Five Sentence Fiction - Faeries

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. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.
This week: FAERIES

The sun was just beginning to come up and I could feel the warmth of the protruding light bouncing off of my sleepy face. I awoke to a buzzing sound, an annoying throbbing vibration that circled around my head in many different directions left me feeling dizzy, sick to my stomach even, which put me in a mood of confusion and frustration. I began to swap my hand around, trying to keep the unknown creature from flying into my face. The pixie like fairy suddenly stopped hovering over my body and began to look directly at me as if she had something important to say. I began to look at her with more detail, tracing each wing with my eyes, and watching the loose bright orange glitter from her wings sprinkle specs of magic onto my bed sheets.

Five Sentence Fiction - Medicine

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. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.
This week: MEDICINE

I stood there in the gloomy and frigid hospital room, watching with troubled eyes, wondering if this was going to be the day that my son would die. Life and death would take place at the same time in this room, I was sure of it. I could not move; my legs were numb and cemented into the center of the square designed floor, but my eyes stayed glued to my little boy, whom was still grasping his toy truck that had become his new favorite obsession. The ticking sound of the bland clock that was behind me was beginning to keep me in a daze; I was brought back to the sound of my son telling me that he needed me. It was in that precious moment of life and death, that I understood that no matter what the color or shape of the pill he took for his illness, I was his prescription of choice.

Five Sentence Fiction - Lost

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. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.
This week: LOST

It was just a few minutes after midnight and I knew that I had to vanish, escape, and lose myself into the September night air. My skin glowed a silky pale blue, almost as if the moon’s reflective light was seeping into my veins. I kneeled down in the lowlands, keeping my distance from the group of men on the hill and I began to scream with silent fear, feeling as though I could get wound up in the barbed wire fences or worse, caught by the men who held me captive. The moon stayed with me, sending me a luminous light of comfort as I prayed to the Gods to turn me into an invisible woman; by then, I heard a soft whispering voice telling me to run North. It was him; a loveable man whom I had watched from my days working in the muddy fields.

Five Sentence Fiction - Orange

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. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.

FSF this week: ORANGE.

The African sky seemed to slip off into two different dimensions; one with an amber color slicing through a gold amulet of fortune, and the other half carrying a vast amount of heartache and lust. I could see that the clouds were holding heavy raindrops full of grief, remorse, even a belly full of desire. I captured the moment on camera, keeping the two pigments of color side by side. It was a moment of life and death, happiness and sorrow, desire and loneliness, all wrapped up in a golden, amber charm. I came to an understanding that we as humans experience the same split of joy and pain, and I realize that within the confusion of the divided parts of us, there lies beauty.