Thursday, 27 December 2012

5 sentence fiction Endings

Endings  5 senetence fiction

I've definitely caught the writing bug now as here is a 5 sentence fiction entry which I may adapt for day 4 rebirth in the 12 days of Christmas blog hop. Hope you like and sorry it's been a while. xxx

It wasn’t the end but the beginning, the start of a new life; that’s what she had been taught so why did she still cling on to the last threads of life? Her teachings and meditations had prepared for this moment and her soul was ready for the next chapter but was she?
So many questions filled her tired mind but then he was there, in her head, her heart, reminding her what was to come as he patiently waited for her to return so to continue on their journey; cruelly brought to an abrupt end when he had been taken away twenty years before.  

Only her death now could restart the journey; a new place, time, body but the soul always there, her constant, her being, her essence to finish what was meant to be with her Tom.
She looked to her wedding ring on her frail hand, never removed since the day Tom placed it upon her finger and she smiled knowingly as her eyes closed, her breath shallow, but she was now ready as it wasn't the end but only the beginning. . .  
What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week Lillie 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

#12 Days of Christmas Blog Hop

Day 3 Music

 Winter's Song
The winter set in, as bleak and dark as any other, and like every winter, the village closed its doors at the setting of the winter sun. Fear wrapped itself around every adult as they tucked their children into their beds for the night. Stillness descended.

Natan lay awake, staring into the pitch black. And then he heard it. He strained his ears. The gentle tinkling sound filled the night. It was enchanting and Natan crept out of bed towards the darkened window. Nothing stirred but the tinkling of bells seemed to be right outside. Against all warnings, Natan opened the door. The crunching of the snow magnified in the silent night but still Natan walked, following the bells, not feeling the bitter wind that whipped his skin, not feeling the cold, wet snow on his bare feet that were turning blue. All he felt was his heart beating in tune with the tinkling bells; a winter symphony joining his bitter march.

Soon the village was far behind, his tracks nowhere to be seen with the fresh fall of snow. A tender voice began to serenade through the wind as the bare trees thrashed their branches against Natan’s skin. But all he felt was the warmth of the music.

Finally, Natan found himself standing in a great hall.

“Thank you for joining me. I do get lonely up here.” An icy voice penetrated deep into Natan.   

“Where am I?” He shivered, feeling the bitterness of the night.

“Surely your parents told you about me? Warned you not to open the door, not to follow the bells and the singing?”

“I want to go home.”

“My dear child, you are home.” Natan stared and noticed ice statues standing around the room. He felt a coldness pierce his heart as he stiffened and realised too late he was to become another permanent ice fixture of the palace. . .


Thanks to Inky fingers herself, Ruth and Jar of Fireflies for hosting. xxxx

#12 Days of Christmas Blog hop

Day 2 Love
The First Gift of Christmas

      Ruth remembered the day well. She never believed in love at first sight, thought it was made up for people who confused lust with love in the regret of the morning after. But a shopping trip to New York changed all that. She met Nick. Their hands touched as they both reached for the same scarf, both pulled away sharply until they looked into each other’s eyes. There wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling, no embarrassment. They smiled, decided to go for a coffee and forgot about the scarf.
      Ten years later, Ruth carefully wrapped a cashmere scarf for her husband Nick as he was getting ready for work.
“I wish you didn’t have to wear that” Ruth huffed, not hiding her annoyance as Nick pulled on his uniform. It added pounds to him; hiding his lean frame in the ill fitting suit.
“You say that every time.” He kissed her. She stroked his soft clean shaven face, nuzzled herself into his neck.
“I have something for you.” From under the pillow, Ruth pulled out a golden package and handed it over.
“Aren’t I supposed to give the first gift of Christmas?”
“And aren’t you supposed to be fat with a real white beard?”
“True.” He opened the package and his face broke into a grin. “Just what I wanted.” The scarf wrapped beautifully around his neck before it was completely covered up by the false beard. “How do I look?” Her handsome, trim Nick was no longer recognisable under all the red and white but the twinkle in his eyes was still there just as it was ten years ago when they first met. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
       Ruth didn’t mind sharing her husband for one night with the rest of the world, after all it was Christmas.


Thanks to Inky fingers herself, Ruth and Jar of Fireflies for hosting. xxxx

Wednesday, 26 December 2012

#12 days of Christmas Blog Hop

Day 1 Snow
Playing with Snow
A fresh blanket of crisp, white snow smothered the land as far as the eye could see. Laura pressed her nose against the coldness of her window; the circle of footprints she had made only last night now a foot under the cotton candy carpet. Sighing heavily, she tumbled back into the warmth of her bed. Yet another day of digging the driveway, another day of children throwing snowballs and building more snowmen, turning into a snowman army in every field and garden.

The weather was the news and had been for the past seven days of constant snowfall during the night. Shelves were bare, goods were not reaching towns and all Laura’s Christmas deliveries were stuck somewhere in transit. With Christmas Eve only tomorrow, panic was putting it mildly. There had been nothing like it; ever. The whole country from the tip of Cornwall to the northern tip of Scotland was covered in snow, with no end in sight. It seemed like the end of the world as all theories and prophecies were thrown around carelessly like confetti, but no real explanation given.

Laura opting for the radio until the ironic ‘Dreaming of a White Christmas’ came on. Angrily, she launched it in to the garden where it disappeared into the deep snow with a dull thud.

“Are you satisfied now?”

“Guess so Father. Humans are weird yet wonderful. I never tire of playing with them” Jadis replied as she stared below at her winter wonderland creation and Laura cursing towards the skies.

“They do make it easy for us Jadis. But remember what they wish for isn’t necessarily what they want.”  Jadis understood her wise father and waved her arm elegantly over her wonderland creation and watched intently as her snow disappeared without even leaving a puddle.

Thanks to Inky fingers herself, Ruth and  Jar of Fireflies  for hosting. xxxx