Five Sentence Fiction - Night

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: NIGHT

This is completely fictitious. I do not have any children, but I long to have them someday. :) 

It was late in the evening, just before the sun began to set when I realized she was playing the violin again. The dissonance was unsteady and harsh, but I could hear that she was trying, picking up the pace with each strike of the instrument. She achieved her tone and began to play a piece that reminded me of pirates taking charge and rummaging through hand made treasure chests in search of valuable jewels. The music began to take a shift, as well as my creative story of a pirate’s life. The smooth, delicate sound ceased to a calm movement in my fairy tale, making me paint the waves of an ocean reaching for fine grains of sand; that was when I came to the conclusion that my daughter was a musical artist. 

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. 

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.

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.

Five Sentence Fiction - Foggy

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: FOGGY

The morning sun shone through the kitchen glass window, creating rays of holy light that bounced off of her blonde locks. Her coffee was brewing and the aroma of the rich coffee beans surrounded her as she walked out onto her porch to pick up the newspaper. Freshly cut green grass stretched out before her, soaking up the last bits of dew that remained in the early March mornings. Suddenly, she found herself back in her bed, wakening from the sounds of the doctor’s prognosis. It was unclear to her, a vague conversation that she overheard clarifying to her family that she is paralyzed from the waist down.

Five Sentence Fiction - Sombrero

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: SOMBRERO




I watched her weave the colors delicately as she whispered a hymn about lost souls. She started with the color blue , an indigo color that reminded me of a new spring sky. With her needle in one hand and the colorful threads in the other, she began to create a masterpiece of wonder; a hat that would eventually travel all over the world, telling stories about the unknown. I could only sense that she wished she were traveling with the hat, for her hands were overused and her eyes needed different surroundings. Her life had been confined to a dust bowl of poverty and her way of surviving was to thread the colors of the rainbow onto a hat.

Five Sentence Fiction - Explosive

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: EXPLOSIVE


We had been running all evening, getting tangled in weeds, and fighting the mosquitoes that seemed to latch on to our skin. Nothing could slow us down, for we knew that the bombs that lay dormant underground were surrounding us. The deafening sound of explosions were everywhere and my heart felt weak with the thought of running another mile. We had no choice; the world was floundering and we had to find a way to escape. I let my spirit animal guide me through the forest and I began to draw an imaginary map that led me to finding a key.

Five Sentence Fiction - Tears

I am back from hibernating!! I have sadly haven't had the creative juice flow inside of me for awhile, as well as the time. I am glad to be back in the wonderful blogging world! This week's FSF is not my best work, but it's more about the emotion that is behind it.


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: TEARS

The day was lengthy and hot – so muggy the trees in the forest could no longer breathe. The little girl went wandering in the woods to find some shade – a place of comfort and peace. Suddenly, the serene place was full of screams – trees falling, branches breaking; nothing but the sound of pain was echoing through the leaves. She heard people laughing with great strength and felt a deep sadness grow inside of her as if she were a tree herself. The roots that were plucked from the earth were now being removed from her.

Five Sentence Fiction - Scorching

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: SCORCHING

The bright flickering stars that held onto the night sky was fading with each tick of the noisy clock that was inside of my brain. A light formed beneath the earth and began to rise with force - expanding each ray as if it were a bird stretching its wings. I knelt down on the grassy marsh and waited for the immense object to grow and splash its searing heat across my body. I embraced the blistering sun; waiting for it to melt the earth and transform the planet to gray ash. Earth had thrived once and was a sanctified home for plants and animals, but its death was nearing a countdown due to the destruction caused by mankind.

Five Sentence Fiction - Wicked

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: WICKED




His blue eyes gave way to a mischievous personality; a man with a crooked sense of humor. When we were teenagers, his motives were innocent enough, but eventually it progressed into something sinful. Somehow, I still felt drawn to him - like the atoms and molecules that make up me were automatically stitching my heart to his. My mind kept wandering off into another dimension - an alternate universe of playful lust, and then I heard the concrete words roll from his tongue and out his mouth. I repeated the unrecognizable vocabulary in my mind and sunk into a pool of reality; he was married.

