Five Sentence Fiction: Desolate World

Perched on the top of a long-wrecked skyscraper, the stillness in the world shook him to the core. He remembered the eternity of the past when his home stood where he now balanced; all the nights he had taken to bustling skies to weave vaporous threads between towers, all the days he’d spent fighting half the world away that started as a revolution and ended as a whimpering exodus.  It was not a Cybertron he ever thought they would return to, let alone be drawn back to so that the war against the Decipticons could drag on.

“BB, it’s time to head back, Ultra Magnus is rounding everyone up,” summoned a voice in his communication line.

“Copy that Sideswipe” Breezebuster replied, leaping from his nest and swapping legs for afterburners and racing back as fast as his jet mode would allow.

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And entry #2 for this week’s Five Sentence Fiction from Lillie McFerrin, as well as being from an old story of mine that was long forgotten until now. But the image prompt brought it back to the foreground, so maybe I’ll give this one more attention.

I hope you all enjoy.

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Five Sentence Fiction: Desolate Home

The room had been warm once, alight with oak segments glowing with embers hugging them to bring symbol to the scene. But it had been truly alive because of those who once filled the space with their own warmth, their own love. Never overloaded with material, never stripped of its comforts, it was theirs to call home, or at least it used to be.

Passing his hands over dusty mantle and abandoned shelves, he stopped to ask his companion “How long has it been, since, ya know, they…died”

“That’s not for me to know,” it answered, gazing out into the clouded dusk, “They were important to you, not me.”

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Entry #1 for this week’s Five Sentence Fiction from Lilie McFerrin. The prompt was “Desolate”, which usually implies a large scale, doesn’t it? But to some, a room is a universe.

I hope you all enjoy.

 

100 Word Challenge – Week 91: Scorpion

Though my bones may be retired and wings long since faded, my claws have never lost their touch. Bind them if you wish, but there’s always a sting in the tail that will catch you.  Run if it suits you; flee to the shadows or clouds. My teeth will find you. Cower under stone or steel, or stand your ground and face me, it matters not. If you are marked as my prey, I will find you. Be you my enemy, I will pursue you.  Stand as my rival, and I will end you.

I am Scorpion; heavenly fire wielded faster than sound.  Shall we begin?

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My entry for this week’s 100 Word Challenge from Julia’s Place. And a testament to a forgotten step in history, the first nuclear dogfighter.  Hopefully, the last one as well.

 

I hope you all enjoy.

Free Write Friday: The Open Road

 

plymouth_superbird-pic-43208There are some things a big city could never capture, no matter how hard they try. Fresh air, empty spaces and long stretches to run free were all lost in the jungles of concrete and gossip. It was something he’d heard his father talk about many times with all his travels from one ocean across the other and back again, but he’d never understood it until it came to be his time to take up the family tradition of never being home for more than three weeks at a time.

He was more than hesitant at first, as such journeys are not easy with a new wife and soon to be family on the way, but the gods of schedules had been merciful and their stars had aligned to let her sit in the passenger seat next to him, eight cylinders of classic Detroit power humming across the hills. Maybe that was the real sweetness in the sensation, to be master of their paths with such a wide expanse before them. No buildings to cage them in, no stoplights or crosswalks that would impede them every ten feet, just her hand upon his lap while her free fingers played among the breeze and a smile that made her crimson blouse shine even brighter than the cherry red of their Superbird.

“I don’t think Youske will ever let us hear the end of this”, Souji said with a grin, wondering aloud if his best friend was shaking his fist in jealousy half a world away.
Yukiko chuckled “His own fault for suggesting we pick one of these. If Chie wasn’t working so much, he’d probably have come with.”
“Sure, but there’s no backseat for him to sit in.”
“We could have gotten a minivan” she suggested, knowing full well the auspicious look her husband would give her.  Yukiko couldn’t help but chuckle at that.
“There are enough vans back home. I don’t think either of us want to spend any more time in one of those. That and Youske would have never piped down about trying this whole “American motoring” experience.  It’s no wonder Chie won’t let him get his motorcycle yet.”
“Well, their honeymoon is more important.”  And Souji couldn’t argue that.  “If only they could find out where to go…”

Which is when the idea struck him. They had food packed in the trunk for such a trip, and all the amenities they needed to stay at any commercial lodgings. All they needed was location. Like the oceanfront they were parallel to not but a few miles away. Souji steered the ‘Bird onto the nearest exit with ease and let his foot grow heavy on the pedal. This made Yukiko perk up in curiosity, especially as he took her hand in his for a quick kiss. But it was the crystal cerulean waters soon before them that really stole her breath.

“Who says the honeymoon ever ends?” Souji proposed.

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My entry for this week’s Free Write Friday from Kellie Elmore. Now, as an American, I know that there are a lot of exotic (and EXPENSIVE) destinations to take a honeymoon; the Caribbean, Tahiti, Western Europe, Madagascar, and so on. Basically, any place that you aren’t already. So then, where do they go to vacation away from it all? This is just an idea of Eastern tastes meeting Western temptations, as well as being oh so shamelessly indulgent.

I hope you all enjoy

Five Sentence Fiction: Charmed

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It looked up at her with that perpetual smile, ruby eyes shining in the fires of the night, “It’s not too late, you know.”
Though she heard it speak to her, all she could sense was the heat before her, the sting of the embers on her skin, the ash choking her breath.  And if she focused hard enough, the familiar screams of the those consumed by the inferno “How…what can I do?…”
“You can save them all, you have that power,” it replied with a nuzzle against a smoky arm. “All you have to do is make a contract with me and you can make sure this never happens.”

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My entry for this week’s Five sentence Fiction from Lillie McFerrin. The prompt was “Charmed”, which has a lot different interpretations I think. Such as being charmed with potential, or with power.

 

I hope you all enjoy!

100 Word Challenge – Week 90: Personal Touch

The points were sharp as they dug through the skin, his serrated wakizashi striking between the ribs from the back. He never liked attacking from the shadows like a coward or so many vermin he hunted, but this case demanded stealth and a personal touch.
It was the whimpering that caught him off guard. Not the cries of physical pain, but the yelp of confusion, of sudden understanding as to who was connected to the metal. It was then he noticed the shaking in his own hand. The tears from his own eyes.

And as she fell to the street, so too did he.

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My entry for this week’s 100 Word Challenge from Julia’a Place. My, it has been a while hasn’t it? This whole “family life” aspect eats up quite a bit of time, which will makes next week’s move across the world even more fun.

Still, I hope you all enjoy and I hope to be back to regular postings. *fingers crossed*