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Premonition – Five Sentence Fiction
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.
The Old-Fashioned Way – Five Sentence Fiction
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 – DETERMINATION.
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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– The Old-Fashioned Way –
I stare at the blank screen, cursing the cursor as it flashes at me, mocking – you have no words, you have no words.
Rearranging my cup of coffee on the table doesn’t help, although it’s a distraction, momentarily.
I can feel the ticking of the clock behind me on the wall – is it getting louder?
My notebook and pen appear in my hands (how did that happen?) and a wave of comfort washes over me.
I switch off the computer, and begin to write.




