55 Flash Fiction

Logophile does this every Friday. I don’t know if I did it right, but I’ve been wanting to give it a try. And of course, I am right on time, as usual, not.

I think the object is to write exactly 55 words of fiction on the suggested topics. Here are my attempts.

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Crawling into my nasal cavities, I claw and scratch to alleviate the constant itch and irritation brought on by tiny airborne life forms put on this earth to make my life a living hell. I find myself perched on the edge of my tear ducts, inducing floods of moisture in an effort to find relief.

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The feathers caressed the grains of parched sand from the alabaster bones nestled in the quiet resting place of millennia. The eternal peace of the ancients surrounded our find, speaking of the care and sanctity given to these hallowed remains. We removed the gold lace shroud over the knuckles and revealed age old teeth marks.

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Tinkling music worked its way down the street calling out to the children in a pied piper’s song of enchantment. They lined up on the curb, chirping with excitement, jostling each other in their eagerness for cool, creamy joy. Giving pleasure on a hot summer day to neighborhood tikes brought a smile to Nathan’s face.