English: A Mermaid Français : Une Sirène

Eric checked his oxygen tank for a second time, strapped his goggles on tight and dove beneath the sapphire abyss in search of the woman who had captured his heart.

Max said she was a phantom, a figment of his imagination brought on by the trauma of nearly drowning and the lack of oxygen to his brain, but Eric was going to prove Max and everyone else wrong when he found her.

“She had the deepest eyes, the fairest skin, and the voice of an angel,” he once told old Rex only to receive a warning about devious mermaids and sirens who lure men to the deaths a the bottom of Davy Jones’ Locker.

Eric couldn’t believe someone so wondrous and beautiful could be bad, even if she was a mermaid.

That’s when Eric heard the sweet melody below; he swam deeper and deeper into the abyss towards the light, lyrical voice of his angel.

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Five Sentence Fiction – Goggles

Lillie McFerrin Writes


Plonk; trembling with anticipation, Scott accidentally dropped Liz onto the bed.

The whole reception had been freaking torturous, but the wedding night was going to be freaking awesome as Scott was a dynamic lover.

But he wanted to take things slow and enjoy this special night with his vivacious bride, as he unhooked the back of her dress he nibbled on the back of her neck.

Upon releasing her from the fabric he proceeded to shower her in kisses from head to toe, finally conquering her mouth with a passionate kiss before continuing his teasing.

Liz watched breathlessly, as Scott traced more kisses down her abdomen…


Five Sentence Fiction – Conquer

Lillie McFerrin Writes
Romantic Monday

Romantic Monday

Fried and Frazzled

Camille made up to the cover of the bar, breathless, hair a mess, fried from the sun and frazzled from her encounter with the Hercules, “Great here I am in paradise and I’m more interested in fantasy than reality. Oh Camille, when will you ever get your act together?”

As Camille pondered her need to escape into her romance novels she felt a tap on her shoulder,”Excuse me miss, you forgot your towel.”

“Oh, thanks,” Camille smiled shyly.

“Can I buy you a drink,” Hercules grinned.


Continuation of Beach Romance


5 Sentence Fiction-Paradise

Lillie McFerrin Writes







Winter Wind Whispered

“Come to me, my handsome hunter, and I will keep you warm through the night,” the winter wind whispered through the forest trees in an enchantingly.

The cold hunter who had not seen his prey all day was sorely tempted my the enchantment’s offer, but knew his hungry family needed the meat he was tracking.

“A night of warmth and pleasure, hunter, in exchange for the biggest buck in my forest?” the wind tempted again as if she had read the hunters thoughts.

The hunter paused considering the offer before following the wind into the darkest depths of the forest.

Eira smiled at the night of pleasure before her for the hunter was a strong, virile man who would also make for a satisfying brunch.


Five Sentence Fiction – Whisper

Lillie McFerrin Writes

Love At First Sight

Do you believe in love at first sight?

Well, I didn’t until yesterday when I was on the bus ride home and this great looking guy sat down next to me and start chatting me up.

We talked about everything under the sun, like we had known each other for years, until I looked up and noticed the bus was empty and I had missed my stop.

He offered to get me a cab when we got off at the last stop and we exchanged numbers.

He called me later that night to make sure I got home okay and to schedule a date for Friday night.


Lillie McFerrin Writes

All for Javier

Sheena boarded the plane, abandoned her family, friends, job, all for Javier.

They had met over the internet, one of those dating websites, and he had wooed her with romantic poetry and video songs sung only for her late at night.

Her friends and family thought she was crazy to give up everything to fly halfway around the world to marry a man she’d never met, but they were in love.

The flight was long and turbulent or was that just pre-wedding jitters?

Javier greeted Sheena at the airport with a dozen red roses, open arms down on one knee.


Romantic Monday

Romantic Monday

Lillie McFerrin Writes

First Crush

“Hey, you weren’t at school yesterday, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I was sick; here I wanted to give you this for Valentine’s Day. Sorry it’s late.”

“That’s okay,” I said as my first crush gave me some flowers he picked from his mom’s garden and a card he made himself.

The leukemia took him later that year, but I’ve cherished that card and that moment ever since.

Five Sentence Fiction – Cherish

Lillie McFerrin Writes