Showing posts with label Five sentence fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Five sentence fiction. Show all posts

The diagnosis

“Doctor, I can’t stop when I get the urge,” declared Gerry, his arms shaking and fingers twitching!

“The monstrous voices in my head keep pleading until I give in,” continued Gerry encouraged by the kind doctor’s sympathetic nod.

“My wife is just sick of me and has given me an ultimatum, failing which, she has threatened to leave me,” tears pricked Gerry’s eyes as he whispered the last line feeling like an absolute failure.

The doctor took a deep breath and cleared his throat before pronouncing Gerry's diagnosis and medication, “Gerry, you suffer from acute Writobiatics, a condition in which the hunger to write does not subside until the patient unleashes the flood of words on to a sheet; it is incurable and the patient is mostly confined to using the crutch of a pen or a keyboard throughout his life.”

“However,” the doctor added, causing Gerry’s feelings to change from utter disbelief to immense relief, “You can manage the symptoms well if you follow a healthy diet of writing and reading at stipulated times in the day/night, so that the manifestation does not affect your personal life, and additionally, join a writer’s club to learn how other similarly afflicted people cope.” 

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Linking this to the Five Sentence Fiction prompt: Hunger at Lillie Mcferrin Writes.
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After writing this, I happened to Google and found that there is indeed a similar medical condition that exists, called Hypergraphia.

Mr. Murthy

Sharad stood defiantly in the corner of the classroom with his arms crossed tightly over his chest, eyes spewing venom, and his bloodied lip muttering silent curses at his teacher, Mr. Murthy, who had punished him for snatching the snack-box and subsequently getting into a full-blown hand-and-fist war with a classmate during lunch.

As the 10 year old walked nervously into the make-shift counseling -cum-teacher’s room in the small village school, Mr. Murthy sized up the insecure boy who now looked less fierce in his yellow-tinted shirt, hastily patched together at the seam on one side, and worn shabbily over faded under-sized shorts.

Mr. Murthy felt like the wheels of his own life had been reversed as his kind but perceptive questions revealed the unfair, love-shorn childhood of Sharad who having lost his parents to disease was living a difficult life with his uncle’s family; a story uncannily similar to his.

If not for his benevolent foster parents who re-instilled in him the hope and purpose to lead a respectful, honest and principled life, Mr. Murthy could well imagine himself leading a wastrel’s or worse a criminal’s life and for that he was immensely grateful to them.

Years later, Mr. Murthy saw the same gleam of gratitude in the youth's eyes as Sharad sought his Appa’s blessings to start a new life, in his crisp white naval uniform.  

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Five sentence fiction written in response to the prompt: Wheels at LillieMcferrinWrites


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Lost Innocence #FiveSentenceFiction

Ambrose crept behind stealthily, eyes twinkling mysteriously, tip-toeing to where the sand-castle was being constructed laboriously and with a swift movement, his leg toppled the tower over.

He threw back his head in impish laughter as the cascading sand granules set off horrified pearls of tears to roll down pretty cheeks.

Ambrose’s mother ruffled the little boy’s unruly hair in mock anger; her eyes blinded by love for her child could only sense pure innocence and harmless mischief.

Years later, Ambrose’s sadist eyes laughed uproariously as his impudent hands disrobed a terrified, screaming young lady and outraged her modesty.

As the unrepentant Ambrose stood at the gallows, his old mother grieved the misplaced sense of motherhood that had overlooked sparks of deviance disguised cleverly as innocence.


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Five sentence fiction written in response to the prompt: Grief at LillieMcferrinWrites.

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The haunted valley #FiveSentenceFiction

The night of the full moon clad itself with a grey, smoky cover, throwing a muted and dispersed glow over the dark valley that was once inhabited by happy villagers until the fateful evening when a to-be-bride, jilted by her lover, jumped off the cliff to a violent death casting a permanent gloom over the village.

Ever since it was claimed that the girl, clad in her bridal outfit, disheveled hair left open and empty eyes, was seen standing at the edge of the same cliff on every full moon night, inhibiting travelers and natives alike from passing by the route, even as rumours of mysterious deaths in the valley gripped everyone with fear.

