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Sunday, July 29, 2012

Five Sentence Fiction - Perseverance

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: PERSEVERANCE

His mouth became parched, waterless, dry from the left over silence from the day before and all he could think about was the words of passion that spilled over the pages in front of him. He was dedicated to his education but devoted to facing his fears and his classmates. Stuttering through each delicate word, he made his way through the poem - a stanza that consisted of layers of heartbreak and emotion that moved apart of him that no one would understand. He escaped the paper wads, the name calling, the unusual stares, and transformed himself into a new person - a character that spoke a language of love and lust. Here in this place, he was safe, protected by the armor of a true white knight. 

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Five Sentence Fiction - Harvest

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: HARVEST


The day seemed long and continuous, which made the warmth of the sun create an unnerving sensation that produced pellets of sweat all over my body. Luckily, the vast amount of heat  kept the memory of my excruciating pain hidden somewhere in the depths of my soul. The crops were withering away due to the extreme heat, and with a bowl of humidity lingering in the middle of September, I was still in charge of untangling the weeds and clipping the last bit of roots which remained a stiff color of brown. I did not mind taking the time to unravel a string of potatoes or radishes; it was therapeutic for me. The tangled roots reminded me of my disgruntled life and how everything appeared to be in a group of knots; however, my life was not easily untangled like a cord of radishes or any kind of vegetable, it took time, commitment, and patience to detangle a long life of unwanted ties.