If You Only Had Five Minutes, What Would You Save?

If You Only Had Five Minutes, What Would You Save?

 

Here is my entry for The Bloggers Bash Blog Competition 2019′.  The theme this year is ‘Five’ and only 375 words can be used.

If You Only Had Five Minutes, What Would You Save?

– By Samantha Smith

“Five minutes. Save five things.”  Talking calmly, he left me on the floor beaten and crying.  “Five minutes isn’t long enough!” I pleaded.  He walked outside, I sensed he was smiling, “Tick tock” he taunted, looking at his watch.  “This house is special to me, you’re going to burn it down?” I jumped up panicking, hands on my head, scrunching my hair in my fists, spinning round on the spot.  Only five things, I had to act fast.  I began running from room to room, not thinking straight as he watched from outside.  “Five things, five minutes,” I kept repeating to myself, “why?” I didn’t understand, but I did know he was serious.  Continue reading “If You Only Had Five Minutes, What Would You Save?”

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Thursday Photo Prompt – Ahead #writephoto

Thursday Photo Prompt – Ahead #writephoto

“Mummy mummy, that’s a man!” Amy was excited as she tugged at her mummy’s arm, “look, over there!” she pointed,

“Where?” said her mummy as she looked in the direction of where Amy was pointing, “I can’t see a man Amy.”

Amy tried again, “He’s there, over there!” Amy pointed again, but her mum wasn’t seeing this man anywhere, “he’s got funny green hair!” Amy continued.

“Shh Amy, if there is a man, he might hear you!” Amy’s mum looked again toward where Amy was pointing, frowning and shaking her head she said impatiently, “Amy there is no man, now come on”  Amy’s mum pulled Amy in the direction they were walking, embarrassed because she could see I was sat with my dog, Rose on a small rock eating my packed lunch and knowing I could hear them.

Amy kept looking back in the direction of where she had pointed, obviously frustrated and upset that her mum hadn’t listened to her.   They quickly disappeared down the path, I could hear Amy crying.

“We can see the man can’t we Rose?” I whispered in Rose’s ear.  Rose pricked up her ears and wagged her tail, “If Amy’s mum had just stopped, given her a little time, patience and used a little imagination, then she would’ve seen him too, wouldn’t she Rose?” I shrugged and looked back at the view in front of us, “he does have funny green hair!” I said as I bit into my sandwich.

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I wrote this in response to Sue Vincent’s Photo Prompt Writing Challenge Ahead #writephoto 

 

The Annual Bloggers Bash Writing Competition 2018

The Annual Bloggers Bash  Writing Competition 2018

As I’ll be attending my first Annual Bloggers Bash in May this year I thought I’d give the writing competition a go too.

As there’s another exciting event happening on the same day as the Bash, the theme of the writing competition is ‘Royalty’ and there’s a maximum of 300 words per entry.

So here’s my first EVER, flash fiction short story competition entry… Continue reading “The Annual Bloggers Bash Writing Competition 2018”