I don't really know the rules in this place but if you could give me some constructive critism it would be much obliged! Of course i am brill *beams* so if it's all good i ain't complaining!! They're originally for that 55 word competition but i only did it all today and that ended like ages ago... Then i thought what the hell and made it long theres another bit to one of them but Dr who season finale so i guess i'll post later (if i do), She screamed, her parents shook their heads in disbelief. “What ever happened to our dear little girl?” they mused. No one had noticed the man in the corner, the police badge hidden under his leather coat. No one noticed the pills passed to the screaming fans but him and he certainly wasn't going to forget. She sprinted away, the guns shooting, children crying, parents gone, never coming back. 'how could he?' she thought. She ran. It was a cowardly thing to do but she did it anyway. Without stopping she thought of the helper. The mocking tone “you can't run forever” he had said but she could. Could and would. He wanted independence, they didn't care about him, they just wanted to destroy his life with envy. His mother sat on the cold bed, she loved him so much but he couldn't see that. Why couldn't he see that? It was too late. “A boy, 15 has been reported missing in London, blonde, last seen ...” (Twice as long) Her heart pounded with adrenaline. Unplanned and unexpected she rose from the bed where her blonde lover lay. “Hey, how are you?” he slowly asked. “I, I, look I have to go,” the door closed behind her and yet she felt someone with her. In the end he had made her check but it was too late, she knew the truth and she had dealt with it. The doctors were patient and kind, but in the end she took the crude method, claimed it was an silly accident. A bruise on her forehead the only marker of what had been and in the end time would help heal even that.
If I understand you, each of these four or five line pieces is independent of the others. I've never tried to write a piece of '55 words or less'. It must be like trying to write a haiku with exactly 17 syllables. Given that the pieces are supposed to be this short, they're not bad. My personal opinion is that putting a word limit like this on a piece is a teaching device an English teacher might use to force students to say exactly what they mean in a very short space. Once this skill has been learned, the student can express her/himself in a much more disciplined fashion. However, I wouldn't normally try to express myself about much of anything (except maybe George Bush) in such a short space.
Put your right hand to your heart and your left hand to your ear... Take a deep breath in your most tranquil place of being. And listen as the images, sequences, and premonitions motorize into a very pository mode of stimulation...Enough to shatter even the worst hangover migraine. GUARENTEED! Peace.
