Thursday, December 27, 2012

Five Sentence Fiction – Ending

The Five Sentence Fiction is a simple idea:
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, Lillie chose the word "Ending," which is sometimes the best place to begin a story, and I can't think of a worse one...

***

A beginning and an ending are really the same, all that matters is that one leads into the other.

My origin is quite different than that which I have become, even though I remain the same me: I am how I was created.

I refused to bow, so I am cast down -- pride was my undoing -- yet the kernel of it was within me from my first moments.

Should I be blamed for the faults held within that I did nothing to engender; or for that matter, even asked for?

I think not; which is why the blame for my defiance, for my pride, for the sufferings of all, must lie, and indeed does lay, with Him.

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Five Sentence Fiction – Vision

The Five Sentence Fiction is a simple idea:
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, Lillie chose the word "Vision," and I make with the prompt something inspired by the current weather.

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Shock white everywhere!

The sun in the sky, blinding.

Below, the snow is a mirror's surface.

No bearings, can't open eyes from searing pain.

I have seen death's door, and it is painted ivory.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Let's try to help.

Wanting to help, but having precious little to offer, I am giving this a try; let's hope it provides some help. From now through January 1, 2013, any revenues I receive from the sale of "Memories of the Dead" made through BarnesandNoble.com, I will donate to The Sandy Hook Elementary School Victims Relief Fund, which was set up to provide counseling to survivors, pay for funeral expenses for victims, create a scholarship fund for the school's students and fund a memorial. Here's the link to the page.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Five Sentence Fiction – Devotion

The Five Sentence Fiction is a simple idea:
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, Lillie chose the word "Devotion," and there are many ways, indeed many objects, to which one might be so devoted.

***

He had given up everything: his wealth, family, friends, even his home so he could focus on matters of greater import.

In the dark of night he would perform his lonely vigil wearing the solitary mantle that only he could; and on his shoulders he carried the hope of so many lost souls.

He was surrounded by sorrow and pain; indeed, he had been born of it -- and it nurtured in him the man that he would become.

Upon the precipice he stood, and with a fixated stare into the impenetrable indigo he tightened every muscle and steeled his mind.

The alarm bells rang, and Batman began his nightly descent into Hell.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

A Cthulhu Carol....

With apologies to those who might be offended....

Said the Nightgaunt to the acolyte

Do you see what I see

Way up in the sky acolyte

Do you see what I see

A sign, a sign

Dancing in the night

Now the stars have finally aligned

Now the stars have finally aligned


 

Said the acolyte to the cultist thrall

Do you hear what I hear

Ringing through the sky cultist thrall

Do you hear what I hear

A wail, a woe

High above the trees

With a growl from deep beneath the sea

With a growl from deep beneath the sea


 

Forbidden knowledge from the Elder Gods

Do you know what I know

Dark summons of an Elder God

Do you know what I know

Mi-Go, they know

Yuggoth is so cold

Mankind into bondage sold

Mankind into bondage sold


 

Said Cthulhu to the people everywhere

Madness is what I reap

Pray for death people everywhere

Pain will be what you keep

The stars, the stars

Finally are right

He will bring us madness and pain

He will bring us madness and pain


 

The stars, the signs

Finally are set a-right

He will bring us madness and pain

Five Sentence Fiction – Time

The Five Sentence Fiction is a simple idea:
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, Lillie chose the word "Time," which is something we all wish we had more of; while others have all too much.

***

The horrid slam of the jail cell door was proof positive that his foolproof plan was anything but.

Sixteen years was the sentence; not at all as long as it could have been...he was lucky.

Sitting there, with the orange jump-suit clinging to his portly frame, he pondered where he might have gone wrong.

He couldn't put his finger on it, his mind too busy -- still racing with facts and testimony from his all too short trial -- but soon enough, he wagered, he would puzzle it out.

And if not today, then perhaps tomorrow, or maybe the day after, it didn't matter; with nothing else to occupy him, he had plenty opportunity to ponder and plan.