Don’t Let Them

This weeks Five Sentence Fiction was right up my alley, and I probably cheated a little with commas instead of periods, but I probably could have written a dozen more with this weeks word: DARKNESS

 

“It’s been twelve weeks kid,” Jonah Resh said, begging to his son in frustration, “Twelve weeks since we moved here, and twelve weeks I have given in and kept every light in the house on, I’m sorry Jaxxon but this is all in your head!f”

“Dad,” little Jaxxon whispered, “No no no, you aren’t getting it, I’m not scared I’m really not.”

Jonah brushed Jaxxons forever growing hair away from his eyes, this was something he started doing after Jaxxons mother lost her battle to cancer, it was easy to see her in his eyes. “What on Earth have I been leaving all the lights on every night all this time then,” he asked, “I know this is an old house, but there is nothing in the vents, I told you they are vents for the heat, good night.”

With a slam of the door Jaxxon was left with only the company of the stuffed bear his mother gave him, “Honey it’s ok,” said the bear in his mothers voice, “I’ll just keep fighting them, and keep them away from the two of you.”

“Momma,” Jaxxon cried, “You said you said if he turns the lights off they are gonna get him in the dark, just like they got you and there are more and,” Jaxxon screamed as the lights went off and the sound of dozens of little feet stampeding down the hall…”

 

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Lillie McFerrin Writes

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My entry for this weeks Five Sentence Fiction. Not my favorite, but we all need a little Sci Fi in our lives.

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As corporal James T. Nova peered through the scope from the assumed safe place inside a heavily armed tank, he yelled back to his buddy Twong, “I can’t freaking believes this is happening dude, I mean seriously in less than 24 hours we will be fighting real live aliens in our own back yards.”

Twongs niche was more science than tanks and and sniper rifles, so it came as no surprise to James when he replied, “That’s ridiculous our ancestors should have been smart enough to realize that while we are out thinking we are just awesome cuz we can fly through space trying to see if we are alone in the universe, we spent lifetimes asking if we were alone, but no one asked if we should be looking for alien life?”

Nova waved his thoughts away with the flick of his wrist and a wave of his hand, “Yeah yeah,” he said, “I know I know, we’ll be fine this tank is state of the art, there is nothing that is going to get past us.”

At that moment the hatch of the smallest air craft opened, and began to drop a huge piece of metal in the shape of an oval with the words, “Little Boy 11” written on it surrounded by a wide variety of flags signifying the different nations of the aliens home planet. As it dropped faster and closer to the ground Nova could see the words painted underneath the flags, “Hey lookit there Twong they do write the same words we…,” was all Nova could get out before all that he knew was erased.

Message From Grammy

“Geez David it has been weeks, this can’t be healthy we need to make her stop,” Ginnifer said to her husband as they peered out their tiny kitchen window.

“You heard what she said,” her husband Blake said, “I think we just need to let her do whatever she needs to help her move on, you know how close they were.”

With a frustrated huff Ginnifer blew past her husband to confront their daughter who had been sitting on the tire swing like this every day since her Grandmothers passing. “Abbie,” she yelled, “I have had enough of this it is time to get on with life, and get off the swing, you have been waiting for something that is just impossible.”

At that moment a single doe poked its head out from the grove of trees just inside Abbies line of sight, as she looked up from the grass her eyes met the doe’s, causing an immediate smile and she said, “Yup there it is Mommy, that’s the sign Grammy told me to watch for when she was in Heaven, so I would know she is in Heaven and I’ll see her again someday.”

 

This weeks Five Sentence Fiction for the word: Waiting

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Lillie McFerrin Writes

 

Scruffy

“Mom, PLEASE,” four year old Ema said as pulled on her mothers, “Kiss the Cook,” apron, “Use your geeps Mom please!”

“Honey,” her mother said, “It has been two weeks two weeks since Scruffy was taken from our backyard. The GPS won’t do any good, just pray that he can use the map in his head. He’s a small dog sweetie, but I’m sorry we just don’t have the money to go driving around town again today.”

That night Ema slept on the couch, and remained there until her Mother woke her with a blood curdling scream.

“Mom,” Ema said, “Lookit, Scruffy is back Scruffy is back!”

With a growl that sounded more Bear than a tiny dog, Scruffy lunged at Ema blood dripping from the wounds on his face and hole where Scruffys eye was dangling, looking like the worlds most disgusting Bungee as it dangled back and forth as Scruffy attacked the little girl over and over, refusing to stop until Ema’s body lay still.

 

Five Sentence Fiction time! This week the word was MAPS. Make sure to check out the others as well!