Zanny

Write on Wednesdays: ZanyZany, adj.
amusingly unconventional or idiosyncratic.

This week, try to find the zany in your life, or just create the zany in someone else's. Feel free to write a fictional quirky character, or take inspiration from your own life. Wherever the prompt takes you, a letter, poem, song, anything you feel like writing. Keep your post on the short side: up to 500 words OR a 5 minute stream of consciousness exercise. Link your finished piece to the list and begin popping by the other links to enjoy others writing. The linky will be open from Monday to Friday.



I went a different route with this prompt than usual. I tried my hand at a children's story - sort of! Ha ha! Thanks to Claire for taking over WoW this week!

The peas and mashed potatoes lay untouched as the old man examines his surroundings. Sunlight peeps through the cream colored sheer curtains and bounces off the silverware that fills the table. He sighs as the reflection of the light blinds him with uncertainty. He waits.

The sunlight diminishes as the peas grow colder and the mashed potatoes mold into a clay like formation. A drink is unnecessary for him; it takes the taste and the desire out of the particles in the food.

His eyes began to widen with eagerness as the sun went to sleep. Rays of pink and bright orange filled the evening sky, but there was still something that was missing. The untouched food was beginning to fill the room with unwanted smells. Still, the elder man fixated on the tranquil scene in front of him.

Suddenly, he let out a gasp of air. Excitement ran through his veins and filled his heart with joy.
“Okay, it’s time! You can have your dinner!” The old man bellowed.

Out from behind his chair popped a grizzly looking creature. Maybe a bear? Maybe a wolf? It was something peculiar with hair growing out of its body and fingernails as long as the kitchen table.

The creature flopped in the chair beside his elder friend and ate everything but the kitchen itself. Even the fork and spoon was gone.
“Could you at least leave me the silverware?” The elder man said with a chuckle in his voice.

Five Sentence Fiction - Tattered

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: TATTERED




The bitterness of the winter made its way to her bare feet. She sat in the soggy ground that carried a stench of dead animals and decaying wood - inhaling each smell as she fanaticized a room filled with exotic foods. Snowflakes began to fall and fill her ratted clothes with wetness and fury. Her teeth chattered with noise so piercing that ice-cycles broke repeatedly from the weak tree limbs. The wolves of the night circled around the fragile creature, helping her understand that they were offering their fur for warmth and security.

Five Sentence Fiction - Enchanted

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: ENCHANTED

It was mid-afternoon when I was captivated by a scene of exotic life. A family of deer was trotting along the side of the winding road - basking in the glow of the lethargic sunlight. Their tender ears twitched with confusion and disappointment; never meeting their famished needs. Nourishment seemed to be the original necessity for these creatures, but a delicate place of tranquility was their appetite. Muffler sounds of old trucks and motorcycles that blazed with anger kept them wanting a peaceful environment.

Field of Dreams

The Write on Wednesday Spark: Small expectationsAs I am thinking about education and learning, kindergarten and university, I have taken this week's writing exercise from one of my early childhood books. It is an activity I do with small children and one that always inspires so I thought it would be fun to see what the exercise inspires in adults. So, your prompt is: Imagine yourself as tiny as your thumb.Where would you live? What would you do?

I twisted the prompt a tiny bit and wrote a nonfiction piece about my life as a seven year old. I will admit ahead of time, nonfiction is NOT my best attribute, but I do love having a challenge. :)

I sat in a field of enchanting dreams; soaring grasses from Jack and the Beanstalk to lost buttons from a bear named Corduroy. The sunlight bounced off my skin, creating a blanket of everlasting warmth. I was seven; a child of nature’s imagination. Poetic stanzas grew tall within my mind as if it were Wordsworth himself whispering words of wisdom to me.

 I formed a devotion to nature, to life, and to imagination. Rocks were painted with colors of uncertainty and created with a personal canvas that told stories of Indian tribes. Leafs were also sacred in my world. I wanted to savor the veins that once seeped water pellets through the spine of the tree. I pressed each leaf into a journal and kept the memory alive.

