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FSF - Time

Its been a long time since I participated in Five Sentence Fiction (see sidebar) but today is the day. The prompt is Time...

With each tick of the clock she grew more anxious and her composure threatened to falter. It had been almost 24 hours since her daughter had been home. The police had said they could do nothing for 24 hours and she had sat poised on the edge of the sofa, phone in hand, ready to call the police as soon as that last second ticked by. Her mind had been trying to imagine every possible scenario and she had built a blockade to prevent her from imagining the worst. With 15 minutes left until she could call again, the doorbell rang, she smiled and breathed a sigh of relief as she rushed to the door and flung it open already mentally preparing the lecture she would give her daughter, what she never expected was to see two police officers standing there.
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Five Sentence Fiction: Flawed

I nearly forgot that today was FSF day!

Here is my contribution :)


Tonight was THE night.
In the past she had always chickened out but tonight nothing was going to stand in her way.
He wouldn’t know what hit him she thought, as she smoothed the silk gown over her hips and carefully placed her feet into the crystal slippers, he didn’t stand a chance when she looked this good.
Entering the ballroom from the side entrance, she could see him talking to one of her ugly sisters – ugh! – this Prince was hers and she was going to show everyone.
She grabbed the nape of his neck, closed her eyes and kissed him as her stomach performed a million somersaults, she opened her eyes “Buttons!”
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Five Sentence Fiction: Detour

Sleeping, silent, a gentle purr, Curled up, so small, a ball of Fur.
Listening, alert, a familiar sound, Footsteps, padding along the ground.
Paused, still, not even a flicker, Eyes dart, mind whirrs, which way is quicker.
Glaring, a look, the window is shut, How to escape that dastardly mutt.
Jumping, up high, to the top of the fridge, A shelf, on the wall, that serves as a bridge.
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Five Sentence Fiction: Coincidence

So a quick scan of past prompts for Five Sentence Fiction has me choosing 'Coincidence' to continue the mini rom-com date.

He looked at her directly in the eyes and she glared back.

It was at that moment that she saw the corners of his mouth start to curl up, his eyes twinkled as his shoulders began to shake, as his whole face lit up he let out the cutest of laughs from that mouth.

How could she not smile back at him, as annoyed as she was at herself for it, she laughed and shook her head in disbelief at the situation.

'So...' she said, unsure as to what they were now laughing at.

He smiled, brushed the errant strand of hair from her eyes and said 'You passed.'

 Thanks for reading!
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Five Sentence Fiction: Birthday Special

I wrote the five sentence fiction for this week and then remembered that some people are waiting for the next part of the little rom-com.

So first things first, my initial inspiration based on the theme of any previous prompts, I opted for my own choice and in honour of National Poetry Day, a little poem for Lillie.

A word. A pause. A thought. A thrill. A tale to be told.
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Five Sentence Fiction: Devotion

Check out the Five Sentence Fiction link here and join in!

So, is it going to be possible to carry on after Awkward & Zombie?


‘Sorry about that, I had something caught in my throat, ahem, wow, that’s better’ she said as she smiled up at him somewhat innocently.

‘So…you say you’re the artist? Where did you get your inspiration for this..erm..piece?’ she said as she waved her hand nonchalantly at the painting.

He snarled at her, he actually snarled at her, his lip curled up in one corner and he had a look of disdain plastered an inch thick all over his face, she knew he thought very little of her already but she was determined to salvage something of the evening and she was devoted to at least seeing it through to the bitter end.

‘the women in my life inspire me, and the everyday situations that we find ourselves in’ he practically spat at her.

‘I’m surprised you had enough for the one painting!’ she sneered back.
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Five Sentence Fiction: Zombie

When I saw the prompt for Five Sentence Fiction, I quite literally went Eek! I had thought that the 'Awkward' prompt had been difficult. But then a comment from a stitching friend (who had taken the time to pop over here to my writer-ish blog) had requested more of the story following on from the awkward post...

So I did just that..here is a link to the part that leads to this;

She stood there looking at him, part shock and part embarrassment, she knew that he was waiting for her to say something but standing there open-mouthed, head lolling and eyes unblinking, all she could muster was 'ugh, gur, erm, ig, agh...'

