Rigid – Five Sentence Fiction

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He comes and goes as he pleases – he tells me that he always has, and he intends for this to continue.

My jaw flexes and my heart burns with the impact of these words.

Words, mere words and yet they inhabit my mind, my every waking moment, my tossing and turning in the cold, lonely nights.

He knows that I know where his travels take him, and still, he continues.

He has his bread buttered both sides.

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Here is my latest entry into the lovely Lillie’s Five Sentence Fiction, where the theme this week is envy. I have linked it with the theme of my entry into Three Word Wednesday, which you can read here.

Please do visit Lillie’s blog to read, read, read some more! No two pieces will be the same…

Possessed – 3 Word Wednesday

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He can devastate me with only a look. No words are necessary.

We are intertwined, like the gossamer threads of a spider’s web. So resilient in one circumstance, so friable and delicate in another.

I do not yet have the measure of him. I am almost certain that it will be a lifetime’s work. I may not complete it in the years left to me on this earth.

My mood will plummet like the setting sun, as surely as his mood takes me down with him. He is a dark man, a man of the night’s soul, a man of the calm before the storm.

I can no more extricate myself from him, than the fly caught in the spider’s web. The more I struggle, the more fast am I caught.

It will surely hurt less if I accept my plight.

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This is my latest entry to 3 Word Wednesday, I hope you enjoy it’s darkness and menace. Please do take a look at the other offerings!

This week, the words are:

Devastate

Gossamer

Plummet

The Girl – Magpie Tales

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The Girl had given up long ago. You could see it in her eyes.

She had decided – as young girls often do when life turns on them, viper fast and twice as deadly – that self-protection was her only option.

She pulled up her drawbridge. She armed her battlements. She opted for ‘No’ when she desired ‘Yes’.

Oh, The Girl’s life was safer, alright. How could it be anything more when she had turned her back on the world? How could she take risks with her arms folded tightly across her chest and her hands clenched into tiny fists?

She looked, but she did not see. She observed and noticed nothing.

She turned inwards. She defended herself from anyone and everything.

And so, she disappeared.

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Here’s my latest entry into Magpie Tales. I don’t know why this picture of cosy winter socks took me down this road. Sometimes, the muse is slant-eyed…

Please visit Magpie Tales for more creativity – you know you want to!