Category Archives: Five Sentence Fiction

Five Sentence Fiction: Awkward

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Photograph by Lisa Shambrook (please do not use without permission)
‘Yes, b home 4 lunch soon – surprise me!’ She grinned as she reread his text and gently pulled the stocking up over her knee, smoothing it over her newly epilated legs and finally clipping its lace top to her suspender belt, yes; she was definitely going to surprise him!
Standing in front of the mirror, she tousled her hair and reapplied a generous spritz of scent before giving her ample bosom a boost and smiling seductively at her reflection. 
The doorbell chimed and she checked the candles, slipped her feet into tall heels and sashayed suggestively down the stairs. 
Licking her lips she turned the bolt and opened the door, just a little, just enough to tease, and she delicately kicked her leg and allowed the stiletto to drop in front of the gap then she slowly, to full effect, stroked her stockinged foot up the edge of the door, caressing its cold metal with pointed ballerina toes; her fingers crept round, showing off sparkling blood-red nails and she slowly opened the door wide, until she was pressed back against the wall behind it, “Please, dear Sir, this way for a tantalising lunch…” she purred.
The cough, the polite cough, from the doorstep froze her leg in place halfway up the door, and horror filled her head; blushing furiously, she peeked and recognised her elderly neighbour, “Ahem, I’ll decline, if you don’t mind, but do you have a spare cup of sugar?” 

Five Sentence Fiction: Memories

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Picture: The Last Krystallos by Lisa Shambrook (Please do not use)

The old dragon sighed and his bones ached, but he traversed the mountain on foot until he reached the end of the range; the mountains curved towards the glacier, and Kai stood, as still as the ancient rock itself. There he waited, the five hundred and fifty-seven year old dragon, making full use of his near perfect recall.
Memories spilled out over the snow and passion pounded in his heart as in his mind’s eye he saw his departed love teasing the breeze, swooping and flirting in snowstorm flurries.
He was truly grateful for his memories; for at times they were all that kept him going, and tears like huge, glistening marbles, fell as he thought of his son.
He wanted Kryos, his mighty, majestic son, to have memories, glorious memories of life and love, and his heart shattered with the knowledge that Kryos was the last Krystallos.

Five Sentence Fiction: Faces

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Photograph by Lisa Shambrook (please do not use without permission)
Time was moving fast, with no thought for anyone or anything.
She sat, an anonymous face amongst hundreds of commuters, her heart beating like the train pulling into the station. 
There was nothing she could do, exhaustion and fatigue not only lined her features, but incapacitated her tense muscles too, she couldn’t move and they were coming. Another glance at the clock and time was up, and from the corners of her eyes she could see them coming, like wasps swarming.
She rolled the capsule under her tongue, licked her lips, and moved the pill between her teeth; time was gone…and she bit down hard.

Made it just in time this week…now to get back into a routine after the Summer Holidays!

Five Sentence Fiction: Blush

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Photograph by Bekah and Lisa Shambrook (please do not use without permission)

Pete was half way up the steps with his motorbike helmet tucked under his arm. He glanced back and waited for Jen. Jen struggled with the chinstrap on her helmet and he moved back to her and unfastened it. Jen lifted the helmet off and self-consciously touched her hair. Pete leaned close and whispered in her ear, Jen blushed and Pete grinned.

Five Sentence Fiction: Night

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Photograph by Lisa Shambrook (please do not use without permission)

The streets were bare, not even a fearless cat stalked the highway of fences and walls that stretched across town. Nobody peered through windows but instead hid behind a heavy curtain or beneath a duvet’s shroud.
The moon struggled to shine through the dense cloud and even candles fought to stay alight in the damp, cold gloom.
Night had fallen, days ago, her velvet indigo stretching her blanket across the world and the talk, the wonder, the fascination with the unusual was now gone replaced by quiet fear.
Night’s talons now pinned the earth in its place and she had no intentions of letting go…

Five Sentence Fiction: Victory

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Photo By Lisa Shambrook (Please do not use)

She crouched uncomfortably on her knee, resting against the cot, its bars now imprinted on her cheek, one hand gently stroking soft baby hair and her finger tightly embraced within her baby’s tiny fist.
Her son’s thumb had found its way into his mouth and a quiet suckling broke the silence in the dark.
She held her breath and very, very delicately extricated her finger from his sleeping grasp, then slid her arms out through the bars as carefully as if they were laser beams, and slowly, very slowly rose to her feet.
Her creaking knees made her grimace and pause for a split second as the crunch echoed throughout the exhausted corridors of her mind, but she backed cautiously out of the room and pulled the bedroom door to.
She barely breathed as her ears listened for the tiniest of sounds, and as silence reigned she softly let out her breath and punched the air!

