5 Sentence Fiction – #3 of 3: Isolation in Judgement

The perfume of blood hung in the midnight air as he cleaned his whip and sickle. Though not a soldier or citizen were left standing in what was once a citadel, never had his resolution been more focused. He could not save them from the corruption of tyrants or the plagues of greed or malcontent if they remained blind to their woes. And if they could not be saved in life, Xaiver alone would save them through release. In time, the once-proud name of the Tempest Knights would be spoken again, and he would be their salvation.

5 Sentence Fiction – #2 of 3: Isolation in Feeling

The rain coats the sidewalk in slick sorrow, but he doesn’t feel it. Along his path to nowhere, the streetlights dim in mourning, but he doesn’t see. All he can feel is the echo of what once beat in his chest. That which had given him courage at one time, and had guided him to this spot. The very thing she had so unwillingly crushed with pity and resignation.

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Entry #2 of the fro this week’s 5 Sentence Fiction from Lillie McFerrin. Something else everyone probably has known at least once. And hopefully, only once.

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5 Sentence Fiction – 1 of 3: Isolated in Duty

Among the many, we are the one. Our names are many and you will know them; Prime, Shepard, Enterprise, Rogue, Demon Lord, Razgriz, Officer. Yet the words are feathers compared to the iron they wrap us in. Such is the shield we must carry to stand between the innocent and the wicked. The price of the title of ‘hero’.

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Entry #1 for this week’s 5 Sentence Fiction from Lillie McFerrin. Truth be told, I like to think everyone knows at least one hero in some form or another. You may not know their names, but they’re out there.

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100ish) Word Challenge – Week 171: Unbelieveable

There are moments that can never be described, and other moments that can’t even be believed to exist. All of these moments they thought they had seen already in their long careers in the cockpit.

It seems the universe had other ideas.

“I can’t believe I’m seeing this,” Wedge said, too stunned to move at the scene.

“You? I can’t believe I’m hearing this.” Tycho added, drink frozen halfway to his mouth.

Hobbie smirked, “Well, I never thought I’d say this; Wes Janson finally grew up  and found a girl that could stand him for the rest of their lives. I blame you, Tycho”

The tallest pilot gave a perplexed look, “Me? Oh no, no no. This is all Wedge’s fault. All his talks about ‘maturity’ and ‘command responsibilities’ finally pushed Wes over the edge.”

The leader of the pack just shook his head, “I can only blame myself for not seeing this coming.”

“Will you three pipe down?” Wes quipped back, still holding his blushing bride to be. “I swear, I can’t take you kids anywhere…”

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I love writing when I get to use these characters. They are just so much fun :D

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Five Sentence Fiction – Entry 2: Forgotten Soul

I don’t blame you for shutting me away. All the times I’ve hurt you, steered you away, and made you cry into the night.

Just know that I forgive you for tearing me apart, and that I’m sorry to have brought you so much pain when my desire was to bring you joy.

Please, just don’t leave me here alone anymore. Please, remember me.

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And Entry #2 for this week’s Five Sentence Fiction. Pretty sure this happens to everyone at least once. Usually, a whole lot more than just once.

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Five Sentence Fiction – Entry 1: Forgotten Champion

There was a time that I had a name. A time where my shield was strong, my sword sharpened and wings unfurled to soar. Now, only the void is my companion as I drift through the nothing.

Will you remember my name?

Could I?

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Entry #1 for this week’s Five Sentence Fiction from Lillie McFerrin. Something I wrote after watching an amazing documentary on the Battle of Midway, though words I feel have been spoken since long before that.

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Long, Dark Road

The thunder calls across the desert
I hear it whispering her name
To break loose the chains she set on me
To cut the sands of what became

Strands of blonde on sunny fern
Walk the path and break the loop
Now left behind in the blacktop cracks
I break the ice to lose and recoup

Cut loose the ’40 and watch her run
Let her silence break with that kiss
The lonely stars become our blanket
And her warmth brings that addicting bliss
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I’ve never written a song before. I know how to play a few, but I’ve never tried to pen one. So much technical detail in such a strict timetable, it was never a venture that really struck my nerve.

Of course, when it’s an assignment, it hits that nerve real quick…

So I decided to turn to a genre where the spoken word is just as vital as the instrumental: Blues. There’s nothing like sipping whiskey on the rock while listing to Tom Waits. In fact, I’m doing it right now :)

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