Stage Fright - Five Sentence Fiction

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The prompt - Conquer

Stage Fright

Arms pulled tight against her sides, doubt and fear dripping from her face in the form of perspiration, she crosses the stage focused on her destination. She sits upon the wooden stool, placing her fingers upon the ivory keys. One stroke at a time, she connects with the instrument, mingling and becoming the music which flows through the air, a product of her own motions. A shuffle fills the room as the crowd stands and erupts into a swarm of loud applaud. She stands and faces the audience, a smile touch her lips and a beam of delight caressing her skin.

Whispers of Peace - Five Sentence Fiction

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The prompt - Whisper

Whispers of Peace

A couple screams in spite.

An army raises guns to fight.

So much noise to be heard, 

Yet no one seems to listen. 

Find simplicity in your message - 

Use whispers of peace and harmony. 

Millions will hear and listen. 

A Burden, A Bliss - Five Sentence Fiction

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This week's prompt: Empty

A Burden, A Bliss 

Voices whisper and scream, speaking of faraway places. Pressure builds within my head as their will becomes my own. A pen, a scrap of paper, I frantically search for my writing tools. Hunger surges through me, growling, begging for reality. Words flow across the page, emptying my soul, freeing my mind, allowing me to return to you.

The Passage Way - Five Sentence Fiction

I recently discovered Lillie McFerrin's blog and her five sentence fiction prompts. Eager to give it a go, I finally managed to find a few spare minutes to put something together. Take a moment to stop by her blog, where there are links to many participants creating their own five sentence fiction.

This week's prompt: Abandoned (which is accompanied by a photo)

The Passage Way 

Strong and sturdy metal with floors of wood, erected long ago, supplied passage for many creatures. The river roared and raged, more than once rising above its capacity, taking lives and stealing dreams. Memories, snagged and torn, remain tied to the structure in eternal pain. Crumbled and lonely, the only visits are from the wind and rain scouring away at its very being. The passage way waits for final destruction, a departing of its soul.

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Flash Fiction Blogfest 2011 Entry

The day has arrived! Flash Fiction Blogfest 2011! Hope everyone is geared up and ready to go. Below you will find my entry. Enjoy the read. Good luck to all!

The Beast

A single security light cast a glow over the dark, deserted parking lot. Amy darted glances around her as she hurried toward her Camaro, the only disruption to the flat space. Footsteps echoed the click of her heels, and she froze, listening to the quiet night. Casting blame on her imagination, she scurried toward her destination. Her hands shook as she slipped the keys into the door and turned the lock.

Cold, soft hands covered her mouth, and an arm slinked around her waist. Warm breath touched her ear. “I’ve been waiting.”

Recognizing the voice, Amy twisted free and turned on her boyfriend, Brad. “That wasn’t funny!” She punched him on the arm, jumped into the car, and slammed the door behind her.

Brad opened it, leaned toward her, and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Sorry.” He sighed. “Could you give me a ride?”

She rolled her eyes, but smiled. “Get in.” She couldn’t resist his boyish ways, no matter how many pranks he played. She popped on the inside light, did a quick makeup check, and dimmed the light.

Outside, a strong wind stirred and rocked the car. Terror wrapped its arms around her. Amy jumped from the car and circled it. Brad was gone. A drop of liquid hit her check, and she looked up in dread.

Brad’s limp body hung from the claws of a creature. Dark wings flapped, holding it in place, and it stared at her. The voice scratched and hissed, but she was able to make out its words. “I came for you, but he’ll do for now. I’ll have you next time.”

She lowered her head and wandered back to the driver’s seat. Dread and regret filled her. She should have warned Brad of the beast who stalked her, craving her blood. It may have saved his life, but it may have ended hers. She wiped the wetness from her cheek. Her hand came away bloody. “Next time,” she whispered and pulled out of the parking lot.