"What a bachelor Party!" thought Paul as he slowly opened his eyes, making sure light wouldn't increase the pain in his shrunken brain head.
He briefly wondered what he would tell his fiance, until he realized the hotel room they had last night didn't have bars on the windows, or plastic sheets on the bed.
"Where is it?" screamed Mike, digging violently through the closet.
"I don't know!" Tasha replied, quickly hiding it in her jeans. Top desk drawer, where she knew it would be.
"I said he wouldn't tell me. Now we have nothing but a corpse!"
"But I need two." thought Tasha, hiding the knife behind her back.
For anybody who wasn't seen the books, 55 word stories are just that. Stories that are just 55 words (excluding the title) no more, no less. Why 55 words? I have no idea, but they are fun to write if you just have a small story idea, and can be surprisingly difficult to write. If you'd like to learn more about 55 word stories, check out Google, because really, I'm not sure it's my job to do all your research for you.
And thank you to Not Worth Mentioning for making me blog of the day. If you found me from there, welcome, have a look around and follow. If you haven't been over there, go check him out. And look, I even provided a link this time.