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Five Sentence Fiction: Bewitched...



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: BEWITCHED


  1. 'Aw, but school fairs are so lame, mum!' Carter's whiney voice betrayed his hint of a fuzzy moustache and long gangly adolescent frame.
  2. 'Do it for your sister, mate. This gymnastics performance is something she's worked so hard on for months and now she'll have a real audience to watch her perform, so suck it up and come for her sake.'
  3. Carter rolled his eyes in his head and flounced to his bedroom to play music too loudly in protest.
  4. The performance went off without a hitch but Carter didn't see it from his vantage point at the back of the gym behind all the adoring parents and the giggly gaggles of little girls all wishing they were his sister.
  5. Carter couldn't take his eyes of the young woman with the long dark hair standing at the door receiving payment for the 50 cent show; the tall, slender newcomer to town who had taken over Mrs Herch's prep class and was standing there laughing while her perfume wafting on the spring breeze coming through the door - school fairs had their redeeming qualities after all.

Comments

claire said…
I thought this was hilarious. Typical adolescent boy!
Lillie McFerrin said…
I liked this so much! Great take on bewitched :)
I posted mine before I read this - funny how adolescent boys come to mind in relation to this word!
I really enjoyed this story - found the last sentence a little long? - perhaps 2and 3 could be blended and 5 split?
Kate
Meg Dunley said…
I agree, a great take on "Bewitched", such an awkward age. I also found the last sentence a little too long but I think you have really captured the feel of the adolescent so well. I could see how this could become part of a bigger piece of work. Great work xx Meg

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