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Five Sentence Fiction – Carolyn – Misunderstanding – Horror Rated R

As Carolyn’s tale winds to a close, I thank Lillie McFerrin at Five Sentence Fiction for this week’s one-word prompt, “misunderstanding“, as it has allowed me to continue my tale in snippets.  Find the entire story in ten parts (the last part, eleven, will be posted next Tuesday night) on Carolyn’s page to the left of this post.  After reading my entry, click > HERE < for the rest of the stories… Enjoy!!!

Five Sentence Fiction

Misunderstanding

Scott L Vannatter

Carolyn pushed the dead night crawler out of the way and ran to Jenny’s aid as the last of the creatures brought his teeth down toward her throat, forcing Carolyn to act on instinct as a mother and protector.

She brought her knife up for the kill strike, but had to get the thing’s teeth away from Jenny so there were no scratches, bites, or other marks which drew blood and could turn the young girl into a night crawler.

She knew she was not going to make it in time and stay safe so she did what she knew had to be done and grabbed the horrid thing by the jaw putting her own hand in its mouth and feeling the teeth sink into her fingers.

Plunging the hunting knife deep into the skull of the creature, Carolyn had to ignore the pain and the blood on her hands as she searched the crying girl’s skin for puncture marks and found none.

Jenny saw the blood and bites on Carolyn’s hand and started screaming, causing Carolyn to calm the girl down and make absolutely certain the teen did not misunderstand; she had to make her know she was not to blame for what was to come.

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Namaste,

Scott

FSF- Five Sentence Fiction – Queen of the Road – Horror – R

Time for Five Sentence Fiction, hosted by Lillie McFerrin.  This week’s word prompt is HIGHWAY.  A five sentence story (in my case, episode) is the goal.  After reading my short serial (and, perhaps, the other two episodes) please continue on to the other entries > HERE < .  Enjoy!!

Queen of the Road

By Scott L Vannatter

11/5/2013

Carolyn did a combination of walking and dragging her tired self down the stretch of highway that used to be full of traffic, but now would allow a person to sleep on the middle line if desired.

She shifted the holster on her hip so the berretta was snugger and did not chaff so badly when she walked; not wearing the gun would be a ludicrous idea.

A slight movement and short noise caused her long-term rhythm to break and the hunting knife slung across her chest flew from its sheath to her hand and she turned to face the danger.

The feral man staggered relatively slowly across the grassy edge of the forest and headed toward her with a jagged step and no soul shining in his eyes.

Carolyn stepped toward the creature and, when close enough, silently moved to the side and brought her blade to bear down hard on its throat, burying the hilt upwards through the brain, before pulling it out and returning quietly to her tired rhythm on the pavement toward the setting sun.

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Episode 1: The Restaurant at the End

Episode 2: Keeping Watch

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Namaste,

Scott

FSF – Five Sentence Fiction – Dance Rated PG13

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Time for FSF – Five Sentence Fiction.  The idea is to use the word prompt (at least, in spirit) to create a 5 sentence complete story.  After reading my entry below, click > HERE < for the rest of the selections.  A big thanks to Lillie McFerrin for hosting this wonderful blog.  Enjoy!

FSF – Five Sentence Fiction – Dancing

Scott L Vannatter

A Hitch in My Get-A-Long   Rated PG13

Scott knew he should have told Karyne about the stroke and the balance problem, so she could; at least, tell him up front in an email that she did not want to see him, instead of making a scene in front of the entire dance joint where they had chosen to meet after the computer match up.

He decided to leave, turning around to make an exit out the back door so no one would notice, figuring he could tell her something tomorrow online where it was safe.

The petite blond hobbled up on the permanent crutches strapped to her arms and looked at him with a smirk.

“Don’t we make a pair?”

Scott leaned over and gave her a hug, thinking that not only was this a better night than he would have thought, but it also showed that honesty all around would be best from the start.

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Didn’t happen, but I think more about that than I used to.

Namaste,

Scott

Five Sentence Fiction – 5/16/13 – Accident – Pg13

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Tommy Renko had lived his entire life with the word “accident” always being the one-word phrase that got him out of any trouble he managed to get into by trying things that should not be tried until tested much more stringently than he usually did.

There was the time he tried to invent a new type of engine fuel from apple rinds and only managed to ignite and burn to the ground his papa’s new hen house, costing the family most of the money sat aside for his college tuition in two years.

Then, there was the college incident in which the frat house had been reduced to ashes and, while no one was hurt, he had been asked to leave by both the fraternity and the college board; what losers.

So, after getting grants in the total amount of $300,000, he was about to set the world on end  by, finally, creating the cheapest, most economical and clean fuel ever conceived by civilization, merely by pulling one lever.

After about 2 seconds of humming, Tommy realized that, not only was he shrinking and that the entire living world was, likely, doing the same, but he could no longer reach the lever and turn off the machine causing the problem, and he really didn’t think that “accident” would cover it this time.

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