Five-Word Fiction

Five-Word Fiction

   

  By

   

  AK Dawson

  Copyright © AK Dawson 2011

   

  No entry.

  ‘Let’s go in.’

   

  Fingertips already raw, she chewed. 

   

  Ice cream falls. World ends. 

   

  "Do you love me?"

  "No."

   

  Returned home with a beard. 

   

  One day we will die. 

   

  You have to forgive me.

   

  His priorities changed on Thursdays.

   

  The blind painter gave all. 

   

  ‘Hurry up.’

  ‘Why?’

  ‘Band’s starting.’

   

  His face was a contraceptive. 

   

  Son, you're not my son. 

   

  Disappointment painted over with smiles.

   

  His people were the dregs. 

   

  No sleep. Worrying. Planning. Promising. 

   

  Bryan wore a quirky tie.

   

  Nothing is impossible, except escape.

   

  I don’t need no negativity.

   

  CAN YOU TURN IT DOWN?

   

  His story ended in London.

   

  The top brass were unimpressed. 

   

  No losers. Only ‘not winners’.

   

  Warning: Trespassers will be welcomed.

   

  Pilot drunk and passengers sleeping.

   

  Don’t be late, it’s pancakes.

   

  Dead goldfish staring at me.

   

  Please, tell me you wax.

   

  Veronica was famed and shamed.

   

  ‘Wait.’

  ‘What?’

  ‘I miss you.’

   

  Doesn’t play well with others.

   

  He coughed. ‘Where’s my pipe?’

   

  Your back will betray you.

   

  Tim preferred pain to pleasure.

   

  C#, her note of bitterness. 

  Another surprise attack from management.

   

  We don't know. Do you? 

   

  Newspapers warped his impressionable mind.

   

  That there's my worm pit.

   

  All joined hands in 'celebration'. 

   

  ‘Am I weird?’ 

  ‘What?’ 

  ‘Weird.’ 

   

  His silence said it all. 

   

  They called him The Healer.

   

  You gave it a name?

   

  You repulse me, my love. 

   

  Marco definitely plucks his eyebrows. 

   

  Desk lamp. Battery. Pliers. Detainee. 

   

  How can you hate puppies?

   

  I plan to be spontaneous. 

   

  'You a fence?'

  'Who's asking?' 

   

  Being lied to hurt most. 

   

  Parachute failed. Final seconds. Regrets.

   

  My wasp is good natured.

   

  Screaming around me were kids. 

   

  Alone. Rain outside. Duvet. Book. 

   

  Errands defined who we were.

   

  Desperation for Men: always available. 

   

  Last night I forgot her.

   

  The dress code was sloppy.

   

  Tex slept through the gunfight.

   

  They planned to start magazines.

   

  You. Don't. Own. My. Body.

   

  Joe's photographs? Solely of buildings.

   

  He vowed to return someday.

   

  The kettle came to life.

   

  Gnomes squat in her garden.

   

  Trodorian lives in a fantasy.

   

  Her beloved books were confiscated.

   

  My mother says you're trouble.

   

  Is that a spy plane?

   

  'Thompson?'

  'Present.'

  'Anderson?'

  'Ill.'

  'Again?'

   

  Jupiter is made of bacon.

   

  She arrived with a swirl.

   

  Your limousine is ready, dickhead.

   

  ‘Do I look fat?’

  ‘Help.’

   

  The children's names were Shakespearean.

   

  He couldn't escape his career.

   

  Last night I was attacked.

   

  Impact is imminent. Make love.

   

  Rudimentary cooking skills we're stretched.

   

  Do you believe in ghosts?

   

  His favourite films were unwatchable.

   

  Professionalism ended when she arrived.

   

  Fallen over. Can't get up.

   

  Destroy your brain with drugs.

   

  Our teacher had a history.

   

  The shouting match ended yesterday.

   

  The dog wouldn't leave him.

   

  ‘Wet your whistle?’

  ‘Eh?’

  ‘Drink.

   

  Hello? Anybody there? Hello? Hello?

   

  Can we start again, please.

   

  He confused right and left.

   

  Walls don't hinder, they define.

   

  Dogs tore off both legs.

   

  Happily ever after might happen.

   

  Your neighbours really are spying.

   

  Yesterday was identical to today.

