Five Sentence Fiction and The 100 Word Song-The Pursuer


Sleep came to Audrey in trivial amounts, and when she least expected it to. Sitting in a coffee shop by the open door, waiting for the waitress to bring the only drug she could afford. She supported her blonde head in her left arm, the sounds around her muffled. How much she wished for a peaceful night’s sleep, without that prickle of anxiety that continued to nag at her. There were not enough locks in the world to hide her away from her mistakes.

Five Sentence Fiction

Continuing to sleep, her regular order was delivered to the table, but Audrey hadn’t spoken to anyone. Involuntarily her arm bumped into the warm cup, but she didn’t startle awake as she usually did. It seemed her body had given up. Whatever was pursuing her had won. Audrey was done, finished, spent. There was no awesome need to prove anything to anyone, anymore. Her shoulders relaxed. She softly snored into the crook of her arm.

The Pursuer stood before the sleeping beauty. Placing the silenced pistol to Audrey’s temple, she fired. In a flash of gun powder, Audrey discovered oblivion.



19 thoughts on “Five Sentence Fiction and The 100 Word Song-The Pursuer

  1. Wow. I’d love to know the rest of the story – before and after that moment.

    And now, that damn song is stuck in my head – and I didn’t even play the video! 🙂

    • I’m afraid to even think about what the rest of the story may be.

      I’m sure you had see the movie it’s from a time or two. It was pretty cute, but the song was annoying as hell.

      Love, Renee

  2. Great take on the prompt and I love that you used the word ‘awesome’ for its original meaning. That’s kind of a pet peeve of mine; ‘awesome’ has lost all meaning. (aka “That hotdog was awesome!” I’m a bit of a language Nazi. lol

    • Dear Linda,

      Yes, I agree the word ‘awesome’ is supposed to be used when something is just that. Impending death is much more awesome than a damn hot dog. LOOLOLOL

      So glad you liked my story.

      Love, Renee

  3. I subsist on about 5 hours of sleep a night. I can empathize with Audrey. There are some days when I feel like someone has put a gun to my head too. Sleep deprivation does weird things to your brain.

    • Dear Tara,

      I can’t function with less than 7 hours of sleep. I can’t imagine only getting 5 like you do. I want to give you chamomile tea and put you in a quiet room with no distractions so you can learn the beauty of sleep. 🙂

      It wasn’t just sleep deprivation that got to Audrey. It was surrender. She was too tired to run anymore.

      Thanks for the comment.


    • I’m so glad you got chills. Means my job here is done. Giggle. Not sure what the beginning or end of the story is. It might be fun to figure it out.

      Love, Renee

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