Five Sentence Fiction: Limitless

Some people need to have barriers, limits to what they can do.  Bobby was one of those people.  His gift was the ability to grant wishes, and having no limits meant that he was finally under no one's control and give everyone exactly what they deserved.  The lamp's current owner wished to be rich, Bobby smiled and gladly granted the wish.  A ruptured stomach full of gold and one less master were all that was left as Bobby tossed away his lamp and walked toward town to fulfill some more wishes.

Five Sentence Fiction: Medicine

I think the visions are happening again, but some days are harder than others to tell if I'm here or there. I want to be here, where I am chained to the robotic head of my "best friend" and go on adventures through out this wasteland of dirt and broken cities. The days I take the pills the head spits out, I go to some place of desks, normal people, houses, and real food. But, I know it's a trap sent down from the computer to the evil "best friend" that talks to me incessantly when I forget to take the pills, it tells me this isn't real, that I'm hiding here. This will be the last time I go there, I like it here and I hope smashing the head will help get me free.

Five Sentence Fiction: Lost

The salesman had lead them down to the basement clearance center three hours ago. Standing at the top of the stairs he joked with the husband telling them not to get lost, that he had no idea how big it actually was down there. At first, they were amaze at how much furniture was down there and how many different ways you could layout a living room; yet as they continued walking around the different hallways and dioramas of what a room could look like, they felt the sense of dread when they realized they haven't seen anyone else since they have been down there even though they both swear they can hear people talking. The wife was the first to panic and started looking for exit signs or any familiar couches that might lead them to the stairs. It was the messages carved into the wooden end-table that was next to the couch they finally collapsed on that told them they were doomed, "Smith: 2008, Johnson: 2004, Hall: 1999, McMahon: 1993...."

Five Sentence Fiction: Orange

Those four bastards had called him out to the road this morning trying to be heroes, but he sent them to hell. Waiting to see if his bloody work was worthy of the show, he didn't see the other five killers sneak up and sucker punch him. Going for the kill of the week, they had tied him up and buried him neck deep near an ant hill. The flames on the other side of the hill pushed the ants toward his head, they wanted him to see his death coming. He stared at the black death with the orange flames above it crawling toward him and wondered if he has ever seen a color more beautiful; this was a death worthy of the show.

Five Sentence Fiction: Silence

His imagination has gone wild again and is banging on the walls trying to get out. Turning on the TV and flipping to one of those boring shows his parents watch, he hopes it'll distract it enough for it to calm down. All of his teachers always told him that he had an active imagination that could get him into trouble, but they had no idea how right they were. It was birthed from his gifted young mind and has been feeding off all of his wild thoughts and dreams for years, until it recently broke free and has taken up residence in his bedroom closet, peaking out at him every night, smiling with those cartoonishly large teeth. The silence upstairs triggers the realization that it's too late to get out of the house and run, so he grabs his crayons and leaves a good-bye message to his parents on their newly painted wall telling them his imagination escaped and is going to eat him.