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Make Up Mondays, Edition 2 – Forgotten

For this week’s Make Up Monday, I’m posting an idea I’ve been toying with for the prologue of my WIP about an assassin named Carlo Cappelletti who first made his debut in my novel, No Exit. Some of you may also have read about him in previous blog posts. So what I came up with just so happened to fit in with one of the Five Sentence Fiction challenges – Forgotten.

Assassins are a tricky lot.

They don’t typically stay in one place for long, and they are never caught or confined unless that is exactly where they want to be.

They can recall every hit and every wrong done to them.

Nothing is forgotten, nothing is forgiven.

And nothing is out of their control.

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Make Up Mondays, Editon 1 – Waves

Good Day Everyone!

So something occurred to me the other day as I was going through my blog posts. I realized that I have several drafts that were never published for various reasons… whether I never finished the story, or the challenge/competition I was writing for ended before I could publish it, etc. It made me sad to see all these characters, stories and tid bits that never saw the light of a blog post. So I thought I would create a  new event called, Make Up Mondays. It’s kind of like in school when you’d have a “make up” assignment for a lesson you missed. On Mondays, to start off the week in a fun way, I’ll post some of my “make up” content that’s sitting in my drafts.

If this is something that sounds fun to you, feel free grab the badge below and incorporate Make Up Mondays in your own blog. Then let me know about it… I’d love to read your Make Up work 🙂

To kick it off, here is something I wrote for a Five Sentence Fiction challenge, but I didn’t get to post it before the time frame ended.

Enjoy! And Happy Writing!

The black rocks chill my bare feet as the water recedes farther from the shore; each pull of the tide shoves yet another leg of distance between us.

Who was I trying to fool, thinking this world of air and dry land would ever accept something like me?

“They will always hunt me, and I can’t put you in danger anymore,” I try to explain to the man I’ve fallen in love with–the only person I can’t bear to lose.

“Please, don’t go,” he pleads, knowing his efforts are futile.

“I”ll always love you,” I say as I draw one last deep breath of salty air, submit to the fin that forms where my foreign legs used to be, and dive into my familiar watery home.

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Five Sentence Fiction – Breakfast

Carlo pulled in a long gulp of his black Italian coffee and feigned interest in the newspaper that hid his face from view—all but his eyes, which were simultaneously aware of the cafe’s entrance and his mark seated two tables away.

His person of interest had ordered his usual, a breakfast blend coffee and toasted bagel, but something was wrong.

Carlo had been doing this long enough to know when he’d been made.

The man abruptly rose from his seat, coffee still steaming and bagel untouched, and nearly tripped in his haste to reach the exit.

If Carlo was going to make his move, it had better be now… time for breakfast.

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This is my entry into this week’s Five Sentence Fiction challenge over at lilliemcferrin.com

Five Sentence Fiction – Abandon

I hadn’t meant to come back… or forward, I should say… but time, like so many things, is beyond our control.

In a flash I was taken from the present and dropped into a house identical to ours, but a century old, broken and condemned.

A time warp, a worm hole, maybe —  but my wife is long gone, my children probably thought I abandoned them, and my grandchildren — they never knew my face.

I lost a lifetime, and now I’m facing a lifetime without them.

But… and this is the key… if time travel brought me here, who’s to say it can’t take me back?

This is my entry for the Five Sentence Fiction challenge at lilliemcferrin.com

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Five Sentence Fiction – Offering

“Carlo, you don’t want to do this; you don’t want to kill me,” my long-time enemy said in a serene voice.

I pressed the gun barrel harder against his temple, and said, “After what you did to Julia, you would dare to tell me what I do or don’t want?”

“I’m offering you an olive branch here — I know my word means little, and you would just as well end me, but she is indeed alive.”

I wanted to doubt him, to repay to him all the agony he was due after quenching the only light in this dark and undeserving man’s life.

Yet that little voice in my head whispered unceasingly, “What if…”

This is my entry into this week’s Five Sentence Fiction at lilliemcferrin.com

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Five Sentence Fiction – Fresh

Here we go… nothing I can’t handle… just a girl in a new town, with a new name and a new life.

I’ve been on the run for the better part of a year now, but somehow, no matter how many times I start over, those blasted wolf hunters always manage to track me down.

I had hoped this fresh start would be the one, the time when I could finally stop looking over my shoulder.

But you know what, I’m not backing down this time.

We’ll see what they think when the next full moon comes around.

This is my entry into this week’s Five Sentence Fiction at lilliemcferrin.com

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Five Sentence Fiction – Character

I am the adversary of evil, a guide to the lost, and the answer to every mystery.

I stand silent in the shadows; you may not see me, but I see all.

I unravel every conspiracy and the plot in every game.

I know the players, the pawns, the innocents struggling to be free.

I am your guardian, your liberator, your ally—my name is Garrison, though most of you know me as G.

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For this FSF, Lillie asked us to write about a character from one of our WIPs. I chose a character who is not only in my WIP, but has appeared in many flash fiction pieces here on my site. I hope this gives you a little more insight into who G is.

Be sure to check out the Five Sentence Fiction weekly challenge created by Lillie McFerrin.

Five Sentence Fiction – Candidate

“Is she asleep, Doctor?”

“Yes, she’s under and will awake with no memory of the procedure.”

“Her mate, Rowland, is… detained… and won’t interfere with our faery-human relations research—Eliza’s the perfect candidate.”

“Good… the fetus’ heart rate is normal; maybe we can determine if she conceived before or after she transformed into a faery.” The doctor paused, stared at the monitor, and said, “Vick will like these results—a half-breed is an abomination and will give him the excuse he needs to destroy Rowland and Eliza.”

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This is part of a series I’ve been writing. You can read all about Rowland and Eliza here.

And be sure to check out the Five Sentence Fiction weekly challenge created by Lillie McFerrin.

Five Sentence Fiction – Memories

It was time—time to say goodbye to everything she loved, to everyone she knew, to every memory she ever held dear.

She had discovered too much, and now he was hunting her—the epitome of evil wrapped in human flesh.

Her only option for survival was to run, hide, forget all she knew, and hope he would never find her.

She took a deep breath as her savior, a man known as G, hooked her up to the machine that would take her memories.

Whispering her final goodbye, she closed her eyes, and waited for the moment she could reopen them to her new life.

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I wrote this to tie into my first novel, No Exit (more details on that coming soon.) So this is a little teaser for you.

Check out the Five Sentence Fiction weekly challenge created by Lillie McFerrin.

Five Sentence Fiction – Blush

“You’ve been ignoring me for months, are you ever going to tell me what’s going on,” Eliza said after cornering Rowland.

“Ignore you… I could never ignore you, love.”

Eliza tried to keep up her furious facade, but her blushing cheeks betrayed her.

“You can’t keep leaving me in the dark like this; talk to me.”

“You remember Vick, the one who tried to kill you… well, he has a group of followers intent on fulfilling his mission.”

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This is a previous FSF prompt that I haven’t had a chance to post until now. Better late than never.

Check out the Five Sentence Fiction weekly challenge created by Lillie McFerrin.

This story is part of a series, The Transformation. You can read the rest of the story here.