Category Archives: Fiction

Five Sentence Fiction: Awkward

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?” 

Being a Flash Fictioneer (like a writing Musketeer…or something similar…)

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

Scribbling notes onto scrap paper, improvising stories in the playground, acting ‘spies’ in the park with my brother and creating long detailed character lists for future epics was how I spent half my childhood…drawing and reading occupied the other half!

Then I grew up and life got busy!

I continued to imagine and write, but barely more than a diary entry or shopping list…
It took years before my confidence recovered enough to allow my creative side freedom once more. When my youngest was born I began to write again creating a world of fantasy and dragons for my children, and I knew I had to let my writing develop wings of its own.

After discovering Twitter, some random follows lead me to Five Sentence Fiction with Lillie McFerrin. Over Christmas last year I read lots of entries, but wasn’t sure of blogging etiquette and whether I could just join in…I could! I threw myself in feet first with Clandestine and there it was my first ever Flash Fiction!

I got some encouraging comments, another first for my humble little blog, and I couldn’t wait for the following week’s word, hoping my ability to string together a little paragraph with a twist wasn’t just a ‘flash in the pan’ (pun intended!)
The following week gave my writing purpose and creativity.
Til then everything I’d written over ten years had been lengthy works in progress and one finished book. I hadn’t written anything short, bar occasional poetry. Five sentences had fired my brain, making me think hard and forcing me to create a whole story in nothing more than a few lines.
It made me confront structure, characters, language, nuances, metaphors and twists; I even had to brush up on grammar, though I’m no way an expert, so forgive a few semi-colons lurking where they shouldn’t!
Five sentences had me trying prose, a snapshot of a moment, a whole story and many other variations in creative writing in response to a single prompt word.

And along the way I made friends who, without knowing, built up not only my self-confidence and writing skills, but my self-worth at the same time.

When, in April, I saw many friends entering Anna Meade and Susi Holliday‘s Once Upon A Time Contest I read the entries eagerly, but didn’t think I could enter, then several bloggers asked if I was, and I suddenly realised I’d become part of a wonderfully supportive writing community, and if I believed in my writing it was time to diversify! So I entered and this adventure ended with my story being included in the Once Upon A Time: A Collection of Unexpected Fairytales book amongst authors I really admire!

Since then my Flash Fictioneering has grown, my blog has become a writer’s blog and my skills have expanded.

I’ve taken part in the Forbidden Love Bloghop hosted by LillieRuth and Janelleyearningforwonderland’s Faerytaleish Pinterest Contest with The Coat, for which I got an Honourable Mention, and Waiting; I wrote an Unzombie Tale for zombiemechanics flash fiction contest and completed Terri Long’s Blogflash2012.
I’ve written actual stories, learning how to craft and structure, I’ve learned how to cut what doesn’t matter. I’ve learned  how every word counts, especially in anonymouslegacy’s Visual Dare and jezri’s Nightmare’s 55 Word Challenge, both Angela and Lisa’s challenges show that every word makes a difference and you quickly discover what you don’t need!
These visual prompts allowed me to explore different genres and ideas and put me on the spot, 55 Words only allows 24 hours…think fast!

Becoming a Flash Fictioneer has helped me no end, there are still new prompts I want to try sweetbananaink’s Friday Night Write‘s musical prompt chief among them, though I’ve learned that right now my weekend’s are usually too busy to write! And try oneword my latest find, hit the button, see the word and you have sixty seconds to write!

So if you want to flex those creative muscles, get over to one of these sites, I shouldn’t need to prompt you now, should I?

*Note: There are other Flash Fiction sites available: glitterword’s Tuesdaytalescaramichaels Menagemonday and Donna B. McNichol’s Write4ten to name a few. If I’m missing any you love, feel free to comment below!

