Peep had lost her sheep. She didn’t know where to find them. She sighed, and reached into her designer handbag, pulling out a copy of Hello.
“Ooooh,” she cooed, reading the front cover.
6) It was the moment the entire family was dreading. They were all gathered around their mother’s bed. A middle aged woman nodded. A young man cleared his throat.
“Scream, as soon as you see her,” he whispered.”
7) My heart pounded as he kissed me. Every part of my being tingled. His soft lips caressing mine. Was I in love? Did he love me?
A sudden thought stabbed at my mind. How could I do this to my wife?
8) The sun rose, and kissed the horizon for the first time in years. Folk ventured out from their hiding places, drinking its rays. A dark figure clapped her hands and the light was gone.
“There you all are,” she hissed.
Jasdeep Kaur brings the challenge to a close with her beautiful story:
Revived Emotions
We relentlessly gazed at each other, his eyes again having the lost spark, my heart all to his unspoken words. A decade had passed sculling through the monotony of life. It was indeed the time to revive our dormant love.
Esther Chilton 
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