Happy Thursday! Here’s your new story challenge:
Can you tell a story in 50 words? You must use the following words somewhere in the story:
- LIST
- TWIN
- COMA
- PIE
- FAIRY
Last week’s prompt was to tell a story in 20 words using the following three words in it somewhere:
- TICKET
- WIND
- BEAR
Kim Smyth went a bit over the word limit, but it’s a great story:
The bear lumbered along through the forest looking for a snack before it was time to hibernate. The wind whistled through the trees and soon he smelled what might be his meal ticket. Sure enough, as he came into the clearing, he saw a pup tent. The bear sniffed and approached the pup tent slowly, listening for human noises. Pushing his head through the opening, he spied an empty sleeping bag and a cooler. Growling in anticipation, he opened the cooler, found a drink and tore the top off with his sharp teeth. Drinking it down, he roared with dissatisfaction. Bear needed food! Lumbering his way back out of the tent, he saw the pan sitting on the campfire. Score! He stuck his pointed snout into the pan which held some yummy smelling meat, and roared again as the heat burned his muzzle. Running away and growling in disgust, the bear was back on the hunt for an elusive snack.
Marcus Power:
The blistering wind was relentless as I joined the ticket queue. All one could do was grin and bear it.
Chris Page:
The artiste couldn’t bear the ticket touts who would wind him up as he stepped out of the tour bus.
The lottery ticket was in the bears mouth, then the wind caught it. Honestly, that’s how I lost my fortune!
The girl with kaleidoscope eyes calls, I answer. A bear waves from the turnstile. The wind whips my ticket away.
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Ticket in hand, a bear lunged. I dropped everything and ran like the wind. Train missed, that’s why I’m late.
Sara clutched the ticket tightly. She wanted to fly like the wind to places unknown and maybe see a bear.
Rupert Bear held the winning ticket.
Alas, the wind blew strong and managed to nick it.
Mugged
Ticket gone.
Pedalling like the wind, knocked me down.
Can’t bear to live in this place.
Must get home.
The giant black bear caught the ticket with his teeth, when the furious wind tore it out of my hand.
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Esther Chilton 
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