Five Sentence Fiction – Part 3: Devotion to Pride

He remembered a time in his life where his world made sense, and that sense showed how cruel and corrupt their world was. How the powers that were had taken extravagant time and effort dissecting, bisecting and cutting their citizens into neat little sects to oppress and tinker with as playthings.

But to him and others came a champion, a leader, and a shining example of pride in one’s abilities and fearless conviction.

“Soundwave, destroy those Autobot fools!”

To which he would give but one answer, “As you command, Lord Megatron.”


And entry #3 for this week’s Five Sentence Fiction from Lillie McFerrin. Yes, the source material is probably obvious, but this was the first one I wrote, oddly enough. So why not share?

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Five Sentence Fiction – Part 2: Devotion to Family, Friends and Fidelity

For the world that he wandered due to life’s little currents, he had struck out to seek the truth of what it really wanted beyond the fog of lies and ignorant deceits.

For the people of a small town who had shown him the ups and downs that one life could entertain,  he had taken their burdens on his shoulders and carried them to the core of their beings.

For the family that had taken him in and shown him what a home could feel like, he braved the sickened world created by those parts of the heart people never wanted to see.

For the friends that had shown him the best parts of himself and each other, he would save them from that which they never wanted to show to the world, or even themselves.

But for little Nanako and the future that they had taken back from the ragged clutches of death, he would face down a god and reach out to the truth.


Part 2 of 3 for this week’s Five Sentence Fiction from Lillie McFerrin. This one is purely a guilty pleasure, and the easiest of the 3 to hammer out.

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Five Sentence Fiction – Part 1: Devotion to Faith

How long has it been since we slept now, three, four days? It’s certainly been that long since the last rations were passed around. Wonder if they can see our empty rifles from there, or the shadows of death over our line. So why don’t they run us over like limping cattle, what was holding them back when not even the ground under our boots favored us?

“Simple,” I was told from an old friend long gone, “because they know if they crush us here, thousands will rise from our bones to wash their filth away back into the sands.”


Entry # 1 of 3 for this week’s Five Sentence Fiction from Lillie McFerrin. The prompt was “devotion”, and with so many applications for that feeling, I couldn’t stop at just one. Silly me, I know.

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100 Word Challenge – Week 59.2: Whoops

“Oh, you’re in trouble this time Hobbie!” Wes said though his exasperation.

“Me?! You’re the one who said it would stay put! Didn’t he Tycho?” he countered.

“Oh no, don’t you drag me into this. I just wanted to snap a quick holo-image! You two clowns lost it!” added the third man, staring down into the maw of stone.

“Well, least we got that. Now what are we gonna tell the boss about,” Wes started, before he was interrupted by his stomach plummeting into his boots.

“About what?” Wedge asked dutifully.

Tycho replied “About how Wes is buying you a new landspeeder.”


And entry #2 for this week’s 100 Word Challenge from Julia’s Place. Because friends are awesome, even if they do break stuff every now and then.

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100 Word Challenge – Week 59.1: Descent

He sat at the edge of the world, twirling the memory in his palm, the last golden band of precious heartbreak taunting him. He had no use for it anymore, but could share it with no one.

With a twitch, the ring was flicked from his finger into the abyss.

But it looked so much different as he followed it down. Its power was gone, wasted on the rocks.  As his wings unfurled to slow his descent, the whispering cry of a ping wished him farewell.  Silently, he nodded and took flight into the unknown. “Goodbye, farewell, and amen.”


Entry #1 for this week’s 100 Word Challenge from Julia’s Place, based on this image (which I figured out how to include all by myself, huzzah!) :I hope you all enjoy!

Five Sentence Fiction: Zombies

They were the lost, the dammed, the haunted and the useless. Souls that had been corrupted and rotten alive, only to wander among the living as broken proxies of greed, lust and want. They knew only their appetites, and care for little else, not even the dead they step over to satisfy. And as I stand before the swarm, I can only clear my weapon, and pray that should I fall here that there isn’t enough left of me to join their ranks.

“Ladies and Gentlemen of Congress, I stand before you today, proud of my title as representative of the people, something all of you seem to have forgotten…”


I hate politics, I really do. Triple so during election years. But as I watch the ads banter back and forth, I start to think of ways to make things better once again. And how it is my responsibility as an American citizen to try and do so. And that idea might just inspire me to run for office myself one day, and forge my own trail.
This is my entry for the weekly Five Sentence Fiction by Lillie McFerrin.

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100 Word Challenge – Week 58.2: From the Fog

“Oi? Weren’t we s’posed ta meet someone ‘ere?” said one Cockney, clutching his coat closed against the moonlit fog.

“That’s wha’ I said, ya daft wanker! We wait ‘ere till the ol’ byrd comes ‘round, n’ we snag ‘er!” Replied the other, fetching a snack from his pocket.

“And just who would that be?” Quizzed a third intruder, footsteps silent on the cobblestone.

“An’ jus who tha bloody ‘ell wants to know?” The second man challenged, reaching for a blade with his free hand.

He never found it. As the apple fell from his lifeless grasp, the shadow of the haunter scooped it away.


And entry #2 for this week’s 100 Word Challenge from Julia’s Place. This one is as much a challenge in material packed into 104 words as much as it is a test in writing speech in accent, since I normally type it how I hear it. Personally, I think that gives it more of a lifelike feel to it, while hopefully being legible.

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100 Challenge – Week 58.1: The Last Centurion

Only the breeze whispered to weathered senses as he sat under the shade of their tree. The blanket under him tried to flee, but he would not let the perfection of the scene scatter for her arrival. This was their spot, staked out by solitude, shared through countless sunsets.

But she did not come, nor did he expect her to anymore.  Only he and time manned the post now.

Finally, as the sun dimmed beneath night, so too did his gaze as the apple fell from his hand, bearing her name.  He didn’t need it anymore. They were together now at last in their sanctuary.


Entry #1 for this week’s 100 Word Challenge from Julia’s Place. A lot of this one was spawned simply from this song and what my mind did with the tones, undertones and recent events on this end.
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Five Sentence Fiction – Awkward

Uncomfortable gazes were quickly broken whenever their eyes locked even for an instant, which was as close as either would approach the other. Conversations were clipped and to the point, leaving no room for elaboration or further chaining into a real encounter. One would come close, the other would break away into the safety of the clouds and crowds. A waltz that told the world of their brazen actions, but would simply tease the dancers with the faint hopes of more, less, all and nothing.

Such was the price of one night, in all its perfection and comfort.


My entry for this week’s Five Sentence Fiction from Lillie McFerrin, and a direct continuation from the week’s 100 Word Challenge titled ‘Weak Spot’. In moments like this, we’d trade the world for a commercial break.
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Five Sentence Fiction: Memories

The sands in the hourglass had run low, taking their toll on mind and matter, though his weathered eyes did not see it, nor his calloused hands feel it. Instead he saw the reflection of who she was when they first met. The salt-and-pepper locks restored to full midnight beauty, cheeks smooth as a still lake surface and eyes emboldened with curious fire.  No matter how many suns had fallen or tolls had been paid to life and livelihood; she had never dimmed, even now in the twilight of the pendulum. Such memories could not be tainted or sullied, even as the grandchildren voiced their utter horror and disgust as they kissed.


My entry for the previous week’s Five Sentence Fiction Challenge from Lillie McFerrin. Because somethings can withstand more than even time can dish out.

I hope you all enjoy!