55 word fiction

A collection of 55 word stories written by various bloggers.

Panu

In the dead of the cold night, the clock strikes twelve times. The beautiful bodies crush against each other as they toss, turn, tremble with the mazy motion, and twist and twine against each other. The roof is painted red, and they look at it and scream... "The roof, The roof, The roof is on fire....... Burn, Burn Burn!!!...."
And a pair of eyes watch them... This too shall pass, somehow...

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