Five Sentence Fiction: Memories

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I paced forward with all my strength and ran as fast as I could. But I couldn't have possibly saved my ass, the giant snowball slid down the slope at thrice my speed, engulfing all smaller objects along it's way- including me. 

My Look Up Story

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I wasn't born like most of you reading this post. I wasn't born a child whose parents would be blessed. I wasn't born a child who could create an impact on his world through great speeches, however great my thoughts were. I wasn't a person people would want to listen to. When I started speaking, yes I turned heads, but they only laughed at me. I had a lisp. The sentence you'd take 10 seconds to speak, I apparently took 2minutes to say. And by the end of the sentence, People would actually forget the first part of the sentence! It was disheartening to look at their faces while I spoke.

For, the House

Writing for Friday Fictioneers again, hosted by Rochelle here. 

The smell of antiquity filled my nostrils as I entered my new residence.

"You know the history," my broker had exclaimed, "Everybody who has lived here has turned out to be a legendary writer! Daniel Defoe, Dickens, Christie and most recently, Rowling."

I could be next.

"Yes, you could be!" He read my thoughts. "Sign up for a bright future, now." I bought his house and his tales.

As I now sit at the same exquisite table and write my first piece, I can already feel words coming naturally to me. You might just see my name in this year's bestsellers!

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Here's to our lucky places, lucky houses, lucky pens, lucky days, lucky colors and everything lucky. Here's to the futility of acknowledging luck.   

The butterfly effect

At long last she found that butterfly, reveling its reunion with the garden flowers. Butterflies show semblance to freedom, she had heard. Envious, she carefully grabbed and bottled it, hindering its bond.

"Siya, come on get back to studies", her mom called. Ah, reunions!

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Written for From 15 to 50 prompt by Shailaja V. She's started a new monthly challenge and it's already so much fun! Go pay her a visit.

The Map

Writing for the Five Sentence Fiction prompt- MAPS 

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I thought I knew what 'complete' felt like when he found the map to me, making me smile and laugh and cry and grow under the bubble that covered us.

Now thousand miles apart, spaces have grown in our togetherness.

But mourn not for us, for we found happiness in the drops of the sea between the shores of our souls. 

Last night, he visited, finally holding the map to my body. I think I now know what 'complete' feels like.

                                                      

The un-forked Flintstones

Writing for the Friday Fictioneers again. The photo prompt this week-

Photo courtesy- Mary Gail Stratford

“Mommy, why do we still live in caves?” asked Pebbles.