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#FiveSentenceFiction is a flash-fiction event hosted by Lillie McFerrin.  She provides a prompt and participants post five-sentence stories – inspired by the prompt in some way – on their blogs.  This week’s prompt is “whisper” and here is my story (really more of a brief prose poem – seem to do that a lot for this challenge):

Shall I shout my love from the tops of the hills?
Shall I proclaim it through a megaphone?
Shall I sing it in a rock concert?
No, I shall say, “I love you” in a way much louder than any of those.
I shall whisper.

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#FiveSentenceFiction is a flash-fiction event hosted by Lillie McFerrin.  She provides a prompt and participants post five-sentence stories – inspired by the prompt in some way – on their blogs.  This week’s prompt is “candidate” and here is my story:

“Have you decided upon the best candidate?”

“I certainly have, but it wasn’t an easy choice: there were things I liked and disliked about each one.”

“Well, that’s always true, but we do have to make a choice.”

“Would you like to hear about his platform?”

“Yes, go ahead and set it up while I go get the charcoal so we can start to roast him.”

 

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#FiveSentenceFiction is a flash-fiction event hosted by Lillie McFerrin.  She provides a prompt and participants post five-sentence stories – inspired by the prompt in some way – on their blogs.  This week’s prompt is “potions” and here is my story:

The cancer was painful and had severely weakened her, but it had not robbed her of her mental capacity.  She knew what she was doing, although many would have thought her mad.  The leaves, roots and berries she had selected each contained abundant nutrients as well as powerful poisons.  Her concoction would kill either the cancer or her, but she was ready to try.

After all: even regular chemotherapy was just another toxic potion.

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#FiveSentenceFiction is a flash-fiction event hosted by Lillie McFerrin.  She provides a prompt and participants post five-sentence stories – inspired by the prompt in some way – on their blogs.  This week’s prompt is “blush” and here is my story (really more of a brief prose poem):

She taught me how to blush.
One glance from her and my face would turn crimson.
One sly smile and I’d be pouring with sweat.
My world changed for an instant and then forever.
She taught me how to blush, then taught me that I didn’t have to.

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The prompt for this week’s #FridayFictioneers was the following photo:

#FridayFictioneers

Here is my 100-word story based upon the prompt:

Constructive criticism welcomed.

Mythos Insectus

A damselfly decided to take a break from her midday flight.  It was a beautiful day and she wanted to avail herself of some of the local produce, so she perched warily upon the husk of a discarded melon.

Seeing her from high above, a dragonfly began preparations for his own lunch as he started to descend towards his prey.

His plans were not realised, however.  Before the dragonfly could reach the damselfly, a St.-Georgefly intercepted and impaled him.

The rescued damselfly, having endured too much excitement for one afternoon, flew off to seek a quieter, safer place to relax.

 

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The prompt for this week’s #FridayFictioneers was the following photo:

#FridayFictioneers

Here is my 100-word story based upon the prompt:

“What happened?  They’re all gone?  All that’s left are some bits and pieces.”

“Okay, mate, let me see if I’ve got this right: you released all the animals into ‘ere, last night, because you wanted to keep ‘em safe?”

“Yes.  That’s right.”

“And today the lot of ‘em ‘ave been destroyed, though you believed you ‘ad kept ‘em away from any possible ‘arm?”

“Yes.  How could anyone or anything possibly get at them without also getting injured?”

“Well, mate, just as you shouldn’t ‘ave a fox guard an ‘en ‘ouse, you shouldn’t ‘ave barbed wire protect a balloon-animal collection!”

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Although #ThursThreads entries are usually posted on Siobhan Muir’s blog, I had so much fun with this week’s prompt that I felt like posting it here, as well, with a little more information.

#ThursThreads is a weekly, flash-fiction challenge, of 100-250 words, that uses a line from the previous week’s winning story as the prompt.  In this case, the prompt was “Vines climbed over and through the wrecks” and it could be used anywhere within the story.

That prompt immediately brought Percy Bysshe Shelley’s poem “Ozymandias” to my mind.  Since that’s one of my favourite poems of all time, I decided to craft my own version of it, containing the prompt line.

For those of you who may not be familiar with the original poem, here it is:

Ozymandias

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear —
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.’

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Here, then, is my version for #ThursThreads

A Pirate’s “Ozymandias”

A tourist visited a distant isle
and said: “Two ships lay broken on that shore,
their hulls and timbers rotting in a pile
as wind and waves cause them to crumble more.

For many years they were a deadly team
that terrorised the merchants on the main.
One blocked the bow, one fired upon the beam
with cannonballs that split the masts in twain.

They bore their names on dulling, brazen plaques,
proclaiming that they ruled the seven seas
and all should live in fear of their attacks,
but what I saw looked more like gutted trees.

While sand and seaweed covered once-proud decks,
gulls and vines climbed over and through the wrecks.”

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