Five Sentence Fiction – Luminous – “Bioluminescence” Rated PG13

Lillie gives us Five Sentence Fiction.  Read mine below, the rest > HERE < Enjoy!!!

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Luminous

“Bioluminescence”

By Scott L Vannatter

Corey had said it was not just a fluke; it was important and it was going to have serious consequences.

Corey had been right; he had not wanted to be; it just was.

A freak mixing of some type of airborne/waterborne chemical leftover with living tissue was the cause and could not be ignored any longer.

It had started: when an organism died, it now began to luminesce; it glowed, and brightly.

Corey looked out at the near-daylight brightness given off by the dead, by the soil the dead went into, and he realized might never see natural darkness ever again.

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Namaste,

Scott

Five Sentence Fiction – “Angles” – 4/18/2013 – Genre: Sci-fi / Humor PG

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.

This week:  Angles

Don’t confuse this with Friday Fictioneers!  That is 100 words from a photo prompt.  Go here for that.  For FSF click on the above pic (after you read my story!).

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Five Sentence Fiction – “Angles” – 4/18/2013 – Genre: Sci-fi / Humor PG

“City of Angles”

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The darkness gathered around the city as the sun dropped below the horizon and brought out the evil side of things.

He was light itself; a beacon unto others who wanted the light back in their lives and the darkness should banish into the nether from which it had come.

He stood tall; his wings unfurled into such beauty that all who saw him cried and bowed; yet, the darkness remained and confusion struck him like a slap.

The young teen walked slowly toward him; her hand reached into a small brown leather bag and withdrew a protractor, which she held up high for all to see; its shine much less, but dispelled the shadows easily.

“You’re dyslexic, Michael, a horrible speller; be gone for I have what this story asked for.”