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. Prompt by Lillie. This week: ENDING .jpg)
The tribe awoke to deep snow marred only by the departing tracks of Two Dogs. He knew it was his time to leave without becoming a burden to his people causing their exodus to slow. It was tradition. Two Dogs, to the tribe, was no more although they would sing songs of his life and remember his greatness as a husband, father, grandfather and great warrior. Horses blew ice from their nostrils, dogs shook off the snow from the storm, and the keening of one child grew louder as all voices became one melding into the tribal death song.
11 comments:
Well, it's a good one, Gail.
Poignant.
Do you know the story of how Two Dogs got his name?
Cheers!
JzB
Yeah, you certainly did pack a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Nicely done!
You writer YOU! You have to do it, admit it.
Love this five sentence story.
T
Oh, you of great imagination!
Powerful, beautiful in it's depiction of how this actually was done. Even animals will sense when there time is over and often go off by themselves to die. Certainly it was a better way than lives which conclude hooked to a maze of machines which extend activity long after the spirit is waiting to depart. Excellent story, Gail, breathtaking, and the photograph was perfect!
This is beautiful. x
Hello, I like your blog :D I will be sure to try a five sentence story, thanks! :D
Really well written and very poignant, loved it!
hopping around from FSF-- this is written so beautifully-- you've gained a new follower :)
Well done. There's a lot of story in those five sentences.
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