Kickball was my sport of choice. Pushing each muscle that formed between my thigh and leg, I made sure the ball was nowhere in sight. The grasses of the field scratched the surface of my legs each time the ball rolled towards my position. I would come home with marks of love from the grasses embracing my legs.

The field of dreams also carried a night life of music. I waltzed with the sounds of crickets and katydids that were speaking a fresh language of affection. The stars of the night told stories of souls that found peace in another life.  I felt home; safe in the arms of the tall grasses and the faraway music of the night. I go there in my dreams, remembering each delicate detail that encouraged me to write and imagine.

Five Sentence Fiction - Yearning

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: YEARNING

The midnight air filled the vacant streets with silence – a word that had become a part of her. She stumbled through the gloomy pathways and found herself gazing up at a map of constellations. With one finger pointing up, she traced the miniature stars – imagining them as her lover’s face. The brighter stars were her lover’s eyes; a stare that she longed to see. She reached her fatigued arms higher into the speckled sky and whispered “I am with you.”

A Letter

The Write on Wednesday Spark: Dear...This week's writing exercise is to write a letter. Write an open letter or write to someone more specific. Write a letter between two fictional characters or write a letter into a fictional piece you are already working on. Think  about how differently you write depending upon who you are writing to. Your content in an open letter may differ to content in a private letter.

I am working on a sci-fi related story, so I struggled a bit with this prompt. But I tied it in with the story and came out with something unique. :)


My confusion led me to write an imaginary letter to the woman with no name. I had a vast amount of unusual questions. Minerals of compounds that formed within my brain needed a solution to this cryptic problem. I began my letter with questions, difficulties in learning things as to what it was I was supposed to see. 

You are different, unique, and angelic. I seem to bask in your glow as you promenade through the marshlands. My anger subsides when you are near, but my confusion remains with me. I want to know things - to understand who you are. You speak with silence and though I can not hear your words aloud, I feel them when your eyes dance across me. Curiosity must take you to a place that you have never been. Ask me things, for I will tell you what you want to discover.
 I too am curious. I am sealed into a womb of darkness and left without any answers. What is this place that we are building? I cannot help but wonder how I lived through the treacherous war and begin to create a new life with just silence. Where are we?

Everything that I asked within my head stirred up a mix of emotions. I began to cry and bury my head in the sands. The nightlife began to fall upon me and nothing but the waves of the ocean were heard.

Nature's Treasure

The Write on Wednesday Spark:  Possessing Beauty
Write about a collection. Write about something you or ,someone you know, collects. Think about the "why" behind the collection - why is it important to collect this particular thing? How does it make the person feel to add another piece to their collection? Is the group of objects there to be seen, to be studied or simply kept together? Write a real life story or a piece of fiction. Wherever the prompt takes you...Keep your post on the short side: up to 500 words OR a 5 minute stream of consciousness exercise. Link your finished piece to the list and begin popping by the other links. Oh, and enjoy!


The ginkgo trees were swaying profusely as the wind gusted to a more heavier tone. I couldn’t catch my breath. It was as if the wind was holding me in its arms and flying me to a fresh, untouched place. Suddenly, the elegant woman with no name appeared before me. Her elongated, flowing brown locks danced with the wind. She did not notice my fragile state of fear. Her eyes fixated on the fan like leaves as they meshed onto the ground. She delicately picked each leaf up, treating them as if they were a newborn baby.

There was a box that had been settled in the ground for quite some time. I had stumbled upon it when I was rummaging around to find nourishment. It was locked and frozen beneath the sands of time.
After the serene creature finished picking up natures offspring, she opened the box without hesitation.

The leafs were placed carefully within the entrapment. Her glowing face started to shift as she continued to run her fingers through each particle of the green plant. I could sense a bit of nostalgia from this woman. She had a longing desire of something that was unknown.
She quickly finished with the last leaf and buried the box of natures treasures. Within seconds, she vanished into thin air.

My mind raced with curiosity and then I began to appreciate the concept of this woman’s desire to rescue the leaf. Nature was delicate, a flowing piece of lace billowing in the wind; and it needed to be saved.