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Five Sentence Fiction – Wheels – “A Body in Motion” – Rated PG13 – Humorous

Lillie and her prompts!  Five Sentence Fiction offers another week of flash fiction.  Mine is below, the rest are > HERE < Enjoy!!!

Five Sentence Fiction – Wheels

“A Body in Motion”

By Scott L Vannatter September 22, 2014

“Load the cannon, shoot the cannon; load the cannon, shoot the cannon!” thought private Clearmont as he filled the monstrosity with both powder and a 16 pound iron ball.

It was bad enough that the other two soldiers helping him had run off, but this was his first time at really firing one of the things.

He had pointed the contraption in the general direction and allowed for distance to the enemy’s front line.

He stood behind the cannon and lit the fuse, too late remembering that there needed to be blocks behind the wheels when firing this far.

As the cannon shot backwards with the blast and he felt his body lifting through the air, all he could think of was that he was a private and they could not bust him down any farther.

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Namaste,

Scott

Flash Friday – An Early Loss – 350 words – PG – Suspense

This is a special week for Flash Friday.  This is a one-year blogaversary for Rebekah Postupak.  Read all about it on the site.

After reading my entry below (based on the photo prompt and must be exactly 350 words) click > HERE < for the rest.  Enjoy!!!

Dragon of Halong Bay (Vietnam). Photo by LoggaWiggler.

I am not loving the entry I made for this contest.  However, I will say this.  The stroke does funny things with my memory and I forgot that this entire week was to be devoted to the contest.  I have had it in my subconscious, but didn’t actually do anything until I remembered tonight at 11:31pm!  Deadline is, of course, midnight.  So, while it is not my best, it does work with the prompt and is exactly 350 words and was done in 19 minutes.  That is a very small source of pride to me.  Please honestly let me know how I did.   Scott

An Early Loss
By Scott L Vannatter
350 Words @SVBookman

The boat pulled to the left, then to the right, fighting the current until the oarsmen got it back under control. The twelve men showed their sinews and muscles as they flexed again and again to pull the long oars. Two men to each oar with three on a side managed to move the boat at a fair pace. These were not slaves as was usual for the Viking longboats. These men were warriors taking turns working the craft so as to hold as many fighters in the boat as possible.

There were forty men above board and all were a bit restless. The sergeant or commander at arms stood sternly at the very front of the vehicle staring into the light morning fog as they approached the island. He knew more than most what type of enemy they would face today. The natives to this area were vicious brutes who would not think twice about eating any man they captured. Of all the ways to die, he did not relish the idea of that one.

He called down to the men, asking for volunteers to take a scouting boat to shore. Six men jumped up and he chose four. He had his brother lead, knowing he had good sense and bravery to match.
The small force took to the boat and it disappeared into the fog. The sergeant watched for a signal and smiled as a lit arrow sailed well over their heads. They had made it safely ashore. Now came the waiting.

It seemed days, though it was only hours before the group returned. The sergeant’s brother informed him that the area had been recently cleared of people. He said all evidence stated that they had simply run away.

The long boat landed about twenty minutes later and the entire group followed the sergeant into the last vestiges of the mist. He led them confidently, though inside his head he doubted what they would find.

He signaled for them to return to the ship. As they turned, the war cries came from three directions and a massacre ensued.

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Namaste,

Scott

FSF – Five Sentence Fiction – 6/13/13 – “Home” PG

Five Sentence Fiction – Home


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June 13, 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:  Home

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FSF-Five Sentence Fiction

By Scott L Vannatter

6/12/13

Home

Jacob had settled on the bus, refusing anything else, using the hours to prepare himself for whatever might come along.

Alicia had never approved of his “service”; she felt he could have served his country at a desk without having to take the life of anyone else; he knew he needed more; they had fought the night he had left and had not spoken much since.

Almost four years was a long time; he missed her but had sent a message last week saying he would be there tonight and would leave if that’s what she wanted; his heart was heavy, but he still believed in what he had done, why he had been there.

The bus stopped in his small town’s station and he stepped down, looking for her, but trying not to; she was there, all three children in tow, tears streaming down her face.

She ran to him, taking him by the only arm he had left and hugged him tightly, her words slowly sinking in as she said, “That little girl you saved from the bomb got to go home, and I am so glad you did, too.”

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Namaste,

Scott

Five Sentence Fiction – 5/31/13 – “Desolate” – “Apocalypse” Rated PG13

Five Sentence Fiction – Desolate


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May 31, 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:  Desolate

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“Apocalypse”

He stood in the midst of the shambles which had been The White House;  It wasn’t as bad as the rest of the country;  No one won this war;  Everyone lost, and it was anger and fear that started it.

The US, China, North and South Korea all were perched on the brink with other squabbling countries scattered across the globe; it wasn’t going to take much, and it didn’t.

Iraq had managed to sneak one small nuke to South Korean soil and send it to the capital where it wrecked havoc and had North Korea blaming the US for supplying the bomb arsenal to its enemy.

China sided with North Korea, so when the small country sent its payload toward the US, China sent theirs, and the US responded in like; no thoughts, only anger and fear.

The worst, he thought as he looked over DC, was that both large countries had revamped their guidance systems to target the biggest populations instead of military targets, though they got theirs too, and the result had destroyed so much and so thoroughly that the billions had been reduced to thousands: desolation complete.

Five Sentence Fiction – Prompt: Words

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 weekWords

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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In a Word: Armageddon

It had been scary, then exhilarating, when people discovered that Frank Herbert had been right: words did carry physical power; they could kill or destroy.

The wars started with those who would rule the world sending armies yelling hateful words at a city or at armed forces, and the energy generated by the awful words would level the field, destroying everything in its path.

No one knew what to do; it seemed that the entire earth was going to be decimated and overrun by the mongers of hate and destruction.

Then, one city stood firm and resisted totally the full efforts of the enemy, and their methods were copied by the free and good world.

The enemy’s full destructive force was nullified totally by the thousands of people in the city who had banded together in hope and were singing joyfully at the tops of their lungs; the world would be saved, once again, by love.

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Namaste,

Scott

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