What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week the hostess will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.

                                              

 

Smoky, wispy tendrils curled round and round, this way and that, bathing the area in a soft glow of grayness.

Enveloped in this cocoon, the soft tones of a jazz melody from the radio blended with the pur of the engine.

Bobo, a golden German Shepherd, half asleep on the back seat, his characteristic one-eye opened and closed from time to time, settled down for the ride that had just begun.

As the vehicle negotiated the winding tree-lined road, the damp swirling vapour mounted, thickened, hovered above the ground, uncertain and directionless, and finally settled.

Monique shifted the gear, braced herself and, with a purpose borne of stubbornness, guided the vehicle along the treacherous path and into the murky depths of the mountain pass. 

If you could define

Or compare your writing style

To levels of fire…

                                              Leaping and soaring

                                              Flames that engulf and consume

                                              Red hot and intense?

Or a slow steady

Constant flickering, burning

Like a candle flame?

FIRE     

If you would like to find out more about the haiku challenge, go to Jenn's blog.

…and here's the latest weird, whacky and sometimes wonderful words (from the dag's dictionary)…

Earternity – that endless and particularly enervating period of time when you are stuck holding the phone to your ear, waiting for your bank, Internet company, or insurer to actually attend to you.

Cordon blur – the moment, halfway through cooking a recipe, when you blindly add a tablespoon of cayenne pepper instead of the required pinch.

Today is the First Loves Blogfest! Your first movie, first music (song/band,) first book, and first person. Four loves, one blogfest!                                                      

FIRST BOOK

It’s a toss up between the book that left a long-lasting impression on me as a teenager and the book that really ignited my love of thriller/mystery stories.

Anne Of Green Gables has to be the one that did it for me as a teen. I also went on to read most of the books in the series.

Sidney Sheldon’s suspense filled novels often featured determined women who persevered in a tough world run by hostile men. Rage Of Angels is the story that took me on a rollercoaster ride on the edge of my seat. The “dead canary with a broken neck” scenario is one that will stay with me for a lifetime.

FIRST SONG/BAND

This one is very, very difficult… can't really say… maybe a three-way tie…

Earth, Wind & Fire – Fantasy

The Carpenters – Close To You.

Shakatak.

FIRST MOVIE

Although I’m not much of a movie-lover, when we were growing up, there were quite a few movies that made an impression on me

A three-way tie…

A Star Is Born starring the legendary Barbara Streisand.

Saturday Night Fever.

Grease.

FIRST CRUSH

As a teenager, I belonged to a youth group. There was a guy who was popular with the girls and most of the young girls had a crush on him. At an annual party/dance, arrangements were made for him to be my partner (can’t remember the details). Suffice it to say, that never happened…  deep down I knew it was wishful thinking and in a strange way, a part of me felt a sense of relief! I mean, what on earth would a shy, insecure, gawkish girl say to a “sophisticated” somebody.

Fast forward… I happened to see this guy about a year ago… and am wondering what the fuss was all about! There’s nothing to rave about – he’s actually a bland character!

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So there you have it! Though I have to add that these "first loves" are applicable at this moment, and are subject to change, according to change in perception that accompanies the ageing process…

Thank you to Alex J. Cavanaugh for hosting this awesome blogfest!

A hundred roses couldn't compensate for the devastation.

A hundred apologies couldn't erase the pain.

A hundred Lindt chocolates couldn't sweeten the bitter aftermath of betrayal.

A hundred phone calls failed to erase the sound of 'her' voice on his answering machine.

And then the brainwave hit. After a hundred days filled with nerve-wracking moments…

He finally got her to join him in a hot air balloon ride.

Upon the descent to terra firma, the perfect aerial view showcased hundreds of her beloved grade threes who stood erect, row upon row, in perfect formation, to offer the ultimate gift – MARRY ME!

You can find out more about the weekly drabble challenge, hosted by Aheila on her blog: http://thewriteaholicblog.wordpress.com/

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week the hostess will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.

                      

A bare-midriffed flamenco dancer gyrated in response to a Spanish guitarist, grabbing the attention of the throngs, as the festivities reached a fever pitch.

The crowd stomped and cheered as the dancer twirled round and round, castanets clicking feverishly…

In the throes of an ecstatic finale, her animated face contorted and glistened with tiny beaded droplets.

Nobody bothered much with a nearby spectator, who appeared uncomfortable and out of place, a broad grin plastered across his face which failed to reach the steely eyes, veiled by a straw sombrero.

Whistles and jeers carried the momentum forward, propelled the dancer to a frenzied heart-stopping moment… and a shot rang out!