FSF Words Motherhood

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.

The word today is WORDS FROM http://lilliemcferrin.com/five-sentence-fiction-words

Daughter ‘B’ #1

I hold you in my arms my little one and watch as your eyes flutter, your mouth shaped in an ‘o’.

I gaze at your incredibleness and inhale your baby smell.

I envelope your tiny hand amongst my fingers, with a grip so tight you cling, never wanting to release me, I feel the same within.

I will protect you and adore you from this night till end of time and words simply aren’t enough to tell the world you’re mine.

From the moment that your gurgled to your little baby sighs, the word that struck into my heart, is the day that you said mum.

Daughter ‘K’ # 2

 

 

For those wondering yes both girls, both in blue (pale blue) and yes K is wearing what B did 🙂 Hope you enjoy.

I Burn – Five Sentence Fiction

Five Sentence Fiction – Flame.      What it’s all about:     Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week 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: Flame

Thunderous deafening roars, it gallops towards
consuming all in its wake, devil mouth of blazoned red opened to devour.

Blackened skies, smoke filled clouds, ash burns red and hits the ground, heat intense
it seeks me out, unrelenting.

Animals scurry to escape, calling out running frightened, burned or death their only fate
it spares nothing, it forges on unforgiving.

Crosses rivers, crosses roads, it jumps and ducks
and weaves, searching for its prey, it stops at nothing, infiltrates.

I’m left, searching for what I use to be, charcoal black
bare of leaves, suffocated, struggling my death complete
I’ve been swallowed.

 

For the wonderful – 

Five Sentence Fiction Benny & Tinkerbell

It’s time for Five Sentence Fiction, http://lilliemcferrin.com/five-sentence-fiction-whisper/ hosted by Lillie McFerrin.  Each week, a prompt is provided, and you have to pack a punch in a mere five sentences that are inspired by that prompt.  The prompt for this week is WHISPER.

“Oi, Benny, mum is right”.

“I swear Tinkerbell, if you don’t remove that raspy tongue out of my ear….I’ll…..!”

“You really should go the Vet Benny, stop being such a scaredy ca…, sorry dog.”

“I am fine, geez Tinker, haven’t you heard we’re meant to mortal enemies, get your nose out, this don’t feel right”.

“Stop stressin’ will ya, we’re mates, this is for your own good, I’m telling mum to book an appointment, you have way too much canker”.

Five Sentence Fiction Challenge Empty

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

Five Sentence Fiction – Abandoned

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: ABANDONED

I stood, raindrops spilling from my eyes, down my cheek, into my mouth, I watched
you walk away, you thought I would not understand or be able to feel pain, I gripped
his hand, as I listened to your footsteps walk the gravel path, no backward glance.
Don’t leave me, don’t go, my nose began to run, this isn’t hard to do.
I’m three, mummy don’t abandon me… all I want and need is you.

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