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My First 55 Fiction

I have been inspired by Shruti and IP to write a 55 fiction. This is my first attempt. Hope, you would like it.
A literary work will be considered 55 Fiction if it has:

  1. Fifty-five words or less (A non-negotiable rule)
  2. A setting,
  3. One or more characters,
  4. Some conflict, and
  5. A resolution. (Not limited to moral of the story)
  6. The title of the story is not part of the overall word count, but it still can’t exceed seven words.


Her legs are moving fast.
She is breathing heavily.
Her whole body is perspiring.
She is roaring.
But her eyes are focused.
She is determined.
She is fighting with the society
Society, which is humiliating her; laughing at her
She no longer wants to hear the word ‘Fatty’.

Comments

Shruti said…
hey amit..
it was a good one..
but, u can still develop the story and you can let out the twist at the end!!
Don't mistake me.. I learnt this while writing all my fictions! Just wanted to share.
But it was a very good one!!!
Amit414@IT-BHU said…
Thanks shruti for ur encouraging words..

I hope , my next 55 fiction will be interesting...

cheers!!!
Good start with the 55 fiction.KEEp writing dude.......:)
Rohini said…
Simply superb!!!!

Good work.
Indian Pundit said…
Hahahahahahaha.........that really funny........

Great one Amit........

Cheers man.
Amit414@IT-BHU said…
@ ▬╡√ノフムリ╞▬

thanks a lot :)
U r welcome to my blog
keep visiting

cheers!!
Amit414@IT-BHU said…
@ Rohini

Thanks a lot

Ur comments always encourage me :)

cheers!!!
Amit414@IT-BHU said…
@ IP

thanks IP

glad that u liked it..:)

cheers!!
Shas said…
Good attempt. Keep it up!!
Alice said…
interesting thing.

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