55 word fiction

A collection of 55 word stories written by various bloggers.

Aditya Bidikar


The wind whipped at her face. She shivered, fingering the gun under her coat as she headed to meet the werewolf, to kill it.

She was the only one who could. It would not attack or hurt her, so she had volunteered.

The werewolf stood its ground. It growled at her.

“Hi Daddy,” she said.


There was once a human head for sale.

A comb sat beside it. They talked.

“What sex were you?” the comb asked.

“I don’t remember. I have nothing to look down at. Have I a moustache?”

“I don’t have eyes.”

“Let’s ask the shopkeeper.”

It tried to turn. Then it realised it couldn’t talk either.


The little girl was looking out the half-open window.

Warm sunshine, filtered through glass, caressed her shoulder.

She pointed a lone cloud out to no one in particular.

A hawk circled overhead, casting a faint shadow on the pallid ground.

The murmur of two voices behind her became shouts.

Outside, the wind went whoosh!

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