Friday Fiction in Five Sentences

In Suspense – Friday Fiction In Five Sentences.

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Silently, he listened to her hum happily, watching as she busied herself in front of the mirror, getting ready to go to work.

He knew she hadn’t heard of Elaine’s death and wondered what her reaction would be?

He had no words to express how sorry he felt that it had come to this, it had only started out as fun and he knew that the next couple of days may possibly change their lives forever.

He doubted that their marriage of twelve years would survive it. He would probably end up in prison if any evidence leads back to him.

The entire suspense made him sick to the pit of his stomach, he wasn’t sure again that he hadn’t left incriminating tell-tale marks.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha


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The Daily Post

Woodlands in Little Oak

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The furry folks of Woodlands in Little Oak
busied themselves gathering with care and gusto,
into the underground went their stash of nuts and berries
for their noses could smell it in the air;
Madam Winter is heading their way.

Have you heard the news Mrs. Owl hooted
to Mrs. CurlyTail Squirrel
as she taught her babies
how to tell the good nuts from the bad ones
before they buried them underground.

Do tell ‘cos I haven’t heard, urged Mrs. CurlyTail.
It’s said that Mother Winter is quite bitter ‘cos
Spry Tornado is having an affair with little Miss Weather
they tried to keep their love underground
alas, the steam they caused came up to air, Mrs. Owl regaled.

You don’t say! Exclaimed Mrs. CurlyTail Squirrel.
I knew something was up with that sneaky Miss Weather.
Did you hear she whispered to Grouch The Badger,
It’s said that little Miss Weather is pregnant,
But no one is sure who is responsible,
For she’s having a sneaky affair with Spry Tornado and Hally Hailstorm.

I never liked Hally, said Grouch The Badger,
He nearly cracked my skull the last time he passed my way,
I had to quickly hide underground from his mean tricks.
Did you hear of the torrid affair, Grouch asked Stink the Skunk?
Tornado, Hally The Terrible and little Miss Weather were caught in flagrante delicto,
by Willy Windy who was on his way to visit, he had an appointment with her.

No wonder! Exclaimed Stink The Skunk to Rasper The Raccoon,
I now understand why Tyler the Lightning,
threw such a hissy fit, that I had to scurry underground and out of his path,
He had his eye’s set on Miss Weather and was on his way to propose to her,
He even had a huge elemental ring with lots of bling.

Soon the undergrounds of Woodlands in Little Oak
was abuzz with the juicy gossip
Each had a version of their tale to tell
and they all eyed little Miss Weather in disdain
They knew Madam Winter would give her the icy treatment
and they waited in anticipation of the showdown.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Underground – The Daily Post


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Friday Fiction in Five Sentences

The Carpet Bomb – Friday Fiction in Five Sentences

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A heavy and wretched cloak of sorrow hung over her, her incoherent mumbles and vacant eyes’ belie the once happy soul that lay within; many believe that she has lost her mind.

For her deeply lined face shows a map of the harsh hand life dealt her and her dejected haunting look, too uncomfortable to look at.

What they forgot was the loss of three healthy sons and her husband to a bomb in the market square.

What they didn’t know was how deeply she loved them and the excruciating pain of missing them.

What they failed to understand was that life’s pleasure was lost to her and each day, she trudged through the rubble praying for another explosion to take away her pain.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha


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Rononvan's Weekly Haiku Challenge

Enchanted…Ronovan writes weekly haiku challenge.

We receive a lovely pair of words “Magic & Stars” for this weeks’ Haiku. Here’s my take on it.

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She listened in delight and rapt attention
eyes shone like little stars
as daddy told magical tales of far-away.

 

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She snuck under the duvet with a torch
the starry night added its magic
as she stole a read during bedtime.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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Short Stories

The Wise One…

Nature wore her splendour in golden tones and everywhere looked so pretty even though our thoughts were heavy at the moment and our demeanours were sombre.

It was Ms. Maisie’s funeral and I simply knew within me that things would never be the same again because no one could be like Ms. Maisie our Sunday school teacher.

