Five Line Fiction: Kill Or Be Killed

“Bait her with feints and uncork that right hand as soon as she bites,” Coach modeled the necessary movements as an example to pair with his words.

Clarissa believed her MMA debut was going better than the panic in Coach’s voice would suggest, but that’s when she realized what was absent—at the most needed moment—from her mindset: violence. Kill or be killed.

Leaving the stool to enter the third, and final, round, Clarissa bit down hard on her mouthpiece, trapping Coach’s advice in her skull and severing the ‘happy-to-be-there’ mentality.

“Lovely execution, Clarissa,” Coach repeated as though he’d been zapped into a state of constant shock after Clarissa knocked her opponent out cold.

Prompted from Friday’s Five Lines or Less Challenge at: https://patriciasplace.me/2020/02/07/friday-5-lines-or-less-9/.

Prompted from The Word of the Day Challenge at: https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2020/02/09/lovely/.

Prompted from Fandango’s Word of the Day Challenge at: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/02/09/fowc-with-fandango-bait/.

Five Line Fiction: Destiny

He stood at the top of the heap, hoisting the championship strap over his head.

Some said it was luck.

Others claimed his management firm made all the right moves.

His teammates, however, attested to his work ethic in the gym.

During the post-fight interview, he shared into the microphone, “This was my destiny!”

Prompted from Friday’s Five Lines or Less Challenge at: https://patriciasplace.me/2020/01/31/friday-5-lines-or-less-8/.

Five Line Fiction: Beautiful Violence

A left hook clipping the jawline, causing the brain to rattle around inside the skull like a pinball and shutting off any consciousness.

A knee digging into the liver, folding an opponent in half.

A warm body being tenderized with an earth-shattering slam upon the canvas.

A submission that contorts limbs or severs oxygen to the brain.

Beautiful violence.

Prompted from Friday’s Five Lines or Less Challenge at: https://patriciasplace.me/2020/01/17/friday-5-lines-or-less-6/.

Five Line Fiction: Afraid

The arena thumped with a pulse; his heart raced in the rhythm created by roaring fans thirsty for blood.

Butterflies churned bile in the pit of his stomach.

Absent of any fear about the actual fight, he was afraid of failure.

“You prepared, and you’re ready for this,” Coach chirped in his ear.

The music hit the speakers, and he began his walk toward the cage.

Prompted from Friday’s Five Lines or Less Challenge at: https://patriciasplace.me/2020/01/10/friday-5-lines-or-less-5/.