   

  The mirror lied to her.

   

  Why do chocolates call me?

   

  Riding a dragon chaffs everywhere.

   

  My village is very remote.

   

  Colleen: needs books and coffee.

   

  The mascot collapsed from exhaustion.

   

  The king died from gluttony.

   

  He constantly talked about France.

   

  The prisoner exchange was informal.

   

  Golf widow? She adores solitude.

   

  He drank through a straw.

   

  Dubious delights in that tent.

   

  My only advice is abstinence. 

   

  The universe makes me wonder.

   

  Skateboards aren't just for kids.

   

  The twins plotted without speaking.

   

  Eleven a.m. and he's sleeping
.

   

  Cause of death: unknown. Murder?

   

  Wow, you have a blender.

   

  This is my bike, thief.

   

  'Does it hurt?'

  'Always.'

  'Good.'

   

  Lose money: ask me how.

   

  In the garden of biscuits.

   

  We have drawn no conclusions.

   

  The butler did it. Again.

   

  The jury couldn't face him.

   

  Sold his soul for competency.

   

  The prisoner sabotaged our engine.

   

  Her opinions, no longer hers.

   

  Stourosky built machines with feelings.

   

  I'll never betray my country.

   

  She laughed at his accent.

   

  Mother Bear roared her displeasure.

   

  Blinded, he lashed out. Nothing.

   

  His tell was a twitch.

   

  She told him her secret.

   

  Give me your money. Please.

   

  Handshake. Their animosity forgotten. Temporarily.

   

  The dream projector malfunctioned yesterday.

   

  Abandon hope at this school.

   

  He sought solace in jazz.

   

  The hamlet celebrated Saturnalia early.

   

  Witches gathered. She was judged.

   

  Baby, don't cry. I'm sorry.

   

  You think you're so special.

   

  The walk into town killed.

   

  Electricity ran eye to eye.

   

  Sudden, violent, painful, regretful love.

   

  The critics united in disagreement.

   

  Their team cheated to lose.

   

  Now arriving: a fat aeroplane.

   

  I gave 100%. Failed spectacularly.

   

  Psst, wanna buy a house?

   

  Swinging her handbag at him.

   

  Her character was diamond hard.

   

  Shoes piled under her bed.

   

  Jimmy built bikes for students.

   

  She tore his heart out.

   

  You're Shane is misbehaving again.

   

  Guilt is our national inheritance.

   

  The family stopped eating together.

   

  Gleefully, he ripped into it.

   

  Her eating habits are suspect.

   

  Where are my glasses? Ah!

   

  Suicide? Bullet’s in his back.

   

  His eyes. Needs more sleep.

   

  Crying. Real tears this time.

   

  Gladly, she became her mother.

   

  All this was once new.

   

  Everything around her was terrifying.

   

  He washed his feet religiously.

   

  Life measured in fridge magnets.

   

  She was there to kill.

   

  He read comics to impress.

   

  Tears accompanied the family reunion.

   

  Steroids inflated his sporting aspirations.

   

  For freedom! For love! Bah.

   

  …survived by her two ferrets.

   

  Francis switched off the TV.

   

  She couldn’t explain the agony.

   

  Old friends? Lovers, more like.

   

  Your first pretzel lingers forever.

   

  They bonded in the sauna.

   

  His new skin stapled on.

   

  She opened the window. Sunshine.

   

  Squash just wasn’t Darren’s game.

   

  Swamp. Cave. Plain. River. Exploration. 

   

  He caught religion in Varanasi.

   

  Randall’s autobiography disappointed his wives.

   

  Take my hand, I’m falling.

   

  ‘You peed everywhere.’

  ‘Woof!’

  ‘Bad!’

   

  Art broken, he ran away.

   

  Bodies lay everywhere. Nice beach.

   

  His phobia was buffet breakfasts.

   

  The clown had prison tattoos.

   

  Darren resorted to soft drugs.

   

  Time was measured in cigarettes.

   

  Her bra was my Normandy.

   

  Joy, weighed down by tears.

   

  Rory was addicted to gherkins.

   

  Chess tore into his ego.

   

  Blow apart. Reassembled. Forever damaged.

   

  His unrequited hate destroyed him. 

   

  Party? It was just me.

   

  Booze and fags v.