5 Sentence Fiction Challenge

This weeks prompt is STRENGTH.

Below is my take on the prompt and if you want to read more great five sentence stories follow the link here to find them.
http://lilliemcferrin.com/five-sentence-fiction-strength/

FALLEN

Climate change brought seasons of unpredictability and challenges. The giant green fir was not old, fifteen years at most, but tired. It’s wide reaching branches battered by bullying winds and piercing rain. Its roots deprived of firm soil to grip from the penetrating rainfall and so, exhausted, it fell over. Another victim to the strength of winter’s many storms.
 

WEATHER WARNING

No electricity, no power for television, phone, to cook or to clean. Candles scattered around the house. Dots of light illuminating the dark evening presence. Curtains drawn closed to keep the winds outside yet it still manages to whistle down the chimney. Orange and yellow flames leap to greet it as I pile timber upon timber. The longing for a cup of tea so strong, my mind torments me as to how it tastes, two sugars and a drop of milk.

Alone, the silence of the house annoys me, yet when power will be restored, the TV, the phone, the computer will fill this quiet bubble and then I shall long for silence.

So I sit by my fire, writing by candle-light. Stopping to do some crochet for a change. I am adjusting, I enjoy my own company and allow my thoughts and dreams of past-times to entertain me.

I salute this storm that made me sit and be content in what was another busy day in my life.

RED ALERT

Lightning strikes, silent, without thunder.

Rains tumbling down, spearing this earth.

Winds gushes past, playing monsters at large.

Performance over, stillness descends.

Moves on to another town.  

Five Sentence Fiction.

The prompt for this weeks five sentence fiction is CLUTCH.
Below is my take on the prompt and if you want to read more great five sentence stories follow the link here to find them.
http://lilliemcferrin.com/five-sentence-fiction-clutch/

CLUTCH

Her white crystal studded clutch bag was a present from him, the sharp scissors within it hers. The bag was his way of saying sorry. Sorry he was caught cheating she reckoned. She breathed easier now that she had dealt with the issue and clutched the expensive bag closer to her, its sparse contents surprising if anyone should take a look. Still she would love to see his face when he saw the alterations she did to his designer suits before she left him. 

Happy writing !

Inspirational Dreams

We all dream. Some of us can recall every detail, others not one iota. I'm the former
Where dreams are concerned, I can bring back a dream I enjoyed and continue it! Thankfully I very rarely have an unhappy dream and when I do I take note!!
So being a dreamer, is this a pro for my creative side or does it have any bearing at all?
For me, yes, it is a plus. My latest dream involves a beautiful little baby, wrapped in soft white blankets. The small bundle was sleeping alone snugly on my parents bed. Creeping closer to look at this baby I instantly knew it was a boy and his name was Joseph. What struck me most was the impact it had on me.
I know this baby. I have met this baby, this baby is mine, not one of my four children but another baby. This feeling was so strong it woke me from my sleep.
So who is Joseph? What is his story?
This tiny young man has stayed with me in a strong way. His gentle sleeping face is crystal clear in my mind.
Why was he alone? Why my parents room? Is he an angel from a miscarriage? Has Joseph been abandoned and waiting for me to care for him?
So much to consider. But patience shall play its part and Joseph will no doubt reveal all in his own way.
Happy writing.