Tag Fiction

One – Five Sentence Fiction

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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  – WILD.

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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– One –

They describe me as ‘feral’, talking above my head as if I’m incapable of understanding.

They treat me as if I am an imbecile, just because I don’t talk.

I’m not feral, I’m just terrified; I’ve been staring death in the face every day since… then.

I may look like a wilderchild, but I’m just a girl who got lost in the Midbar – that’s all.

I want my mum.

Lillie McFerrin Writes

The Fight – VisDare 38

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Here’s my latest offering for Anonymous Legacy‘s photo-inspired prompt, VisDare. This week’s prompt word is ‘Chase’. 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?

 

– The Fight – 

They’re too fast. There’s no way I can escape their clutches. My stomach clenches with fear, I gasp, swallow sea-water and go under, once, twice, flailing, kicking, eyes stinging against the salt.

My chest is on fire. I’m desperate to breathe, to oxygenate my lungs. Where’s the surface? What will be worse, drowning or….?

Instinct – the primeval urge to survive – pushes me to the surface and I pop up, released like a champagne cork. I drag in ragged breaths. I don’t care if they get me, I just need to breathe…

The sun shines. A lone seagull casts its shadow on the gently swelling surface. The storm has passed and they are gone. I see the lighthouse, a candy-striped speck in the distance and begin to power through the water towards it.

For the next few minutes, I can pretend that all is as it used to be.

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Full Circle – Friday Fictioneers

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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 - John Nixon

Copyright – John Nixon

– Full Circle –

This would have been The Dress. They had put away a dollar here, a few cents there, hiding them in an envelope, marking off the days until Sylvia could waltz into the shop, money fattening her purse, excitement shining in her emerald eyes.

If only they hadn’t been burgled a few days before. Her wedding dress truly had been ‘something borrowed’. And indeed, they had loved and laughed throughout their long and lucky marriage.

“Gramps! Come on in, I want you to see me in this gorgeous, vintage dress. Isn’t it darling? Grandma would have loved it!”

Indeed, she would.

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