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Five Sentence Fiction – Wheels

Five Sentence Fiction – Wheels

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It wasn’t for him to know, really. He fished it up out of the river of thought and, shocked, just held it for what seemed like 10 minutes. Blank stare. Obsessing. “No, nobody can know,” he said and snuffed it out.

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Author’s notes

Yup, I know, wheels turning in your brain, it’s passe, it’s trite, and I should kick my own ass for it. Too bad. I just wanted to write something today since I haven’t written in so long. Was on sabbatical. It was glorious, bitches!

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.