Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.This week, the chosen word is "Pirates," and I thought about it for a moment then wondered...what about the penalty for failed piracy? Why not give that a go? So...here we are, and I hope you like it.
The death is not pretty or serene; rather it is twitching, gurgling, jittering, and jolting as men tried desperately to clutch to what life might be left as they meet the sudden stop at the end of a short rope.
Such is the penalty for plundering the King's gold.
As he watched the others sway in the breeze the panic set in -- sweat, panting breath, tremors in the hands and legs, shock, wide-eyed and wild -- wishing to run but he could not, turning to the executioners he pleaded for mercies that would not come as he begged for his meager life to be spared.
Tears flowed with a bubbling on the lips -- a froth of words as he spoke wishing for one last time to be given a chance at redemption, life, and breath -- all the while the nearby priest chanted repeating blessings upon his condemned soul.
Unceremoniously, the hood was lowered over his eyes -- the silence beneath that woolen cowl was sickening, tainted with his warm breath and mist from sweat and tears -- he tried to cry out just as the plank beneath him fell away.