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Five Sentence Fiction: Horror...


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 inspiration word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just take your inspiration from that word. 

This week’s inspiration word is: HORROR

So, okay, I don't write horror in the sense of throats being torn out, or drug addled teenagers feasting on each others intestines (yes, that was in an episode of CSI many years ago - delightful!)... So, I thought I'd write a different kind of horror...

Horror

With no small amount of self-satisfaction, Samara watched the girls ahead of her ascend the stairs to the catwalk, her moment was finally here and she had fought tooth and nail make it happen.

Nancy was still laid up in ICU and no one could explain how a prawn got into her low fat, no sugar chocolate mousse at the show launch the night before.

Liza's stilletto heel has broken only ten minutes earlier leaving the breathtakingly beautifully brunette with an ankle the size of an orange - that was a close call!

Samara stepped up onto the catwalk and sashayed her way down, did a turn and a cheeky wink at the photographers and then back to the change room in a cloud of elation.

She was met with peels of laughter and told her dress was tucked into her undies - but the designer, Riglio, was not laughing, 'You stupid, bitch! You can't dress yourself? You will never work again! Do you hear? Never!'

Comments

Lillie McFerrin said…
Oh my, what a cutthroat profession :) Awesome take on the prompt. Love the ending!!!
Car said…
All that work only to show her backside - oh the horror! Very clever take on the prompt, I really liked it!
that's great - reminds me of the shenanigans ( had to use that word again) in Black Swan (not that I overly enjoyed the movie). Very good!

PS thanks for the headsup re my link - all fixed now
kate
Sif said…
Thanks guys :D!

SD,NG - I haven't seen Black Swan (other than in the cooler cabinet at the supermarket!), all descriptions so far have suggested to me that I'd be quivering mess before it was up!
claire said…
This piece made me laugh. Oh, I know it is horrible to laugh at those poor models, but the prawn and the ankle that was an orange. It was a little funny. I loved that it was creative. Nice job!
Eloise said…
hahahaha, loved it!!!! I've always been terrified of that happening to me!

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