Not to be tied down by such superstitions, and with a lustful eye on the petite belle he could claim as his trophy, the village bully took up the bold challenge to drive down alone via the infamous route on a full-moon night at the behest of his inebriated ruffian cronies.

The stillness of the night, the accentuated sound of the steady roar of the two-wheeler, the swishing of the tree-branches as though in a hypnotic dance to an imaginary haunting tune, all added to the dark atmosphere and then all of a sudden there was a loud, screeching sound made by the abrupt halt of the rubber tires at the sight of a white apparition.

At this juncture, the recessed lights zoomed in gradually, and the 70 mm screen flashed the perfectly timed ‘intermission’, stirring the audience from the somber mood, yet keeping them guessing about the concluding part of the movie.

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Five sentence fiction written in response to the prompt: Darkness at LillieMcferrinWrites.


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Career conflict #FiveSentenceFiction #FridayFictioneers

Grace crinkled up her nose. She hated the smell. It made her nauseous.

“You better get used to this. It’s going to be very much a part of your profession” scorned her mother whipping up the froth.

Grace mulled over if she really wanted to take up the profession that her family prided upon for several years now.

The conflict ended as divine aroma filled her olfactory senses even as the cheesecake did a slow and seductive rise in the oven.

“Bring on the eggs. I’m going to be an awesome baker one day!” She declared to her beaming mother.

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Madison Woods
Word count: 100
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Linking this to the 100 word fiction prompt at Rochelle's Friday Fictioneers, and
Five Sentence Fiction at LillieMcferrin Writes for the word prompt: Conflict

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Waiting #FiveSentenceFiction

The greenish-black patterns surfaced on the clean background with utmost ease and perfection, kindling the deep, suppressed emotions in Shikha, pulling the strings of melancholy and quiet anticipation at the same time. 

Boisterous laughter, tinkling bangles, hurried footsteps, hushed gossips, and loud music filled the air with energy sufficient to light up the whole town.

“The darker its colour, the deeper would be the love” teased a voice and Shikha shuddered in déjà-vu as she remembered that fatal day a few years ago when the news of the tragic death of the groom had ruthlessly nipped the peaking romance in the bud.

Will the Henna this time herald the blossoms of lasting love and companionship? Shikha decided to place her faith in her destiny and wait. 

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Five sentence fiction written in response to the prompt: Waiting at LillieMcferrinWrites. 


The treasure hunt #FiveSentenceFiction

The cousins pored with great excitement over the crumpled, brittle, almost yellow parchment, chanced upon the attic of their grandparent’s ancestral bungalow, where they always came together to spend their summer holidays.

“Look, the dotted line starting from the village well, winding its way around a brook near the old house surrounded by coconut groves is surely a clue to a hidden treasure” exclaimed Joshua, the oldest of them all.

Beth, the youngest one with bright blue eyes, who had been throwing sharp glances back and forth, from the tiny window of the attic that overlooked the huge front yard to the tiny map presently fenced by curious eyes, drew in her breath as she realized an obvious link missed by her brothers.

“The treasure could be right beneath us” whispered an excited Beth, elaborating upon her keen observation of the landmarks referred to in the map that strangely coincided with those still present around their grandparents’ home, making it the focal point vis-à-vis the old map.


Their grandpa who stood at the doorway, hidden from their view, chuckled to himself at their fertile imagination, inspired clearly by all the Famous Fives and Hardy Boys collection, his standard gift for each of his grandchildren's birthday every year.


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Five sentence fiction written in response to the prompt: MAPS at LillieMcferrinWrites.


Jack, the pirate

The moon sauntered in and out from the dark clouds, throwing a luminous but eerie glow over the ruins where Jack, sick from fighting the seas, sat on an elevated stone.

The violent storm had turned the sea into a ferocious animal that howled for days together, finally devouring the entire ship and the inmates, save Jack, the ruthless pirate.

Jack wondered a way to get out of the place when a cloaked man appeared from nowhere. The black-robed apparition looked into Jack’s eyes and whispered, “Welcome home”

Jack panicked to realize that his journey had ended at the netherworld.

Image courtesy of the British Library from Roving Jack the Pirate Hunter, published 1867, a romance

Word count:100
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Linking this up to the 100 word story for the photo prompt at the Light and Shade challenge 
and Five sentence fiction at Lillie McFerrin Writes for the word prompt: Luminous

Growing up #FiveSentenceFiction

The waves tickled her feet and the bouncing waters allured her to come closer, enveloping her in a light embrace first, then slowly threatening to swallow her up.

She needn't have worried for he gently wound his arms around and pulled her up in time, gently admonishing and cautioning her to be careful.

Secure in his arms, she loved pushing the limits, exploring her little world bit by bit, and tasting freedom as she challenged every boundary.

Her boundaries widened as she grew older and she was no longer afraid of the waves that might swallow her.

The arms no longer held her back, secure in the knowledge that the wisdom imparted would always serve her as the protective shield.

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Five sentence fiction written in response to the prompt: Secure at LillieMcferrinWrites.

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Fearless #Five Sentence Fiction

He was often reminded of his boundaries and the dangers of going beyond his realm, but he had a mind of his own and wanted to explore the forbidden grounds.

And now he had set his eyes on her and was consumed by the desire to own her, oblivious to the obvious hurdles that lay between him and her.

He would get her today, he thought as he set out fearlessly, taking care not to invite any attention.

He hoped she didn't scream as her eyes remained fixed in horror as he advanced swiftly, but just as he was about to grab her, he heard a scream behind.

“You naughty child, how many times have I told you not to climb the showcase; you could’ve asked me if you wanted that doll!” scolded mama thwarting the toddler's ambitions.
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Written in response to the prompt: Fearless at Lillie McFerrin Writes.

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The masked man #Five Sentence Fiction

The pitter-patter of the rain-drops outside the balcony soon turned into a wailing child. The wind howled and it seemed like a full-blown tantrum.

The masked man laughed at his victim whose cries for plea got drowned in the outside mayhem. He quickly stepped outside, washing away the last traces of evidence.


Sarah felt a sense of pride and victory as she typed out the final stages of her first novella-a suspense thriller- on her laptop.

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The performer- #Five Sentence Fiction

She dazzled in her white suit lighting every dark corner with her sheer presence and power.

With every performance she won a thunderous applause keeping everyone hypnotized and mesmerized.

However, the adulation left her dizzy with pride and she turned ruthless in her way, threatening to quieten anyone who dared to challenge her.

As they say pride goes before a fall and so it happened on a stormy night when she stumbled and fell.

But the great fall did have an unfortunate effect on aspiring lives that got prematurely cut.




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In response to the Five Sentence Fiction Prompt: Dazzles. Check out other dazzling entries here.

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The confinement- Five Sentence Fiction

I spotted her brooding silently in a corner.

She looked divine in pristine white, her large doe shaped eyes looking wistfully at a distant object, her delicate fingers brushing away the stray strand of hair that fell on her cheek.

She hasn’t changed in all these years, I mused, thinking about the time when I secretly loved Dia.

“Talk to her, Krish. Perhaps she’ll respond” whispered Dia’s father, his voice almost pleading.

After her husband’s sudden death, Dia had withdrawn into a shell that no one could penetrate and it was left to me, her oldest and best friend to talk her out of her grief.




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The Rival- A Five Sentence Fiction

Emma slammed the door behind her; her blood-shot eyes brimmed with fresh set of tears. Feelings of shock, disbelief, anger, self-pity and a quiet resolve melted into one another as quickly as milk into water even as the thought of her being replaced unceremoniously sunk in. Her love and trust had been shaken to witness the treachery and she vowed to fight back.

Back inside, the family had gathered to welcome and celebrate the arrival of the new member, fussing over her beauty and delicateness.

With her eyes tightly shut , Emma mouthed a silent prayer, “Dear God, please make mamma and papa take the baby back to the hospital. I didn't want a sister”, and threw a coin into the wishing well.

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In response to the Five Sentence Fiction prompt: Wishes

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