What it’s all about: 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: EMPTY
like the vase that holds no flowers
the bottle of scotch in the bin
the photo frame that held the happy picture
the photo I tore away, that was encased in wood
A nothingness remains…’empty’ like the tree stripped of its leaves
For Five Sentence Fiction
Ramblings From A Mum 
I love how you describe what empty means to you in so few words.
Thanks Bo – I saw the word and this is what happened. Sometimes it works..sometimes not – appreciate what you said though 🙂
but a tree blooms again.. nicely said and expressed
that it does lovely…that is does…thank you xx
I first read this as 5 word fiction so..
alone, i dragged for squirrels
or
george bush wins election honestly
but 5 sentence fiction?
today i dropped my trousers
on the tube
but there was no screaming police or anger
as i was
carrying them home from the dry cleaner at the time
thanks.
Hi Nick, have you linked this to the site Five Sentence Fiction?
I dont know what you mean?
I love it, northernmalewhite!
Thank you Ross for your visit and your comment, very much appreciated for both 🙂
Nick were you entering the Five word Fiction Challenge? I do not run this site and your response above seems like a submission of yours for it?
Hey. I’m nominating you for a versatile blogger award. Good for you!
Well hello and thank you – I ‘partially’ accept Awards – stay tuned for my thank you post 🙂
I have feelings like that towards inanimate objects so I loved this. xx
Thank you Merby girl appreciated xxx
tis very sad Mumsy. *hugs*
Um thank you sweety , thankfully nothing that I am experiencing. xxx
🙂
Short, sweet, powerfully packed, and that lingering ending and image of the tree. Well done.
Thanks Ross very much 🙂
Nothing prepares you for it.
Eighteen years or more spent nurturing, worrying, teaching, and loving.
Clothes, shoes, books, and stuff you can’t even identify is everywhere you look.
Before you know it, they decide to grow up and leave the house.
Empty.
Ah Beck that was good 🙂 but also 😦 as I know what you say. Submit to the site and join the throng 🙂 xxx
Beautiful.
Thank you Kyred 🙂 x
Very tangible emptiness.
Thank you Ann – yes everyday objects bringing loss and emptiness – thank you for your comment and visit. x
Instead of ‘happiness’ you could’ve said ‘happy’. Other than that, it was great!
You know something you are right – and I have amended – it flows better – thanks for the critique and visit LW2. Appreciated. 🙂
Awesome. 🙂 No worries.
🙂
Loved your poetic imagery.
Thank you so much, I am glad my writing pleased you, appreciate your visit and your lovely comment.
I thought this was a great technique – all those images creating a sense of a narrative. Nicely done!!
Gabs hello! I thank you kind lady, just a few wee words, after I had written I thought of another line…perhaps another post. Sometimes I am so ‘all over the shop’ with what I intend to write and what actually comes out 😦 xxx
Pingback: Empty | angieinspired
Such lovely imagery. Poignant, yet not sad.
Welcome Jayne and thank you for taking time to comment. I thank you.
Simple, yet powerful.
Thank you so much Lauren for commenting and popping over.
I have felt the emptiness of nothing left, and you’ve described it simply and so very well!
Josie, personally? I am so very sorry for your loss.I thank you for saying such lovely words though and hope it wasn’t too upsetting, for I did not mean to intentionally upset anyone with what I wrote.
Short, sweet, to the point, very emotive.
Thank you Lizzie very much.
I love when FSF is written so poetically!!! This is such beautiful writing and there are so many layers held in such a short space. Wonderful!
Lillie bless ya’ appreciate what you have said and stopping by. x
I admire the way you say so much in so few words. I love the imagery conjured up by those first two lines – of vase and scotch bottle. Very powerful.
He use to bring her flowers, now all she does is drink to banish the pain..I guess that’s what I was thinking of. Thank you Sarah for popping in and commenting- appreciated.