PROSE – CAN YOU TELL A STORY
Beneath the yellow sky, a cruel labyrinth spun like a wheel of fate. She walked alone, sand soaking her boots, the hourglass ahead pulsing with time’s breath. A crab scuttled by, indifferent. Each turn twisted deeper. She wasn’t lost—just forgotten. And in that golden light, even memory began to bleed out. Tick. Soak. Vanish.
I wrote this for Esther Clinton’s Can You Tell a Story in 55 Words?—which sounds cute until you try it. Me? I like words. Lots of them. Cutting it down to 55 felt like trying to stuff a novel into a fortune cookie. But hey, challenge accepted. Tiny story, big vibes.
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You may only have had 55 words, but wow, you’ve packed a lot in there. Gripping and atmospheric.
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Thanks, Esther
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Excellent story Mangus! Well done!!
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Thanks, Di
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This is so good! It could be the start of a science fiction story I’d sure want to read. 🙂
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Thank you. I will take a look at that
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