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Five Sentence Fiction: Inspire

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She’d sailed the seven seas, single-handed, in a tin boat, thwarting pirates and sea monsters…and huge octopus, tentacled things.
She’d prepared banquets for lords and ladies, with the finest of menu’s written in glittering gold on the finest emerald paper, with cupcakes and chocolate dessert.
She had conquered the final frontier, flown amid the stars in the cockpit of her silver rocket, discovering new planets and greeting aliens in green.
She married Prince Charming and climbed the castle’s crumbling tower, and proclaimed her love and devotion to her loyal subjects below.
“Time’s up sweetie!” came the call, and her mother wandered up the garden path gathering teddies and dolls up into the old tin bath, chuckling at the soggy mud-pies sitting atop gold-glittered leaves,  and she called her daughter down from the tree, smiling at her tattered wings and the happy-tired grin on her face. 
Written for Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction 
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Five Sentence Fiction: Midnight

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Image by Bekah Shambrook (Please do not use without permission) 
She shivered violently as fear chilled her to the bone, and her heart pummelled her rib cage as the reassuring murmur of the television downstairs ceased. 
She pulled the covers over her head and breathed softly, her hot breath creating a claustrophobic atmosphere of suffocation beneath the duvet.
The landing light clicked off, pipes clanked as the central heating went to bed and she surfaced from her cocoon. Frigid midnight air chilled her face, lacing her mind with frost, and she stared with wide eyes into the blackness of her bedroom.
She gathered the duvet tight around her shoulders and waited, hiccupping with portentous tears and resignation, and when the demon arrived there was nothing left but silent despair.
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Five Sentence Fiction: Ending

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

She watched him walk away.
Forget those Princess dreams, forget those ‘love will conquer all’ quotes, forget the ‘happily ever after’, life just doesn’t play those games.
She watched him glance back with pain in his blue eyes and a single tear slipping down his cheek. Her own heart threatened to crack, but the ice was too thick, and she quickly hugged her arms around her shivering body, locked her heart deep down in the icy cavern and walked away.
She refused to look back.

Written for Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction,
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Visual Dare #34:Kiss and Five Sentence Fiction: Vision

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Anonymous Legacy’s Visual Dare #34: Kiss and
Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction: Vision

The room was clinical and sparse, but comfortable despite its mint green walls and overly starched bed linen. Dad stood by the window, his hands in his pockets, staring out with his lost puppy-dog expression and Meg knew he wasn’t checking the tears that slipped down his face.
She bit her lip and gazed at her heavily medicated mum.
Meg leaned across the bed and rested her cheek against her mother’s soft face. Her kiss elicited no response and Meg closed her eyes picturing, just for once, that she had a normal mum, and she bit back her conflicting resentment.

(100 Words)

(Five Sentences)

Five Sentence Fiction: Devotion

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

A pale, yellow moon rose over the mountain crags and their necks entwined as they basked in buttermilk moonlight. Her wings shone, sparkling iridescent, as she nuzzled her mate, and he nipped playfully as he stretched his turquoise wings. They soared beneath the blanket of night, spiralling down to the outcrop and landing at the mouth of their cave.
Deep within the rocks, deep inside, safely ensconced amongst jewels and a nest of gems, rested their treasure.
Rays of pale moonlight swam through the cavern and Gwawr’s lavender mist filled the hollow; as her smoke cleared, Dynevor blew a fierce, golden flame at his companion’s feet and warmed their cherished, marbled egg.

Written for the wonderful Lilliemcferrin’s Five Sentence Fiction 
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Five Sentence Fiction: Time

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Photograph  by Lisa Shambrook (please do not use without permission)
Her mum had been missing for three excruciating days and though the police report had been filed and a search coordinated, her mother did not want to be found.
She stared at her dad, slumped at his computer, and spoke softly, “Dad?” her words no more than a whisper but with filled with a hopeful plea of desperation, “Dad, if I ever run away, will you come and find me?”
Tears illuminated his red, swollen eyes and a quivering sigh escaped his lips as he crossed the room in a few short strides and crushed his daughter to his broken heart, “Sweetheart, if you ever run away and you want me to find you, no matter how far or how long it takes I will find you, I’ll walk every road and sail every sea until you’re back in my arms, I will find you, I’ll always find you.”
She tightened her arms around him, there was no need to worry, no matter how much she wanted to run, to run until her feet were sore, until her legs could barely carry her, she would never hurt her father, and so she would never run. 
She was not her mother.

Written for Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction.

Five Sentence Fiction: Feast

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Photograph by Lisa Shambrook (please do not use without permission)
There were no worries about walking on egg shells Mum had already broken all the eggs. Meg had painstakingly cleaned the walls and kitchen cabinets herself. Bright, sunshine yellow yolks had dripped down the tiles and sticky, gooey egg white had plastered the cabinets and floor. Following the eggs had been the plastic tub of butter, which had split upon hitting the wall and a huge smear of butter had spread, landing in a heap on the surface. Meg rued that day.  
Written for Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction. I’m so caught up in the final week of NaNoWriMo, that you get another glimpse into Meg’s life… From next week, you should be getting more one off fiction again!

Five Sentence Fiction: Business

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Photograph by Bekah Shambrook (Please do not use without permission)
She wandered through town, slinking between mothers and pushchairs, corporate men and women, and shoppers, all in a hurry to be finished in town before the mid-morning regulars appeared. Everybody minded their own business and Meg was nothing extraordinary, as usual she was invisible and that was just how she wanted it. 
She flew from one shop to another, darting from one doorway to the next until she was clear of the town centre, unhindered by people and out on her own. Ghosts travelled amongst the living unseen, living out their haunted nightmares and Meg was no different to a phantom lost amid the sentient.  In response her heart beat rapidly and as she slowed down again she was aware of the sound of her blood surging and pumping through her veins, she was alive, even though she barely felt it.
Written for Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction – Business. I am still pretty locked in to NaNoWriMo, so stuck with another five sentence excerpt.

Five Sentence Fiction: Character

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Photograph by Bekah Shambrook (Please do not use without permission)
Meg’s throat burned, tears streamed and the wind howled. Her long hair spilled out behind and February’s cold gusts whipped around her legs. Her heart hammered and short, rasping breaths stung as she sucked icy cold air through dry lips. She almost tripped over the tree root, stretched across her path, and her legs felt like they’d give way if she stopped. She didn’t want to stop, but she didn’t want to keep running either. 
This is my opening paragraph introducing you to my protagonist Meg, in my current NaNoWriMo novel. Written for Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction, Lillie asked for five sentences about one of our main characters in our NaNoWriMo or WIP… so that was mine!

Triple Visual Dare #1: Five Sentence Fiction: Candidate

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Anonymous Legacy’s Triple Visual Dare #1
Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction – Candidate

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When Alice tumbled through the rabbit hole and chased the white rabbit through the forest, she knew she was onto a winner. Time was no constraint, but as the path narrowed the bunny skidded left and Alice almost lost him. She veered after him and reeled at the top of the spiral staircase, teetering on the top step.
Alice paused, smoothed her long, blond hair and adjusted her black ribbon; it was a long way to the bottom…
The rabbit’s cottontail bounced from step to step and she couldn’t resist, she was a prime candidate set for a new wonderland…

(100 Words)
(3 Visual Dare Photographs)
(5 Sentences)

Written for Anonymous Legacy’s Triple Visual Dare #1 including all three images, but not managing to link with my current NaNoWriMo project! However, maybe there are bonus points for keeping it to five sentences for Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction?