Five Sentence Fiction

Bedtime Battles

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Five Sentence Fiction –This week’s word: BEDTIME

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one-word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word.

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“Mommy! I need some water.”

“Jeremy, you had water fifteen minutes ago; go to sleep.”

“Mommy! I’m scared, there’s something under my bed.”

“There is nothing under your bed; go to sleep.”

She lifted the covers, “Just this once,” she said, slipping under the

covers and pulling him close; “Tomorrow you go bed like a big boy.”

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Safe Surrender

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Five Sentence Fiction:  This week’s word: ABANDON

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one-word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word.      

Barbara stood shivering from the cold night air and stared at the small light glowing in the fire station’s window. She hesitated, what if they didn’t hear her ring?

Tears spilled down her cheeks  as she moved toward the door, hugging the blanket tight against her chest. With trembling hands, she pinned the note to the front of the tiny bundle, snuggled the bag of meager necessities against him, rang the bell, then slipped into the darkness.

“Dear son, I love you and please know, I did not abandon you, but from a place of love chose to give you a better life.”

Forever your mom,

Barbara

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Sweet Cheeks

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gstatic imagesSweet Cheeks 

He leaned in, face contorted in anger, “You crazy, spoiled ass bitch,” sprinkling the table in spit, “If you think I’m gonna let you drain me dry, you better think again.”

Her brow perked in amusement, “You don’t have anything to say about it, Sweet cheeks,” glancing at his butt, “That is what she called you, right?”

He stepped back in a huff, pushing his hand through his hair, “I told you it didn’t mean anything, and I’m offering you a good settlement. Take the damn thing and let’s get this over and done.”

She turned, brushing her hand through the air as if shooing away an annoying fly, “Not interested, I’ll take my chances with the Judge, Sweet Cheeks.”

 

Lillie McFerrin Writes, ‘Five Sentence Fiction –This week’s word: OFFERING

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one-word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word.

Magic Bullet Smoothie

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Five Sentence Fiction –  What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word.

This week’s word: FRESH

IMG_3367Kara thrust the cup out to her husband, “Come on honey, it’s a smoothie with all your favorite fresh fruits; just one taste.

He  stepped back, waving the cup away. “Fruit my ass; I saw that pile of green stuff in the bottom and that slime ain’t crossing these lips,” he said, clamping his mouth closed like a two-year-old refusing medicine.

“I promise it tastes better than it looks and Doc Griffin’s gonna be thrilled when your cholesterol falls outta the heart attack range.”

  “I might need a magic bullet,” he’s said through clenched lips, “but that ain’t it; I’ll take my chances.”