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Five Sentence Fiction – Flight – “Liftoff” PG13 – Sci-fi

Lillie gives us Five Sentence Fiction.   Prompt is “flight.”  My story is below; the rest are > HERE < Enjoy!!!



By Scott L Vannatter

Cameron pulled back on the throttle as he moved several other switches and adjusted a dial or two, and the motor purred, then sputtered, then popped, and stopped completely.

“Dang it!” he yelled as the techie crew surrounded the craft and began twisting, turning, and maneuvering several dozen parts and gadgets on the vehicle.

He went through the same routine as before with the switches, dials, and throttle, smiling as the craft behaved and lurched forward running faster and faster until it achieved flight.

Cameron soared over canyons, twisted through mountain passes, and skimmed over vast plains.

Anywhere else this would not seem quite the task, but here on Mars, the first flight made by man using a craft built on the planet would burst the Internet lines when the transmission reached home.





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



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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