Premonition – Five Sentence Fiction

November 1, 2013freyathewriter 4 Comments

It’s time for my latest offering to Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction, a weekly prompt where there is no word limit, just a limit on the number of sentences. Plus, although she provides a word prompt, it is just for direction only – you don’t have to include the word itself in your contribution.

This week, the prompt is – ERASED.

Do let me know what you think of my offering below – and whilst you’re at it, why not take a look at everyone else’s offerings (I’m sure they’ll be fabulous), and even give it a go yourself…

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– Premonition –

I have a recurring nightmare of faceless men pursuing me until I jolt awake, my skin crawling with fear.

They are like the wind, gaining on me whilst my legs turn leaden and my lungs burn.

It’s only a bad dream, I have consoled myself, hunting for the patch of bedclothes not soaked in cold fear, curling up against the night, willing myself to find calmer waters.

Tonight, at last, they have found me – I can feel their cold breath raising the hairs on my flesh as they pull me from my slumber.

I am The Prophet and living is my curse.

Lillie McFerrin Writes

Little Pitchers – Friday Fictioneers

October 30, 2013freyathewriter 26 Comments

Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!

Copyright - Douglas M. MacIlroy

Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

– Little Pitchers –

“Mu-uuuum!”
“Yes, Robbie?”
“How do they do it?”
“What? Look, stop pushing your sister!”
“But Mu-uuuum!”
“Is this another of your school projects?”
“Yes! It’s important!”
“Go on, then…”
“How do they breathe?”
“Through their mouths, just like we do – stop pushing your sister!”
“But they have those funny things on the side of their heads – I don’t know what they’re for…”
“Ask your father when he gets back – he’ll know. Look! They’re throwing the food in!”
“But Mu-uuuum?”
“For goodness sake! Ears – they’re called ears. And they’re for hearing with. Up you pop, mouth open wide – well done, Robbie!”

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Cold – VisDare 43

October 28, 2013freyathewriter 10 Comments

Here’s my latest offering for Anonymous Legacy‘s photo-inspired prompt, VisDare. This week’s prompt word is ‘Memory’. The rules are simple:

150 words – or less.

Post entry to your blog and “link in”.

(Please – no erotica or graphic violence.)

DON’T FORGET to read and comment on others’ entries!!

The photo is below, and my piece follows. Let me know what you think, and give it a go yourself, why not?

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– Cold –

“What is it?”

“They called it a butterfly.”

“And what did it do?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, everything must have a use.”

“Is that what you’ve been learning in classes?”

“Everything in this life must have at least one purpose.”

“… Because that is what went wrong before? Is that what they taught you today?”

“Yes, Mother. We have learned from our mistakes.”

I take one final look at the etching before closing the book – a remnant of times past. I should be pleased that my daughter is such a good student. And yet…

“Mother?”

“Yes, Lucy?”

“I will call you by your first name from now on. Sentimentality serves no purpose. Not in these times.”

“As you wish.”

I hold the book close, yearning to feel the whisper of butterfly wings on my face, just one more time.

My daughter is as cold and hard as stone.