This week, Trifecta Writing asked us for exactly 33 of our own words about love gone wrong. The catch, we couldn’t use any of the following words: love, sad, tears, wept, heart, pain.
Here’s my 33-word tale:
Splotchy cheeks wet with anguish, droplets spatter my feet. Clenching the distended backpack of my life’s leftovers, wondering why she discarded me, I balk as the door opens to my next temporary family.
And now for a little vintage Christmas cheer for Trifecta’s Trifextra writing challenge. This week we were tasked with writing exactly 33 words that would even make Scrooge laugh out loud. In the words of Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol, “There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humour.” I hope this makes you laugh.
“Mommy, why’s Daddy swerving?”
“Daddy had a nip of the high life, Timmy. Grammy gets on his last nerve.”
“Gee, it’s a good thing the horse knows the way to carry the sleigh.”
The dazzle of the setting sun across the basin is blindingly breathtaking, but my view is myopic. In our favorite place, I honor his last wish as his ashes scatter into the wind.
This tale was written for Trifecta’s weekend challenge, Trifextra Week Ninety-Seven. The challenge was to add thirty of our own words to the following three words, for a total of thirty-three: Myopic, Basin, Dazzle.
For the last Trifecta writing challenge, I wrote a flash fiction piece, The Good Hider, that ended on a bit of a horrifying note. Readers expressed worry over the fate of my young character, Karni. So, I’ve written a 33-word Part II for Trifextra Week Ninety-Three. The challenge this weekend:
“Buddhist cosmology tells of Trāyastriṃśa, or the Heaven of Thirty-Three gods, which rule over the human realm. This weekend we’re asking for exactly 33 of your own words about a god of your own devising that shares heaven with the other thirty-two gods. Make it yours and have fun with it.”
If you haven’t read the first part of my story, you can find it here: The Good Hider, Part I.
Feverish dreams burdened Karni. A feminine spirit, human-like with diaphanous wings, whispered, “Sleep, child.” Her wings combusted. Flames devoured Karni.
Her eyes opened. She pounded on the trunk, “I don’t wanna win, Lucy!”
Did this not appease your fears? What will be Karni’s fate? Stay tuned for Part III…
Unattainable peace through the barrel of a gun
Exploitative power in the guise of faith
Habitual hate through the ignorance of tradition
Intolerance. Prejudice. Repression. Separation.
Helplessly turning a blind eye. Silence. Defeat.
Written for Trifecta’s Trifextra Weekend Challenge. Our task this weekend was to write about what scares you in exactly 33 words. Many things scare me, but I think I covered a plethora of fears in my poem.
Artist credit: Dan Duford
Photo Source
This 33-word story was written for the Trifextra Week Eighty-Eight prompt. I have to credit the always entertaining Scooby-Doo for that well known last line. I just couldn’t resist using a slightly varied version of it with this photo. The photo comes from www.poisonedplayground.com.
In the dusty loft, it stalks me. Drooling. Desiring. I’m the crown of all it seeks, the tether controlling its impulses. It pounces. Its furry flesh ensnared, it never knows my delicious cheesiness.
This weekend for Trifextra we were given the challenge of writing exactly 33 words that include: tether, loft, crown. I hope you enjoyed my silly little tale.
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Window of nature
Radiant dewdrop of life
Slips away unsung
This weekend Trifextra challenge was to write a haiku. The photograph of the morning dew on my rosemary plant was my inspiration. I love the reflection of the plant in the water droplet.
Something must be wrong with me. I’ve contracted a sweet writing disease. Fear not. The disorienting poetry fever will pass, and I shall return to my roots of the melancholy and weird, soon.
Chronic Nonsense 