Friday, 30 March 2012

Five Sentence Fiction: Scorching

Caught off guard they crouched as the fierce tempest raged above and a ruby wing swept down sending a cloud of red dust spiralling up into the air.
Sand swirled and a crimson dragon hurled a yellow flame, its thunderous roar echoed and the hogs in the field screeched and squealed as they stumbled. The dragon lowered its leg and plucked its prey, skewered in a single movement.
The beast dipped its wings and as it launched back into the sky its vermilion scales blazed in the sun.
Matt broke the sudden silence “Flame grilled…” he said, “Now that’s what I call fast food!”

(These are my opening lines from my current WIP, 
couldn't have asked for a better prompt word!)

Picture by Lisa Shambrook


  1. I love the last line! Ha ha! You created beautiful images and set the scene up perfectly! I could see this crimson dragon hunt for its prey. Awesome job!

  2. I agree with Stephanie! The last line was perfect :)

  3. All the colors lend themselves to the theme, but yes, it's that last line that cinches it!! Wonderful! :)

  4. Thank you for your comments everyone, I love this one!

  5. I loved this and was sucked into this world of a firey dragon, swooping for his prey and then . . you made me laugh! Cery clever. xxx

    1. Glad it made you laugh Lizzie, isn't it great when a piece of writing does just what you want it to?