Every citizen in our little township had felt the warmth of her neighbourly love and almost everyone turned up to pay their last respects. She taught us more than the beautiful stories of the Bible in this little prefabricated structure  built by the joint effort of the community and for a few minutes, my senses conjured up the delicious whiff of her melt-in-the-mouth butter cookies that she always had in a tin and shared generously.

My eyes drifted out to stare at the yellowing leaves of the Dogwood she had planted years ago and I saw a beautiful, brown Owl perched on the wire fence looking back at me. I’d never seen an Owl in my life and wondered if there was a reason behind this. I knew everyone said that an Owl is the wise one and Ms. Maisie was certainly a wise lady.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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Friday Fiction in Five Sentences

Driven…Friday Fiction in Five Sentences.

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He always ran so fast that everyone marvelled at the fleetness of his feet.

They all thought he was a champion and admired him.

No one had an inkling that he was trying to outrun the demons that taunted him.

He ran, and ran until he could no longer hear their snarling voices.

Once his steps faltered, they came nipping at his heels; he just had to keep running…

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha


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Short Stories

To be a star…

She loved the expansive views from the apartment windows and always stood there to take it all in. A plush apartment in the heart of Manhattan was far beyond her dreams and some days MaryRose woke up expecting to find herself back in the country home where her family had lived for generations.

Eight months of living in the luxury apartment that came with her contract had not diminished her awe of the place and she always looked in amazement at the mega-rich stars who came to the penthouse in their helicopters and fast cars.

Inside, she was just a country girl who got lucky and often enough she felt like a bumpkin next to all the opulence around her.

A flash from a camera startled her. It was the infernal paparazzi in a helicopter and she was sure that the weekend tabloids would be carrying a scintillating headline “MaryRose bares it all.”

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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Short Stories

Jane…

Like clockwork, Chris and Wolf went for their morning jog.  One of the beauties of living close to the seaside was to watch the sunrise and sunsets above the waters. He loved the lifestyle his writing life presented, thanks to the success of his thrillers, though his was a lonely life.

Familiar with Wolf’s beach antics of sniffing at the crabs, digging through washed up debris, he wasn’t’ surprised when his Husky took off in excitement down the beach.

Within minutes, Wolf raced back, his insistent barking aroused Chris’s interest. The mound on the pebbles was an unconscious, female form. He quickly turned her over and administered CPR. She vomited, opened her eye’s for a few seconds and passed out again.

Glad that his home was close by, he carried her to his house to get her warm as quickly as possible and to call for help. Removing her sodden clothing to wrap a blanket around her, he saw the beautiful, antique watch nestled between her breasts and out of curiosity, he lifted the watch and saw the name inscribed at the back. It read, Jane.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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Short Stories

Chunky monkey…

Angelas‘ brisk steps slowed down to shorter strides as she tussled with her mind to stay focused and not to give in to the nudging temptation, but by the time she had walked a few more yards, her taste buds desire gave up on the battle with her mind and she quickly retraced her steps back to funky munky, promising herself all the way that after the treat she would resist future temptations.

Savouring the burst of sweetness that hit her senses, she closed her eyes in delighted appreciation of each sip of the trademark chocolate combo drink and chewy chunks of chunky monkey.

Satisfied with her quick, sneaky indulgence, she silently chastised herself for not sticking to the plan and got up to leave, only for the door to open and Tim her diet partner and husband walked in.

They both stared at each other in chagrin and burst out laughing sheepishly.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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Short Stories

For the first time…

Richie was so excited that his heart literally burst with pride. Finally, not only was he now part of the team, he also scored a winning goal.

For the first time in forever, someone felt that he was good enough to step away from the bench by the sidelines’ where he always sat watching.

Ever since Mr. Pierson became the school coach, his life changed for the better.

He was no longer considered the slow boy, the odd one out, the autistic child who didn’t seem to fit in.

Mr. Pierson was so inclusive and encouraging. He simply brought the best out of his students, which was so unlike the previous coach who never wanted to be bothered with the special needs children.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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