Visual Dare: Scattered

Scattered
Shoes lay abandoned, forsaken and forgotten. 
Once-proud, tall, glamorous heels sat beside discarded slip-ons and superfluous slippers congregated with redundant odd sling-backs. 
Velcro was unstuck, laces untied, buckles rusted and straps broken. Even thigh-high boots had lost their appeal, and thrust-aside trainers littered the pavement beside unwanted sandals. 
All sat silent and lost, except for a roller-skate which creaked forward in quiet desperation when the wind blew.
Now feet were bare and unprotected since mankind discovered the ability to defy gravity. 
He hovered, freshly appointed, wondering whether the new power of levitation stretched to the reorganisation of shoes… 
(98 Words)

55 Words #26: Fount

It wasn’t difficult to hear the rumble and hiss deep below the only vegetated patch of earth for miles, and new spirals of emerald ivy gave hope in desperate times.
The ground shook and the hydrant finally fractured…precious water spurted then gushed and the roar of the waiting crowd drowned out the thunderous fountain.

54 Words
@LastKrystallos

This is for the 55 Word Challenge. Choose a picture and write a story using no more than 100 words. See Jezri’s Nightmare’s for further entries…

Five Sentence Fiction: Memories

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.

Visual Dare: The Odd Couple

The Odd Couple
“So what happens now?” squawked the raven.
“We live…simple…” The cat shrugged. 
“And what about the old lady?” 
The cat sighed deeply. “She’s dead, of course.”
“And the horse, and the cow, and the goat, and the dog?” The raven cawed.
“…and the spider and the fly…all dead.” The cat licked his paw.
“Is it our fault? I mean, the dog would never have caught the spider…that was my job, and it was yours to catch me!”
“What can I say? We failed her.”
“Avoided her, you mean…”
The cat shrugged again. “I blame the fly…” 
(96 Words)

Five Sentence Fiction: Faces

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!

Blogflash: Day Thirty: Winning

Photograph by Bekah Shambrook manipulated by Lisa Shambrook (please do not use without permission)
Day Thirty: Winning
Flood Part Twenty-Six
The ocean retreated, military posts swelled and strengthened with every rediscovered survivor, and the reclamation effort thrived whilst encompassing feelings of both shock and joy.
“Would a rainbow be another promise?”
“For what dear?”
“Not to flood again…”
“God forbid!”
Golden skies threw diamond sparkles over the sea and a path of light across the sand.
“Come then sweetheart…it’s time to get all hands on deck…off to work…”
“There’s a lot to do, isn’t there?”
“It’s a brave new world out there, and we’re part of it!”
Adam took Evi’s hand and they walked, together, across the vast shore…
(100 Words)
This is my final entry into Terri Long’s Blogflash 2012 and I wish my lost sailor couple all the best as they head out in to the world!

55 Words #24: Hanging

He hung, his widow wept and his child sobbed.
“We don’t accept no mutations round here, see?”
The child watched as the village moved away, still throwing jibes at the dangling corpse.
“Nothing different, see?”
The widow’s white hand clenched the boy’s arm and his eleven, terrified toes curled in his worn out leather shoes.

(55 Words)
@LastKrystallos

This is for the 55 Word Challenge. Choose a picture and write a story using no more than 55 words. See Jezri’s Nightmares for further entries…

Blogflash: Day Twenty-Nine: Masquerade

Photograph by Bekah Shambrook (Please do not use without permission)
Day Twenty-Nine: Masquerade
Flood Part Twenty-Five
“Why’re you sitting down here on your own sweetie?”
“I don’t know what’s left for us…for anyone…”
“Please don’t cry sweetheart.”
“I just don’t think I can keep up this façade, constantly smiling, I’d rather be back on the boat!”
“No you wouldn’t, we have food, water and shelter here…”
“Not enough water, but too much water!”
“Got that right, but we’ve got to keep going. You don’t need to smile all the time, nobody expects us to be overjoyed, and life is going to be hard from now on.”
“Hold me darling, just hold me, please just hold me.”
(100 Words)

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