Five Sentence Fiction: Perseverance and Visual Dare: Above

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I had trouble with both words this week, so decided to combine them: Lillie Mcferrin’s Five Sentence Fiction: Perseverance and Anonymous Legacy’s Visual Dare #15 Above The picture comes from The Visual Dare prompt:
Five Sentence Fiction: Perseverance:

When he got down on one knee – in the balloon – I grinned, this was it, this beat anything he’d tried before, the mountains rose around us and I grasped my hands together in excitement.
“Will you…will you do me the honour…” he paused and I watched his Adam’s apple rise and fall in a huge gulp and this time I felt his pain, all the times I’d said no came streaming back and I felt genuine sorrow for the many times I’d hurt him in rejection.
I joined him on my knees and took his hands in mine, and the basket embraced us hiding all the grandeur.
I no longer needed the mountains, or the vista, or even the damned balloon, all I needed was him.
“Yes,” I didn’t need to hear the question this time, “Yes, yes, yes, I’ll marry you!” and this time his smile meant more to me than the highest mountain, more to me than anything.

Visual Dare #15: Above:

When I went down on one knee, I managed to squeeze out the words, “Will you…will you do me the honour…” I swallowed hard not sure whether another rejection was even bearable at this height. I stared into her eyes trying to will the proposal to leave my dry throat, but she sank to her knees and grabbed my hands, and suddenly I saw what I’d been searching for this whole time. The love in her eyes shone as she accepted and my reflection in her eyes was more beautiful than all the mountains reflecting in the lake below. “Yes.”

(100 Words)

Five Sentence Fiction: Scarlet

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He watched as she leaned nonchalantly against his blue, wooden box, a smile playing on her crimson lips as she listened, and he unwittingly ran his fingers through his dishevelled hair, “It’s just that I had it in my head that our meeting would be patriotic…the Ood prophecy was always in my mind when I thought of what, sorry, who you would be, and that white, military coat of yours,” he reached forward and tapped one of her smart, silver buttons, “will suffice, and you’re leaning against the bluest thing here…”
Her smile grew wider as she felt the Tardis, warm against her back.
“But red, we have nothing red, nothing to achieve the patriotic trio, red, white and blue!” he paused and sighed, “nothing red.”
Her grin broadened, “Ask me, Doctor…ask me my name.”
His shoulders rose questioningly as did his eyebrows and she placed a finger delicately on his lips, “I’m Scarlett.”

http://lilliemcferrin.com/five-sentence-fiction-scarlet/

Five Sentence Fiction: Composure

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Photograph by Bekah Shambrook (please do not use without permission)

My heart pounds and the pit that was once my stomach is now a void filled with roiling dread and churning fear. My throat is as dry as gunpowder. Tremors find their way into my cold, clenched hands and fingernails carve crescents into the base of my palms. Irregular breaths and heart-beats compound my panic, and my legs threaten to give ignoring my desperate need to flee, and a seething black ball of tension swallows my mind, and the voices urge me to bolt, to run, to abscond before my entire being implodes…
My eyes dart, searching for escape, but every route is blocked and she approaches, that gaze of concern etched upon her features…and before she has a chance to ask, I reply with a smile worthy of the stage, “I’m fine.”

Five Sentence Fiction: Pirates

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The word for Five Sentence Fiction this week is: Pirates and if anyone remembers my Faerypin entry: Waiting, (Please read for full story) they’ll know there’s a pirate story still to be told: This is the conclusion…

Pirates of the Caribbean – On Stranger Tides movie poster
He promised to return; he left his gun and blade and she said she’d wait, and as his ship sailed, he watched her standing alone on the shore, wishing he was holding her cheek to his, her salty hair shining with a halo of gold against the rising sun and her skirts, heavy with broad leaf weed, hiding her new, long legs, still shimmering with reminiscent scales…
Unhurried, his ship traversed the waves, the ocean slapping her wooden hull, and he watched as she disappeared behind the cliffs; one last quest and he’d be hers.
As he stepped away from the bulwark his feet froze as her voice, clear and pure rose over the boom of the sea…her song, keen and true…and tears slipped down his weathered face as his band of buccaneers paused, unable to bear his siren’s song.
He could never resist the plaintive call of his lover and moments later the depths had claimed the hearts of all and his boat lay abandoned in the neighbouring cove.
For years she would wait…and sing…until the day the waiting deep would welcome her return.