55 Word SS

My Companion

You’ve always been there, without a doubt. You carry all of my books when they are too heavy to hold. Your hugs so close and never change, and I can’t say I don’t love it. Why you do it I will never know. You’ll always have my back. For you are that one special knapsack.

 

Unlimited Potential

“You can’t win,”

“You underestimate my powers, and ability, I will take your country,”

Tensions grew; if he made a move this would cause a chain reaction that could spark a war in Africa. Everyone wanted Africa, who could pass up all of those resources.

“Give me the dice. I’m willing to take the risk.”

Cal McClelland's 55wss

Cal McClelland

Mr.Breaton

EWC 4U1

20th May 2014

The Horde

They all stood frozen and petrified. The horde was coming. The horde approached with verocity. Men, women, and children stampeded over one another with the viciousness of a hungry animal.     

There was no escape, no refuge. Reggie gave a small whimper.  

“Do it,” he said. Steve turned on the sign “Black Friday sale. Now open.”

The Struggle

The noise was deafening. Max could feel his head about to explode. Max began to sweat profusely as he was being crushed by a blanket of iron. He fought and struggled against the force. He forced his leg and arm out and pushed himself to freedom. Panting he spoke;

“I hate getting out of bed.”

Alyssa Boldt -- 55WSS

My Inevitable Doom

I gulped as I took in the building; it towered over the treetops. As I dragged my feet closer, my heart pounded. I knew that I would be facing the end. “Don’t worry girl. It’s not… too painful.” A man cackled. I reached the door and tugged on it. I’m so not ready for school.

Trapped

My pulse quickened. There is no way to escape this. This is my fate, I guess. I snapped back to reality, listening to their voices. What will I say? What’s my answer? My mouth was dry, I couldn’t find the words. “Do you take this man to be your husband?” And then I woke up.

Chara Gerow

Escape

Christine panted as she pushed herself to run faster. They were closing in on her. One gave a yell as she spurred herself on. She could hear the distant chanting and remembered why she was running. Christine heard grunts behind her. The echo of feet pounded faster.

Just then, Christine burst past the finishing line.

Trial By Fire

Brock watched as a glistening drop of sweat splattered down. He shifted his eyes nervously from left to right, then back down again. Moans echoed from all around him. He lost focus. His breath came harder and faster. His mind was clouded over with confusion. Brock stood to run.

“Sit down and finish your test!”

Ians 55 word short stories

Ian Dowd

Mr. Breaton

Writers Craft

May 23rd 2014

Escape

The ground trapped him. It was crushing, and the darkness surrounded him. Escape! He must escape! Oh, to view the sun was his greatest wish, to feel the breeze and the rain. Stretch! With a final push he burst from the ground. Victory!

“Stupid Dandelions.” Bob shouted as he plucked the latest that had grown.

Children:

She loved them. Her children meant everything to her. From their loving cries to their nuzzling shows of affection, they always appreciated her, appreciated what she did for them. They didn't abandon her in a cold prison citing “dementia”.

Her face beaming, Margaret packed up her breadcrumbs and bid her pigeons farewell, cooing them goodbye.

Dance Recital and Hero of the White Banner - Nate Shaftoe

Nate Shaftoe

Mr. Breaton

EWC4U

May 21, 2014

Dance Recital

            James loved the heat of dancing. It was lithe and graceful, a melody of movement and form. He sat transfixed by the beauty before him. She darted back and forth before his eyes in a hypnotic fashion. James’ face warmed as he leaned closer. “So beautiful…”

            “James, quit staring at the fire!” his mother said.

Hero of the White Banner

            Arthus stood tall and proud, his chest thrust out and his head held high. His crimson cape fluttered in the wind. At the foot of the rolling hill lay a thousand fallen orcs, slain by his hand.

“I love you,” his beautiful elven lover said with a kiss.

            Then the physician gave him his medicine.

55WSS

Rising Tide

       The lukewarm water crept slowly up her legs. She scrambled back. Hit a towering wall. There was no escape. The water rose to her belly now. Her heart pounded. Fear spiked through her. Soon the vile liquid would be to her neck. Her ruin was imminent. Desperate for rescue from her bath, she cried,               “Meow!” 

Liberation

       The light burned against his retinas, unfamiliar and unwelcome through clenched eyelids. After months of being confined, release was a shock; he thought he would never escape. Weak, he pushed up but the freedom was light on his clumsy limbs and over he tumbled. His mothers tongue rasped on his head and the kitten purred.