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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 – 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

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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.

Five Sentence Fiction- Dancing

Five Sentence Fiction: Dancing (unrequited)

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“Well, okay, I suppose, if you insist,” he had a sly smirk and a grin. She looked at him and grinned back, glancing up at him a couple of times as she wrote down her number and email.

She popped up and extended the scrap of paper to him. “There you go! Call me anytime!”

But he never did, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t dare, he could never cross the line, not with HER…

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Author’s notes:

Unrequited, indeed. Except, you know, that things that you longed for in the past, you would be very disappointed if you got them now.  That wonder, that belief, that dance that you get into with that other person…you wonder if that person knows it, you wonder if she’s toying with you, you wonder and wonder, and then you move on, left to wonder at what was never to be, what was destined to be left unrequited.

Five Sentence Fiction – Erased

Tabula Rasa

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“I don’t know, it’s like someone’s standing at a chalkboard with an eraser,” he said, leaning forward. “Like, you know, I knew something one second, then suddenly didn’t.”

She looked at him, smiled, and put her hand on his, “You could never forget me after all we’ve been through.”

“You’re right. But who are you?”

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Author’s Notes

I tried to go for a sort of backwards story where the protagonist’s memories are slipping away, sort of like that blank slate movie where everything is happening backwards.

 

Five Sentence Fiction – Celebration

Happy Birthday – five sentence fiction

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“Happy birthday, you old goat,” she said, staring into his eyes. She fumbled with the lighter as she lit the candle.

She shook her head and forced a half smile through the streaming tears. She sang to him in the dim light until the crying blurred the words. Sniffling and wiping her nose with the back of her hand, she pinched out the candle and turned the picture face-down.

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Author’s notes

It’s my dad’s birthday in a couple of days (Oct 10). I try to imagine dark moments in the lives of everyone as they deal with grief in their own way, even years later. I think time doesn’t heal all wounds as much as scab and scar them over, and you have to push your attention away from them as you go about your life.