Writespiration #116 52 Weeks in 52 Words Week 20


2017 brings 52 challenges over 52 weeks.

Your challenge is to write your story using the weekly theme/prompt and write it in just 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less.

Submit your entries in the comments or on a blog post. You have until Sunday to enter.

This week I want you to continue the sentence below (the sentence doesn’t count in your 52 words).

It stared at me…


  1. This was a lot of fun 🙂 Here’s my entry:

    It stared at me.

    Judging. Assessing. Cataloguing every weak spot as its hazel gaze swept over me. Those eyes seemed to smirk as I raised my chin ever so slightly.

    Light slashed across its features, making it seem more intense in its stillness.

    As I braced myself for an attack, my reflection calmly stared back.

  2. I thought you had me there. How would I write a poem based on such a prompt? Here is what I came up with. I called it “A matter of life and death”:

    It stared at me
    And I stared back
    I had to end it
    Terminate its life
    Before it got inside me
    And stole my breath
    I waited till its eyes closed
    And with one swift move
    Of my pencil
    I added a full stop
    As the poem breathed its last
    I was reborn
    To write again

  3. It stared at me from the jaws of my cat. I froze. With animals or feral humans it’s best to seem unthreatening. I moved slowly, off to one side, nonchalant, talking.

    ‘Good boy. Beautiful cat…’ I pounced.

    Cat pulled into my lap I opened his jaws and the mouse dived for freedom.

  4. It stared at me, a shimmering anthill of itchy expectation.

    Nature had run amuck in my pristine garden.

    The ants had moved in.

    The rats felt entitled.

    Opportunistic deer nudged the lid off the compost container and nastily masticated away as itinerant ruminants do.

    “Will it ever end?” I scream.

    “No,” answered George, my drunken neighbour.


  5. …and I stared back.
    I lost my ‘give a damn’ months ago.
    Behind bars, the only pain that used to reach me were judgments.
    But that faded long ago…
    I was a shell of oblivion. I felt nothing. I am nothing.
    So I stared back, for the moment,
    By my reflection.

  6. Lying down alone in the apartment, the storm battered the city, a deep growling voice of thunder reverberated around the building when the lights flickered then died. Lightning pulsed staccato-like. My spine tingled as I felt movement, warm breath on my ear. From my periphery, I could only see giant saucer eyes. It stared at me…

  7. I moved the green astro turf and it stared at me. The New York mouse, the angry asshole starts towards me. I run backwards screaming in fear. He may have screamed a war cry. I kicked out! He flew away dead, landing on a twist of razor wire, depressingly rotting for months.

    (I did not follow instruction very well 52 with your words =D)

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