1. They cheered as he descended from the heavens. A grand entrance for their champion! “Owen! Owen!” they screamed.

He raised his hand to wave. He would finally come out of his brother’s shadow.

He heard something snap. It was his last conscious thought.

“Death by blunt chest trauma” – announced the medic. “Owen Hart is dead.”

2. The office party was in full swing. She sat in a morose silence, oblivious to her drunk coworkers and they squeals of joy.

“Ready?” he asked her. “Does it matter?” she replied, taking the mike in her hands. She looked down at the paper in her hands. It was a list of names titled “Redundancies”.

3. She smiled as the memory of her piano concert came flooding back into her head. “Once in a generation genius” – the press had tagged her. “Everything will be okay, we are here now,” she heard her father’s reassuring voice.

She slid into consciousness. She was struck speechless as her eyes fell on her amputated arms.

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Not particularly good, but not too shabby either for a first (few) attempt(s) at 55-fiction. I seem to be shockingly good at writing 56-fiction. Every attempt went to exactly 56 words when I finished, after which many words were cut and sentences were rewritten. I was thinking about titling this “55 fiction : When Bad Shit Happens to Good People“, but decided against it – I dont need to explicitly state it. Parts II and III and so forth will probably be on themes like “KLPD”, “The vagaries of fate”, “aliens”,  “FML”, etc

-> Badrinath.S

P.S. : I decided to start writing depressing 55-fiction as it seemed so easy. Just so many possible endings – death, loss of limbs, loss of jobs, loss of mental faculties, loss of money, etc

P.P.S. : Now for the credits section. Two blogs on blogroll – this one and that one.

P.P.P.S. : Dont bother counting the words. I made sure they came to 55