Come on she told herself, you can do this, just say something, anything, standing here acting like an extra from The Walking Dead is really not improving this date. 

She was surprised he hadn't just turned around and walked out already. She needed to refocus on something other than his stare that was very intent on giving her eyeballs a good pummeling.

She ti…
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Five Sentence Fiction: Awkward

When I saw this prompt, I could easily think of awkward situations - I have been in a fair few, but putting that into words just wasn't happening for me. So I haven't joined the linky, I figure that I can sneak this one under the radar, and it is likely to be closed by now ready for next weeks prompt. So, here is my contribution.

There was no air in the gallery and no noise either, it wouldn't be unreasonable to say that it was like being in a vacuum, but as she looked over at her companions face it occurred to her that she might not get a response...it looked like he had a vacuum all of his own, nicely positioned just between his ears.

When she looked back at the painting that was absorbing all his attention, its dull muted colours, gentle brush strokes and frivolous subject matter, it occurred to her in her bright blue dress and heavily made up face that this was what people meant when they said that she was 'no oil painting'.

When he spoke she nearly jumped out of …
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Five Sentence Fiction: Memories

I seem to be living inside a song at the moment as all I can think about is music. Here is my contribution to five sentence fiction on the subject of memories.
Listen or read...
She was sick to death of people taking it upon themselves to point out that she came across as a very cold stand-offish person (how bloody dare they!), and hadn't she been through enough to warrant her behavior, didn't they reailse that she was fighting every day to maintain some semblance of stability and they could get lost if they thought that would change just because they suggested it.

She sat there in the cafe with her hands wrapped around the empty mug, clinging to the warmth as it slowly faded, the warmth that she no longer had in her life, and as she looked out the window at the passers by she gave a sigh of relief that she had survived another day.

Then, with no warning she felt her body begin to shake, her face was warm and her eyes stung and she reached up to find that tears were pouring down…
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Five Sentence Fiction: VICTORY

Today the new prompt was released for five sentence fiction and I have decided to spend 10 minutes writing it, ok it was more like 5 but still.

I have definitely noticed that I have a different style than others - I tend to write quite simply and veer more towards feelings than surroundings and this is also true of my poems.

So with victory as a the prompt, can I just say...tadaa!

There was no such thing in her mind as a small victory, they were all huge, and she resented that her best friend said that there were. If it was a victory (regardless of size) then surely it needed to be celebrated and preferably with dinner and cocktails at her favourite restaurant. Had she not had to fight the urge to give up when it all seemed insurmountable? Had she not had to delve into the deepest caverns of a well hidden mental resource and manipulate herself into not giving up and achieve her target? It was a victory, a battle she had won, today she would not be late for work.


Have a great weekend!

K…
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Five Sentence Fiction: PERSEVERANCE

I missed the five sentence fiction for 'Scarlet' because I was wallowing but have now written something for 'Perseverance'.

I think I really do need to start drafting and rewriting things, but to write just something has been a real change for me and I am taking baby steps. After writing it I wondered if it counted as perseverance or determination or belief but I am leaving it up to interpretation. Hear it is:

She had dreams and aspirations that seemed as far away to her as the stars in the sky. She wanted to believe that it was possible to achieve them and she shared her dreams. They told her that she couldn't do it and that she was setting herself up to fail and she believed them. Then someone told her that she could do anything that she wanted to do with hard work and determination and she believed in herself. When she achieved everything that she set out to do with the support of that one person and that belief; they believed.



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Five Sentence Fiction: COMPOSURE

The sweat dripped off of her forehead, onto her lap, her panting began to slow and the shaking had eased, her legs were throbbing still and who knew how they would feel in the morning. 
She caught her breath, and started to remove her cardigan, she was hot and she couldn’t remember the last time that she had walked at such a pace, she had been practically running, her arms swinging, feet pounding the footpath and all in time to the thoughts racing through her mind.
When she had left her house, she was angry, upset, frustrated, disappointed and repentant, now after 45 minutes of walking like her life depended on it, her thoughts had slowed, she was less angry, more disappointed, reflective and had a brighter outlook. 
But it was still there, all that pain, confusion, hurt, it was still there, just pushed to the back, right at the back to join all those other times. 
The only evidence left was another brick in the wall that she was slowly building, the wall that kept her safe from all …
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