55, 55, 55,

Austin Briggs has been running a great contest on his sight for quite sometime. The rules say you must write a story of fifty-five words or less (non-negotiable), excluding the title. It must have a setting, at least one character, some conflict and a resolution (Not limited to moral of the story).

The title is not part of the overall word count, but it can not exceed seven words. This is the link to his site where I am sure he will make you welcome.

http://austinbriggs.com/

Regarding writers I think this is one of the most interesting competitions around on the net. There are prizes to be won, would you believe $55 dollars for the winner? Although I would strongly advise that you visit Austin's site to find out exactly what they are and the criteria.

The contest takes place once a month and for the month of November the theme is 'Fantasy'. Due to my incompetence I mistimed my entry, so I am putting it here as a way of adding to my blog.

Every Vote Counts.

‘Lines haven’t stopped, viewers love it. Hanging, electric-chair, lethal injection, we’re adding beheading next time. Sponsors want you live with your preference; it may influence votes.

“Warden, any news? My appeal?”

‘Guards and I could become household names; top writers are writing your final words.’

“I’m not guilty.”

‘Stay calm, pretend the cameras aren’t there.

Gone.

Orders were to write a story of no more than 200 words, if you broke the rules you would be called a cheeky blighter and a bounder.


The door swung open; his sister had returned. “Confirmed John, they booked the flight over a week ago, bastards”.

“I’m glad they have gone far away sis; what could we say to them”?

“What sort of bastards are you for starters”.

“I don’t feel angry, just a numbness”.

“I have anger, lots of it.

“To think I thought he was doing me a favour; keeping her company when I worked late. How naive, I thought I was putting him out”.

“Such a fucking mess John, what a scheming bitch”.

“I should have known it was too good to be true; why would a girl like her want me”?

“What! She is not fit to crawl in your shit; she doesn’t deserve to be on the same planet as you”.

“Not so loud sis mum will hear”

“Doctor gave her a sedative; he said she will sleep for a while”.

“I worshipped her; I don’t know what I could have done different”.

“Don’t you dare feel any guilt John; everything happened behind your back”,

“What was it dad used to say: ‘Always expect the unexpected’.

“He often said that, I wish he was here now; and not with your effing girlfriend”.