Five Sentence Fiction
What is a five sentence story, you might ask?
It's kind of like flash fiction. Well, it basically is flash fiction.
Each of these stories I've crafted are based off of different visual prompts
chosen by a friend for the weekly writing contest she hosted.
The only requirements were that we view the photo, write whatever struck us
when we saw it, and keep the story to a five sentence minimum.
They were a great way to get the creative juices flowing.
I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I did writing them.
(Due to copyright concerns, I will not be posting the accompanying photos.)
The Traitor's Daughter
Ebba watched as the last structure succumbed to the strength of the fires. She choked on a breath of the salty air now warm from the flames.
She knew they’d burn, she’d warned them. Alas, no one would listen to the daughter of a traitor. As the inferno raged where her village had once stood, she wished that they had.
Haunted Dreams
Night after night, it’s the same vision.
Trees on either side towering over me like stark ogres haunting my dreams, my footfalls thudding in time with the quickening pace of my heart.
The icy breeze slithers over my exposed skin, and my ears ache
with the shrill scream of a woman. I can see her in the distance,
a figure draped in white, her arms stretching toward me in desperation, pleading to be rescued.
When I reach her, I am met with familiar, sad eyes: my own.
Between Sleep and Awake
She dreamt of Pegasus wings and pretty things,
of enchanted books and pirate kings.
He gained her trust with pixie dust and stories of fantastical feats.
Through shared moonless nights and stardust flights,
she found it hard to turn back home.
With a tear-filled eye, she bid him goodbye,
and deserted the place where her dreams roam.
Death Falls
With one last deftly aimed arrow, the curse was broken.
Weapons slipped from crumbling fingers,
and bones clattered to the ground. Fires scourged in the distance, devouring our homes, but we were finally free.
The dead no longer had a hold on our fair city.
After two centuries, it was ours once more.