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Five Sentence Fiction – Innocence, Part II

Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction – Innocence

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Part II (Part I)

The sulfur sparked and crackled as the match lit. Without breaking eye contact, Dave’s hand paused and he smiled as the match fell.

I took a deep breath as I watched it hit the floor, then looked back at Dave with a knowing half smile. The smell of propane was the additive methanethiol, but without the propane.

The match burned out, I broadened my grin and said, “I WILL die today, but not here, not now.”

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Author’s Notes

The smell of propane wasn’t really propane, it was just the additive that’s gives propane its smell (propane has no smell of its own). What seemed dangerous was innocent, and we see that a lot in life.

This is a continuation of the thriller from the previous five sentence fiction, “Doors.” I’m trying to see if I can serialize a story in five sentence increments while keeping it interesting AND using random prompts!

Five Sentence Fiction – Doors

Five Sentence Fiction – Doors

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“The door isn’t locked, but you can’t leave,” Dave said as he closed the door with his back to me. He turned his head just enough to see me, “You’re going to die today.”

“I know,” I said, then lifted my chin and pressed my lips to keep them from trembling.

I caught a whiff of propane has Dave fished a faded book of matches from his pocket, flipped the lid around, tore one off, and placed it between the lid and the black friction strip.

“You have… maybe 20 seconds… to decide if you want that secret buried with you,” he said as he raised one brow, maintained his deadlock stare, and began to pull the match.

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Author’s Notes

No scifi today, just a regular ‘ol thriller. I’ve been thinking these five sentence snippets are interesting enough to flesh out the whole story.

 

Five Sentence Fiction – Freedom

Five sentence fiction – Freedom

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“Freedom is a curse,” he smiled as he spoke through yellow teeth, pushing back strands of yellowing, gray hair.

The smile faded from his face, his eyes glazed and he began to shake.  He dropped a faded Polaroid.

I picked it up and stumbled backwards when I saw it was a picture of me. I looked up and he was gone, but I was wearing his clothes.

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Author’s Notes

Ahh, the old switcheroo! Always a classic. This time with a twist on freedom. You see, I didn’t want to do the patriotic freedom thing, or “freedom isn’t free,” which I anticipated would be popular. Ever the contrarian, I steered clear of the easy answer and went with my fave, scifi.

Five Sentence Fiction – Spark

Five Sentence Fiction – Spark

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“A spark is a flame that couldn’t make it,” she said to the night, to me, to the fireflies.

The campfire billowed its smoke towards us, away from us in its meandering way. The wood popped and she jumped, startled back from her reverie.

She looked at me and burst into a million sparks. She always has to be dramatic when she leaves.

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Author’s Notes

I’m trying to keep these stories a little mysterious, engaging the senses, and without run-on sentences that I see so often from other people doing short fiction challenges. It’s hard to keep it short, but that’s why it’s a challenge. Seriously, it’s not the run-on sentence challenge!

 

Five Sentence Fiction – Silver

Five Sentence Fiction

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The scratching at the door hadn’t stopped. I shot it 6 times, emptying the revolver. SIX TIMES!

My eyes got huge and I held my breath when I figured it out. Those bullets weren’t silver.

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Author’s Notes

Silver. In mid-December. I see lots of bells and Christmas. Good tidings and presents under the tree. Joy to the world.

Nah, fuck that, I’m not going there. I’m going full werewolf, bitches.

Five Sentence Fiction – Alone

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

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“I am just a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy, ad infinitum.” Jack studied his red eyes in the mirror and felt a draining sense of panic at being alone in the epiphany.

He raised his hands up and brought his fists down onto the man in the mirror. He watched himself shatter into a million fragments, a million copies, a million copies of copies of copies.

The world pulled away as Jack sank to his knees and grabbed at his shattered identity, finding only a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy.

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Author’s Notes

Hmm. Perhaps too much listening to music late at night is to blame for this one. But seriously, pondering infinity and feeling alone at the same time, that’s fodder for timeless teenage angst right there.

Five Sentence Fiction – Letters

Five Sentence Fiction – Letters

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Steve opened the first letter and was struck by her perfume. The smell of memories and sadness.

The second letter was covered in bloody fingerprints. Her cursive was uneven and rushed, though Cassie had always been proud of her penmanship.

The third letter was taped to a box, dripping red at the corners, addressed to him in his own handwriting.

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Author’s Notes

Success is found by trying, failing, and trying again. You can write and rewrite, but eventually you have to stick a fork in it and call it done, good or bad. And the only way you get better is to work at it, even if it’s just 5 sentences published on your blog each week. Put it out there, stand back, and admire that you’ve done more than 80% of other writers.