Five Sentence Fiction – Spoiled – “What a Brat!” Rated PG13 – humorous

Lillie brings us, once again, “Five Sentence Fiction“.  This is a weekly flash fiction challenge in which Lillie provides a one-word prompt and we, the acceptors of the challenge, create a full story in just five sentences based on that one word.  This week’s word is “Spoiled”.  My story is below the picture.  The rest are >HERE<.  Enjoy!!!

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Spoiled

“What a Brat!”

By Scott L Vannatter – March 9, 2015

I got married at 17 because my boyfriend, Sam, wanted to; I got pregnant at 18 because Sam thought it would be cool; I went to work at 2 jobs at 19 because Sam said we needed the money; we are in financial trouble because Sam thought his job was not paying him enough, so he quit.

If I say anything to Sam he ignores me and says I don’t understand; if I say something to his parents, they tell me I don’t love him enough; if I say something to my parents, they want no part of it; If I tell our friends, they tell me I am getting what I deserve.

I told Sam I wish I was smart enough to deal drugs and make all that easy money; I told Sam I wish I was smart enough to run a prostitution ring and have other people do all the work and I make all the money; I told Sam I wish I was brave enough to just kill the bad people who got in my way.

Sam started his new jobs six months ago; I turned State’s evidence last week.

I think I will like my new home in San Diego; I think I will like my new name, too.

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Namaste,

Scott L Vannatter

FSF- Sparks – The Fire of Fury – Horror – R – 01/23/2014

Lilly McFerrin, once again hosts Five Sentence Fiction, the place in which writers create a five-sentence stand alone story from the one-word prompt.  This week Sparks is the word prompt.  After reading my entry below, please click > HERE < for the rest of the stories.  Enjoy!!!

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FSF – Sparks

The Fire of Fury

By Scott L Vannatter

The night crawlers came out of nowhere and headed straight toward Carolyn and Billy as they walked down the dirt road toward the next small town.

Since the death of Jordan, Billy’s father, Carolyn had sworn protection to the boy and two of the infected were not going to change that; however, when two more stepped out of the bushes, she was less sure of the outcome.

Carolyn ran with Billy in tow, but the boy had fallen earlier that day and could not move fast enough and Carolyn could not carry him more than a couple dozen yards.

She decided to save her strength and face them now, so the hunting knife flashed and flicked as three attackers dropped to the ground.

Carolyn turned to face the last attacker and sparks flew as she saw the fourth night crawler on top of Billy, its mouth open and moving toward the child’s throat.

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Namaste,

Scott

FSF – Five Sentence Fiction – Determination – 10/24/13 – Strength of Will – Rated PG

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Five Sentence Fiction – Determination

Oct 23, 2013 ~ Hosted by lillie

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I 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.

Please read my entry below, then click —-> Here <—- for the rest of the entries.  Enjoy

This week: DETERMINATION

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FSF – Determination

“Strength of Will”

By Scott L Vannatter

Joel stood precariously on the rock, stretching as full as he could until his fingertips just reached the edge.

He strained harder, sweat pouring from his entire day’s efforts in surmounting this obstacle, and by curling his hands into near talons, he gripped the surface and began the slow exhausting pull to a position in which he could bring his legs and feet into a play of friction and push himself up.

Once that new position had been achieved, Joel began the slow ascent up the high angled surface until he reached the summit and could stand proudly surveying the entire region around him.

“Joel Chion get down from there right now!”

Joel looked at his Mom with some disdain, knowing that the shed was off-limits and his seat would take a beating for it.

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Namaste,

Scott

FSF – Five Sentence Fiction – 7/5/13 – “Flight”: PG13

Five Sentence Fiction – Flight

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June 27, 2013 ~  hosted by  Lillie McFerrin

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I 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:  Flight

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“Nevermore”

Johnathan stood on the edge of the mountainous precipice and stared into the mist-filled morning air; his mind thinking about all that could happen and all that might happen, but his enthusiastically hoped-for energy overcame his depressive what-if energy and he dove headfirst off the rocky edge toward the ground far below.

In the few seconds he accelerated toward whatever fate now had in store for him, his mind pictured, not his mother or father, not his sister, not even his on-again-off-again lover, Stella, but the craggy, worn-out visage of the lady at the fair, backstage, who had taken his hundred for a small, smelly bottle of ill-colored viscous material.

She had continued to instruct him on how the virginal attempt would have to go in order to succeed and he had tried to think of a less fatal method and failed; so, now, he looked at the fast approaching grass-covered ground with the intention of ignoring it and concentrating on the phrase and image the old hag had mandated he focus on.

His body jerked and bent almost in half as he came within a couple of yards of impact before twisting and shooting like an arrow above the ground; the pain was strong and the stress was nearly overwhelming, but he held onto the thought, twisting yet again to miss a large trunk in his path and maneuvering with a look higher into the air.

His mind screamed at him; reality tried to tame him, but he knew in his being that he could now fly; the thought made him smile until the pain overtook his senses and, falling, awoke to scream again, but only a squawk issued forth from his mouth, now turned beak.

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Namaste,

Scott