Saturday, 10 May 2014

Five Sentence Fiction - Doors

I've been captivated by this weeks Five Sentence Fiction, but by the prompt word rather than the picture, which is rare for me, as I tend to combine both. This is what it gave me.

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She thumped her fist against the rock face, frustrated that it wouldn’t budge; she was tired of standing out on this precipice with nowhere to go, desperate for salvation.

She had hoped and prayed and begged for a door to appear; it didn’t matter where it led to, as long as it got her out of here, out of this empty nothingness overlooking an abyss she’d almost fallen into once already.

She could see the outline cut into the rock, but it was barely a centimetre deep.

She screamed in frustration, knowing it meant there was still work to do, that she still had to wait, that it wasn’t time yet.

She stamped her foot and chided herself; if only she’d taken a different path, there might have been a door waiting for her.



  


10 comments :

  1. Love this Miranda. Powerful stuff x

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  2. Great sense of peril and I love your opening sentence! Like Susi said: powerful.

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  3. Love this piece, the desperation, danger and fading hope in a gripping read. x

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  4. Love this, as Lizzie said the desperation shone through, poor soul, hope she doesn't have long to wait.

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  5. "she was tired of standing out on this precipice with nowhere to go, desperate for salvation" and "that she still had to wait, that it wasn’t time yet". AWESOME!!!!

    D.B. McNicol
    Romance & Mystery...writing my life

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  6. Wow, thanks for all your comments, I'm glad you liked it.

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  7. I could feel her frustration and helplessness! Great piece! Aditi

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