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Five Sentence Fiction: Enchanted

‘His blue and green scales shimmered, and their flickering colours mesmerized her, a faint sheen of lemon reflected the sky above and Hannah took a subconscious step forward. She instinctively ran her hands over the dragon’s scales and they were smooth, almost velvety, then rough and coarse as she changed direction; she’d imagined his scales to be hard and cold, like the shiny, metallic colours ought to be.

The dragon bent his head and nuzzled her hair, making her jump as his hot breath tickled. His eyes followed as she ran her hand across his flank, like a small child brushing past railings, and he lifted his wing to let her pass beneath.

She gently took his wing and rubbed her cheek against the blue hide, it felt like smooth leather, supple and strong, and as her finger stroked its underside, which looked and felt like shot silk, his wing rippled beneath her touch.’

Picture by Lisa Shambrook

(This is an extract from my WIP…with a few alterations for 5SF and my own dragon art. Hope you like it!)

Five Sentence Fiction: Yearning

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We lay, our bodies barely touching, the sheet draped across our stomachs as the pale moon peeked nervously through the curtains. My eyes roved, taking in the contours of his upper body lit by silvery rays. I could almost see his heart beating beneath his skin and I licked my lips. My hand moved slowly, gently, and my fingers lightly stroked the dark, wiry hair covering his chest. My head swam with longing and my body was awake with desire…then…he snored…

Image courtesy of: FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Five Sentence Fiction: Exquisite

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The word: Exquisite

“Just one more…that’s it!” she said, “One more!”

I shook my head, beads of sweat ran down my face and I thought I was finished, but I pushed again, just once more. The delight on my husband’s face was all I needed. He glanced at the midwife, who nodded, and our child was delivered into his waiting hands. Once the cord was cut, and her delicious cry voiced, I watched as my daughter stared into her father’s eyes and my own welled with exquisite, unshed tears.

(When I was born, back in 1971, there was a nurses strike and only one midwife on duty when Mum went into labour. Dad became a midwife that day and I was delivered straight into his hands…I know ‘exquisite’ is a word he’d have used!)

Photograph of Lisa Shambrook by Peter Roberts

Five Sentence Fiction: Shiver

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The word is: Shiver

‘Her heart hammered and she was sure it could be heard thumping against the wall of her breast. She pushed backwards, her cold, clammy hands stretched flat against the damp brick. Fingernails dug deep into the mortar, splintering as she strained her ears to hear…nothing, and she wanted to breathe, but couldn’t. A putrid stench permeated the alley and the foul odour assaulted her nose despite her breath still caught in her constricted throat. Hot sweat dripped from her cold, shivering body as she began to slip into unconsciousness, his hands still clasped around her throat…’

Source:wikipedia.File:Back alley by old bus depot Moss Side Manchester

And a new twist…my son is struggling with English at school, he’s always found creative writing difficult, and with GCSE’s on the horizon, we thought this exercise would be great practise for sentence structure and creative writing…so here’s Dan’s try (influenced by Michael Morpurgo’s ‘War Horse’) he really enjoyed having a go:

‘The lieutenant could see his horse shivering with nerves because he had to go to war the next day, so he practised and practised with his lieutenant, eventually night fall came.

Today was the day that the horse had to go to war, and the horse ran and ran down to the enemy trenches trampling over dead bodies then an enemy sniper’s bullet skimmed his lieutenant’s leg, so he ran for help. On the way back an enemy jumped onto his best friend, another horse, after he shot his rider and as he kicked him flying off, the enemy shot him dead. The horse was concentrating on his best friend that died and his lieutenant got shot in the head, and the horse ran back as fast as lightning. When he got back the nurse looked at him and could feel the horse’s breath on her arm as she looks at his legs covered with scars.’

Five Sentence Fiction: Clandestine

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I’ve seen a lot of this lately and thought I’d love to join in…so for anyone who doesn’t know, Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week Lillie McFerrin posts 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 the five sentences, just used for direction.
This week the word is: Clandestine

‘Icy darkness infiltrated, plunging the city landscape into a cold and moonless night. All was inky black and quiet, just how he liked it. Stepping softly, he shivered as he wandered the urban streets, his dancing fingers furtively composing a silent masterpiece. He performed his second trick of the night and vanished with the first rays of day, exposing his intricate works of art. All the glass of the town lay beneath a delicate lattice, a coating of glorious filigree workmanship…all signed, sealed and delivered by Jack Frost himself.’