Tuesday, September 27, 2005

55 words

Pitch dark. Silent. Just the squeaking sound of the cold night.
I forgot my torch. Stay here, I’ll get it.
No, Mark. Please. Let’s go back, I’m scared.
Shh!
Sitting alone, shivering, he sees him - The dying man, walking across the graveyard, with a candle in his hand. Faints.
A month later Mark dies.
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Got tagged by Reshma Sanyal into writing a 55-word story.
My turn to tag. I tag Arrroclint, Alice and Casablanca.

8 Comments:

Blogger Casablanca said...

Cool tag. I'm not a storyteller like you, but will try :)

September 27, 2005 12:56 PM  
Blogger Casablanca said...

Forgot to say.. good story.
"Mark" - very you.

September 27, 2005 1:26 PM  
Blogger Arroclint said...

pardon my ignorance but y am i taged and what am i supposed to be doin about it?

September 27, 2005 3:14 PM  
Blogger Once the Conman said...

ur tagged because I wanna see you create a story and write it in 55 words...
That's what ur supposed to do about it... just write a 55-word story... about anything... anything at all. ur call.

September 27, 2005 3:23 PM  
Blogger RS said...

It's called nanofiction.

September 27, 2005 3:30 PM  
Blogger RS said...

And you even added a picture :)

September 27, 2005 3:32 PM  
Blogger Arroclint said...

hmm..... interesting....
nanofiction.. kewl name.

September 27, 2005 3:33 PM  
Blogger alice said...

i CANNOT WRITE......HELPPPPP!!!!!!!

ok i'll try

September 29, 2005 1:53 PM  

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