Lillie McFerrin Writes

Five Things Children of the 90s Love They Won’t Pass Down to Their Own Kids

Five Things Children of the Nineties Love That Kids of Today Will Never Have

 

Having been born in 1982, the 90s were my stomping ground. Beginning with a real life Ninja Turtles movie at the age of 8, and culminating in the year 2000 with the Y2K bug.Those fortunate enough to have grown up in the 90s are hitting our 30s now and having kids of our own. I have caught myself several times telling my own kids story after story of the awesome times I had as a kid. So it got me thinking: Are we as parents giving our kids the opportunities to have their own childhood memories?

1) Commercials

yo-quiero-taco-bell-chihuahua-copy1Being a kid in the 90s     meant coming home from school every day during the winters, watching T.V. while playing with your toys until you were forced in bed to repeat the same the following day. Video games were around back then of course, but if you were lucky enough to be one of the few kids on your block to have a game system, you still had to rent the cool games at the local video store before someone else snatched it. Not only that, I can almost guarantee that you were not allowed to rent games during the week. After your homework was done it was TV time! Commercials were the only way us kids had of learning what new toy was coming out. Each time screaming to our parents “I want that!.” Commercials introduced us to the Taco Bell dog, Ronald Mcdonald, and more recently the creeper Burger King guy. There’s a reason sites like Retrojunk are so popular. As the tech grew the amount of commercials we watched shrunk because of things like Dvr and Netflix, and man we were glad as hell, but in reality. . .we loved the shit out of some of commercials. These days we are either fast forwarding or skipping the commercials we do run across, while the majority of us, use Netflix, Hulu, Streaming, or even illegal downloading with the commercials already cut out. With the right equipment and hard drive space, you can build your own media library.

 

2) FINALLY Beating That Game

 

GameOverSNESCountryI spent weekend after weekend trying to be beat many a different games. You either had to get through all the hard parts with no guidance, or hope one of your friends or family has the latest Nintendo Power issue to guide you through. Even then you had one more infuriating barrier you would contend with. Someone else renting the game and saving over or deleting your save. Saving over my game I can totally understand especially if you were dumb enough to use the first save file (Yes I remember carefully plotting out the likelihood that the next person to rent Zelda was save file 1 or 2 type of person) . Every once in awhile you would come across the biggest dick of the video store, and all the save files would be completely gone. Today your save files are stored on the game system, or a memory card. Auto save is a mainstay in most games these days, and if you die you start of where you died just moments later, or you just fight through five minutes of a task you already completed. No more penalties for dying like losing XP like in the classic Diablo 2 days, or losing your equipment to a red pk in Ultima Online who generally humped your corpse and looted you dry.

 

3) Mix Tapes and Music and Napster and…

 

_45885996_napster-ap226.jpgThere are countless lists out there talking about how absolutely amazing and super cool it was to sit next to your radio for hours on end trying to make the perfect mix tape for yourself, or that girl that doesn’t know you were alive. In retrospect it was fun maybe the first time. Never failed that when you were paying attention enough to get the start of the song you wanted, the chatty D.J. would talk at the end or worse yet, your parents would come in your room and now they were on the mix tape. It was a tough time consuming process, during which (This one is for you Dad) I really could have been doing something more productive with my time. Then during in the year before my graduation, good ole 1999 Napster appeared like a golden gift from God. Within minutes we could brave the trenches of a peer to peer network getting as many songs as our heart desired, as well as several hundred viruses of course. With cassette tapes out the door by this time, we also had wonderful C.D’s to put all of our awesome free music on and listen at our leisure. We replaced our hours of recording off the radio with spending hours finding and downloading every song we ever wanted.(More than likely, never listened to them all) We all know the story in the modern world, in which we teach our children how to go online and buy cheap songs, and they soon learn that they can get them for free. We have music apps on our phones, and cars, all of which putting millions of songs at our fingertips. I would be surprised if most of our kids ever even buy a C.D. While this could be read as just another 90s nostalgic post, I want to emphasize that yes we really could make our children do the same long process that we did, but we are the tech savvy children of the 90s, we have six or seven devices to get music from.

4) Naked Girls!!!

tumblr_inline_moikb6dbOo1qz4rgpAmerican Pie said it best during the summer of ‘99. “I saw a tit!” The “illegal channels,” as Jims Mom so eloquently put it, was usually the first step we took as we delved deeper into the mystery of girls. Well, unless you had Skinemax of course. After the parents were in bed many of us stayed up for hours to watch Red Shoe Diaries, and panicked when they announced nudity before the show so loud we thought it would wake the dead! (Or worse, our parents!?) The common theme in all of this could almost be shortened to one word. Work. We worked for the crazy shit we wanted back then. Today, holy freaking crap. I fear that when the children born in the 2000s grow up and start looking for things on the internet, they could very well see a recording of the night they were conceived! 37% of the internet is nothing but millions of variety of porn!

