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What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week Lillie McFerrin will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word.

The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.

This week’s word: Waiting. And for some reason it made me think of the farmers in central parts of Australia as they wait or the rains to come.


Hat jammed on his head he leaned on the old fence.

In the distance he could see the storm gathering but would it come this far.

Stooping he picked up a handful of the dirt at his feet, it crumbled to dust in his hands.

Without the rains every thing would die, but he couldn't control nature.

He went back to leaning on the fence.

FSF- Luminous

What it's all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week Lillie McFerrin posts a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word.

The word does not have to appear in your sentences, just use it for direction.

This weeks word is luminous.


The glow was hardly noticeable at first. A tiny pinprick of light that broke through the darkness.

As it came closer it seemed to move. Flitting like the proverbial will o' the wisp.

Gradually becoming a luminescence that dazzled the eyes.


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FSF- Secure

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What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week Lillie McFerrin will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word.

The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.


This weeks word is Secure.

The first howl took her by surprise. Startled she glanced at the window, only to realise the sun had already set.

Nearly falling in her haste she ran to lock the front and then the back doors. Heart pounding with fear, how could she have been so stupid as to loose track of the time.

Trembling, she backed slowly away from the back door she watched as the knob slowly turned.

My Writing

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The last FSF I did was using the word Marriage as a prompt. At the time this story popped into my head but I had to keep it to the five lines. Since then the story has been swirling around my head wanting to get out. So here we are:

"We're still married!" Stan grinned an ear to ear grin at me.

"No we are not" I ground out through gritted teeth, so angry all I could see was red. "It's to death do us part, and we are dead". Stan's grin just got wider.

"But don't you remember, I got you to leave that line out". I did remember that, at the time I hadn't thought much of it as I was so busy planning our upcoming wedding.

"Why did we leave it out?" I really wanted to rant and rave at him but was holding on to my temper by a thread. Maybe it was the shock of waking up and finding myself here, where ever the hell here was, but while I knew I was dead I was having trouble accepting it.

"Isn't it obvious? By leaving it out once we died it meant we were still married and I could keep you with me here". His hand did a vague wave around him and finally I let myself look around.

We were in a large stone chamber, flames danced on the walls while the floor looked like water. Experimentally I stamped my foot, definitely not water. Slowly I reached out to the nearest wall., jumping when Stan grabbed my outstretched hand.

"Where are we?".

"Home. Well my home anyway. Your home too now. Careful of the walls though, they're real". I stared at him, waiting for the words to come, to explain where the hell I was and what was going on. Since I wasn't showing any signs of another outburst Stan waved his hands again and announced

"Welcome to Hell".

"We really are dead?". Stan nodded, enthusiastically, too enthusiastically for me. With a soft sigh I passed out.

FSF- Human

                               

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What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week Lillie McFerrin posts a one word inspiration, and then anyone wishing to participate writes a five sentence story based on the prompt word.

This weeks word is Human.

I crept through the shadows, moving as slowly as possible, not sure I had really smelled the scent.

But there again, a wisp came to my nose, a spicy earthy sent that I hadn’t smelt for years.

Cautiously I peered around a corner and finally caught sight of my prey.

Slipping along the path in front of me was a creature that was almost a legend here.

A human!

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Now I have to admit that sometimes I find it hard to keep a story to five sentences, so sometimes I will let my imagination run wild.

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A human here! Heart thundering I ducked back before it could see me. But how had it come to be here? Ever since the Sundering my world had been free of the creatures. Free of the taint that they had brought to our worlds magick, free of their destructive ways.

Destroying the great forests as they cut the trees for buildings, digging huge holes in the landscape, mining for precious ores and metals. Those that had the gift could feel the earth as it screamed and finally they did something. All of those that had magick had used this to separate the world of humans from the world of the people.

Since then we had thrived, mostly peacefully, but thrive we had. And our world had regained that that it had lost. But now there was a human wandering the city, my city.

This could only be bad.

Afraid to let it out of my sight but knowing that I needed to give a warning I gathered my courage together. Peering once more around the corner I realised that in my moment of shock I had lost it. Cursing I ran.

FSF- Determination

                       
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What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week Lillie McFerrin will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.

This weeks word is Determination.

The plant was only tiny, hanging onto its crack for dear life. Clinging to the start it had and determined to continue its very existence.

Elle did not know whether to laugh or cry at the futility of it all.

The plants very existence was against all the odds, surrounded by stone, baked by the sun, who knows how much rain it got. But still it clung to life.

Elle realised this was th esign that she had ben looking for, it was time to get on with her life.

FSF- Flowers

                                   
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What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week Lillie McFerrin will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.

This weeks prompt is Flowers.

She smelt them first, a sweet scent that permeated through the house, before she even reached the front door.Dropping her keys onto the nearest table she followed the trail.

Flowers filled every room and overflowed on every available surface. At last she came to her bedroom, here the only surface not filled with flowers was her bed.

Too late did she listen to her instincts which were screaming flee, over and over at her. 

FSF- Beauty

                           
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What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week Lillie McFerrin will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.

This weeks prompt is Beauty. (I know I am a little late).

"Oh my God!!!!". Leslie screamed, the sound punctuated by the crash of falling timbers. Eric winced.

"You are completely out of your mind," Leslie yelled at him. "This place is falling down around our ears".

And she was right. The cottage was over a hundred years old, and had been neglected for most of them by the look of it. The timbers were rotting or just gone, with only the framework in places. With a huge grin Eric turned to her,

"Well they do say Beauty is in the eye of the beholder".

My Writing- End of Days

                              
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One of the things that I am hoping to do more of here is put short stories, or story ideas etc here. Sometimes I find that an idea nags at me for weeks until I write it down, sometimes I forget them a lot quicker. I really wish I had taken to jotting down notes of ideas before this.

I hope you enjoy and all comments are welcome.


                                                            End Of Days

In all the religious texts of the world the End of Days was always going to be a loud explosive time. A time that let everyone know that the end was coming, yet if you think about it, gave us all time to repent our sins and gain forgiveness.

But that wasn't what happened at all.

The End came with no warning at all, and when it did.

It was quiet!

Deadly quiet, the quiet of sleep. And that's exactly what happened. All around the world people stopped what they were doing, put their heads down and went to sleep.

For all that it was quiet, people still died. Though no where in the numbers that had been foretold. Most of those that died were the elderly and the sick, though people unlucky enough to be having surgery died during that.

Time passed while we all slept, but no one has ever been able to work out how long the sleep last for. All we do know for certain is that when we woke the world was different.

Very very different.


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