Five Sentence Fiction

This week's word is Armor. Check out Lillie McFerrin's blog for more fabulous posts.

"Hey fatty! Why you so fat, fatty?" The boys yelled out as she passed by. She let her head drop, her chin nearly touching her chest and her greasy hair forming a screen against their taunts. They started the snorting noises next; oinking and laughing as she tried to hurried past them, anxious for the safety of the school doors. Every day was the same taunts, the same shame, the same desperate need to disappear. As the tiny pebbles started hitting her back, she wondered how many Tylenol it actually took to kill a person.

Five Sentence Fiction

This week's word is Wicked. Check out Lillie McFerrin's blog for other excellent pieces!

I watched her walk along the dust-covered streets, alone with her thoughts. Her long strands of hair caught up in the wicked wind, swirling into a knotted mess above her head. She reminded me of Medusa, and I turned away fearful of being cast into stone. But I wanted to smell the earth and sky in those wild locks of hair; I was prepared to risk whatever evil befell me. As I stepped in the shadows, she disappeared, taking all that once was, with her and leaving me alone with the wicked wind.