5) Talking on the Phone

tumblr_mnadddaLVJ1r0mjn1o1_500When composing this list I tried to stay away from the typical old technology  nostalgia and focus more on what us tech savvy kids from the 90s have personally done to have the things we loved disappear, never to be shared with our children. The phone fits into this mold nicely. We could absolutely as adults keep a house phone line, or not let our kids use cell phones, or even just not allow them to text. There are presumably not a lot of people out there who married their High School sweethearts, but we still hold a fondness in our hearts for the hours we would talk to our crush on the phone, and stop talking the minute you hear that click which gave the indication that a nosey parent started to listen in. I estimate with no research at all that children of today will have seen at least half of their fellow classmates naked. Texting and picture messaging has created very impulsive people that can think of a terribly bad idea, and send a text to the person in that exact moment. I often describe texting the man/woman/girl/boy, you have a crush on, as the 21st century’s version of beer goggles. Hell it’s hard to even miss others at times since we text constantly.


In conclusion. Let your kids do cool shit.

Writing Writing Writing

So after going back and forth over and over again I have decided that this blog is going to have more than fiction. I have been writing movie and book reviews on other websites, as well as articles for many different places as well. Those that I am allowed to post I am going to throw on here as well. I have run across some awesome people on here, and I hope to meet more as I go along. So please as always, like what you like, or share it in hopes someone else will. I welcome construction criticism, and I love discussing things with like minded (or not really) people.

Till Death

Our pastor told us today during services that what we get after this life we are judged, and it is decided whether we will spend the next life in the warm loving lights of heaven or the fiery wastelands of HeLL. I suppose there are no guarantees where we will end up, and we can only be mostly sure as our time comes. Oh I am sure so many look forward to seeing their friends and family and especially our pets because I don’t think one could ever call a place heaven without our furry friends. The line was short today, and the Angel telling us where to go was as beautiful as anyone I had ever seen. As I waited my turn and listened to the man in front of me talk about his excitement in seeing his long passed wife a smile came across as I realized my vows said “Till Death do us Part,” I guess it’s time be a single man again!

 

My entry into this weeks Five Sentence Fiction, the word this week was Luminous. Please share if you like it, and constructive criticism if you don’t. Above all make sure you check out all the other great entries this week.

 

 Lillie McFerrin Writes

Training Wheels

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“Are you sure you got a hold of me Daddy,”  four year old Davie said to his Dad as he started to move the pedals on his brand new big kid bike.

“Don’t worry about it little man,” his father replied as he began to push and let go of his son, and his bike. As Davie pedalled for the very first time on his own without training wheels he felt a swell of pride leading up to his heart and out of his eyes in the form of tears, he smiled.

As Davie turned back around to face his Dad he said, “You lied! You said you wouldn’t let go!”

The proud parent took Davies head, pressing it against his chest as he hugged his boy and said, “Well Davie, sometimes you need to feel secure in the fact I will be there for you when you fall, so you aren’t afraid to do things I know you can do without me.”

My Submission for Five Sentence Fictions word: SECURE! Make sure to like and share any of this weeks entries at.

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Savior

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Your first day of High School can be a terrifying thing even in the best of circumstances, and by the laws that govern the halls I was the tall geek with thick rimmed glasses. I felt my books being knocked to the ground, accompanied by the hyena like laughter that plagued the group of boys whose happiness usually depended on how miserable they can make others feel. This time around though the noise that followed wasn’t my books being kicked from one to the other, no, that sound was replaced by the thud of one body hitting another and then crashing into the lockers that littered the halls.

“Leave him the hell alone you prick,” an older boy yelled as my tormentors scattered at the sight of an actual fight. High School for me anyway got better each and every day, all because one kid stood up for me when no one else would, I only wish I was brave enough to return the favor just one of the times those some kids made my savior their new and only target.

 

My submission to this weeks Five Sentence Fiction. This weeks word: Fearless. Be sure to click below and check out all the others!

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Thank the Rain

 

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The first time I saw the kid I would be remiss if I said I paid more interest in him than just a passing glance. My balcony overlooking Wilbur street was the most amazing spot to read or nap when it was raining.. It was probably the tenth or eleventh time before I really took notice as the kid stood in the rain with the bowl held high collecting rainwater. I followed the boy to the hole underneath of our building and watched as he slowly slid the now full bowl into the hole, careful not to spill a drop. When I followed him in I was greeted by the boy and another young child, this one a girl who was handcuffed to a pole buried in the dirt who said, “Please help me, my brother has been taking care of us, the man never came back this time.”

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My Five Sentence Fiction for the week. Make sure you check out others creation above! 

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