tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489299213410701870.post3406488737875725831..comments2023-12-11T11:55:19.448-08:00Comments on Suzanne Tyrpak--Who's Imagining All This?: Free short story contest: Write a 55 word storySuzanne Tyrpakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235961429684482177noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489299213410701870.post-43706866573019346302010-09-29T10:41:02.959-07:002010-09-29T10:41:02.959-07:00Hilarious!Hilarious!Suzanne Tyrpakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06235961429684482177noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489299213410701870.post-91545566712345529692010-09-27T02:14:23.699-07:002010-09-27T02:14:23.699-07:00Sorry for the second entry, but I couldn't get...Sorry for the second entry, but I couldn't get to sleep. This one was screaming too loudly to get out:<br /><br />Life of the Party<br /><br />Tall, slim, almost sexy, she was passed willingly from guy to guy every night. She accepted any set of lips, gave herself over to every caress, soft or rough. She took on anyone who could fill the hole and feed the fire down below. Again? Yes. Again? Yes! Again? YES!<br /><br />“Dude. Stop hogging the bong.”Steven L. Hawkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01958707519509533042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489299213410701870.post-12621724010454518732010-09-26T14:46:32.388-07:002010-09-26T14:46:32.388-07:00Here's my entry:
Homecoming
The plane is del...Here's my entry:<br /><br />Homecoming<br /><br />The plane is delayed, tardy with your arrival. I am dressed, patiently waiting. It is hard being left behind as the one you love most is sent half a world away, to dance with the enemy. The day you left was the hardest until now. When you return in a box, ready for the earth.Steven L. Hawkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01958707519509533042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489299213410701870.post-8056403489020619122010-09-21T19:07:00.598-07:002010-09-21T19:07:00.598-07:00These are great! Thanks for entering (and pass the...These are great! Thanks for entering (and pass the word!)Suzanne Tyrpakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06235961429684482177noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489299213410701870.post-38061377236593826672010-09-21T16:37:46.641-07:002010-09-21T16:37:46.641-07:00Fun reading these Suzanne. I almost made mine 50 w...Fun reading these Suzanne. I almost made mine 50 words by accident too.Sheila Deethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13465615546936319164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489299213410701870.post-55152907513268535692010-09-20T23:57:01.506-07:002010-09-20T23:57:01.506-07:00Apologies Suzanne, that was pretty stupid. Here it...Apologies Suzanne, that was pretty stupid. Here it is - the extended and uncut edition.<br /><br />Slab<br /><br />He calls me at 10:34, but that’s all wrong. <br /><br />The space is dark, muted. Its walls feel like a dead man's skin, cold to the bone. I’m hungry and my toe hurts. Then I hear someone talk, getting closer. Fuzzy red light reaches my eyes. <br /><br />Let's go for a T-incision the man says. <br /><br />I bleed.jeroentenbergehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16222860371389969191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489299213410701870.post-30503903339155775122010-09-20T18:48:09.314-07:002010-09-20T18:48:09.314-07:00So now I ask myself... why did I write a 50 word s...So now I ask myself... why did I write a 50 word story?jeroentenbergehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16222860371389969191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489299213410701870.post-48703708653081937682010-09-20T17:10:47.759-07:002010-09-20T17:10:47.759-07:00Slab
He calls me at 10:34, but that’s all wrong. ...Slab<br /><br />He calls me at 10:34, but that’s all wrong. <br /><br />The space is dark, muted. Walls feeling like a dead man's skin, cold to the bone. I’m hungry, my toe hurts. Then I hear someone talk, getting closer. Fuzzy red light. <br /><br />Let's go for a T-incision the man says. <br /><br />I bleed.jeroentenbergehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16222860371389969191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489299213410701870.post-15995244828623094812010-09-20T08:11:15.479-07:002010-09-20T08:11:15.479-07:00An interesting idea for a contest. Here's my ...An interesting idea for a contest. Here's my entry:<br /><br />Incompatible<br /><br /><i>Stupid cow.</i><br />I hate her and I wish I never met her. She’s made my life miserable. She never listens, always upsets my routine and is the bane of my existence. I should get rid of her. Just get my gun and put a bullet in her head.<br /><br />I bet she would make great hamburgers.A. F. Stewarthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09813561042723593419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489299213410701870.post-1520740153586458982010-09-18T21:11:29.112-07:002010-09-18T21:11:29.112-07:00Thanks for posting, Sheila. Powerful story!Thanks for posting, Sheila. Powerful story!Suzanne Tyrpakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06235961429684482177noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489299213410701870.post-25106890126719429302010-09-18T15:05:44.944-07:002010-09-18T15:05:44.944-07:00What a neat competition. Thanks for the inspiratio...What a neat competition. Thanks for the inspiration:<br /><br />Autistic Child.<br /><br />He sat very still on the floor and let her build towers, tall fragile twins, one on each hand. Everyone smiled. It was rare for this child to relax and be peaceful like this. Then the towers fell down and the whole world fell apart.<br /><br />Outside the window, the grown-ups were as crazy as he.Sheila Deethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13465615546936319164noreply@blogger.com