Anna's 4x55(:

Crane
I was stuck on solid blue. My wings stiff and angled, unable to budge an inch. Within me the folds rigid and sharp, my feathers plastered in one piece, the glossy surface glinting under the light above. The chilly wind blew the squared sheets lying next to me...And an instruction sheet on “origami cranes” (55 words WHOO!)

The million dollar question
“If I had a million dollars...” she thought, unable to continue with her next lines. There's nothing much with a million dollars anyway...you don't magically disappear or attain immortality. Well, but with the million dollars you wouldn't be stuck here as “she” and thinking of an impactful 55 fiction essay and a suitable conclusion. (55 words too!)

W.B.
Pure and white, W.B. stood tall with pride...upright- almost as straight as the wall. Everyone's gaze was fixed on him, not in mesmerization, but in sheer boredom. A yawn. “Am I that boring?” No one seemed to notice or care. Instead, ink splattered over him- red, blue, black, green. A holler. “Students! Focus now!” ( YESSSS 55!)

Future
It pulsated. Swelling, red, sharp, jutting out. She refused to accept this, but there was no stopping The Happening. It had already been done. Tears flowed down her eyes as she thought of her ruined future. “I'm really sorry...” he was remorseful. What could she do now?

She couldn't play piano with a finger injury.

(FINALLY 55:D)

Yayyyy(:

love,
Anna