Five Sentence Fiction-Candy
It was all a haze as he came back to consciousness, that
decadent smell of candy, sugary sweet, whipped his thoughts into place.
“NO, did it happen again, I was sure I had it on it’s last
leg?,” he hollered.
“I’m afraid you didn’t quite defeat him this time, but I’m
sure that next time you will beat him handily my boy,” assured his father.
He was not unfamiliar with the hardships of this land, all
the strange creatures that seemed surreal by terran standards that had become
commonplace as a part of their existence on this remote planet. At the very
least the supply ship had dropped off the colony’s rations of candy so that he
would have a chance of recovering from the stinger of the beetle ox, and
breaking it, then he could join the war party next season to protect the
harvest.
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He stood there adrenaline pumping, bodies strewn across the
field where they had done battle. He had not been in such a melee in his life.
Even though they were half his size, the Rondrats gave him one hell of a fight.
The Koochens rushed in and swept him up onto their shoulders, parading him back
to the village. In the clan leader’s tent he heard recounts of his daring deeds
in battle, it all seemed surreal. Just twelve days ago he was a simple farm boy
on a colony planet. Now, according to the clan leaders, he was going to be the
namesake of the village. It was a much
better monument than a cold stone in a manicured cemetery, which going in, he
was certain was going to be the outcome.
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