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 prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.
This week: WHIMSICAL
At night the dreams would get clearer and more dark as the scenes started to take her away from the reality she had come to get used to, but when things would start to make a little sense she would wake up in tears as she was back to square one again.
Every night it started off the same, back in the enchanted garden, walking past the arguing mushrooms, singing daisies, and the dandelions are cutting their pedals for the warmer weather, here things never made sense to outsiders but she was at home as nothing ever made sense in the outside world.
“Oh, She’s here guys” said the cute little gray and black striped cat, he wore a cute little vest and tie, and had grown the love the young girl, “how was your day today” he said to her, as the other crowded around them and sat down to hear the crazy stories of the other side.
“It seems like such a boring place to be, Aoife” the cat said to her as he began to purr next to her leg, the others chatted and nodded their heads in agreement, “Aren’t you glad you have us as friends” he said in a wink, she began to think twice about everything and the ones right in front of her.
“Well, my doctors think I should go back on my medicine again, they said I should be feeling right again soon” Aoife said to her loyal friends, instead of being supportive they turned mean and began to torture her by saying things like, “you will never be more sane than being next to us, you will be lost without us, I say you destroy the medicine and get rid of those people for good” Aoife felt lost in the good and bad, she wanted to lose her erratic thoughts but she didn’t think there would be a good outcome if she lost her friends.