Trifextra: Week Sixty-Eight


On to the weekend prompt.  This weekend Trifecta is asking for exactly 33 words, 30 of our own and three of the following:

topple     paradigm     underneath     nerve     honey     loop


Before I could blink,Sunday is here and once again I am running late.This week,I managed to read almost all the entries at a breathless speed but there wasn’t enough time to leave comments.Makes me feel guilty but real life is rushing in and Friends & readers ,I am afraid ,this is going to be the story of my life at Trifecta for the coming two weeks.Worse,after the next two weeks,it may go downhill as I may not get to even write,forget reading or commenting.You see,next month,we(daughter,me & Hubby) leave for another city to get my daughter admitted  to a college.We will be there for about two weeks.Once we return, we have to start packing first for her transfer to her new hostel and before long,we both will be following her.Sometimes around July end,I will be re-joining the workforce and hubby is taking up a new job.As you all know,in this upheaval of packing,moving and unpacking,net connection will be missing ,thus making me miss all the fun!However,I sincerely hope to return for the Trifecta challenges regularly from mid-August.Friends,wish you all the best and I am sure you all understand.Will miss you all and your wonderful writing,take care.

Here is my submission for this weekend 🙂





Jon married Rita,believing  life was honey and roses.


Then,she ran away with his best friend and his money


A paradigm shift occurred.


Now Jon sees only betrayal cloaked underneath every relationship.





If only…

Trifecta: Week Seventy-Seven

This week the word prompt is-

1: characterized by or resulting from careful and thorough consideration <a deliberate decision>
2: characterized by awareness of the consequences<deliberate falsehood>
3: slow, unhurried, and steady as though allowing time for decision on each individual action involved <a deliberate pace>

  • Your response must be between 33 and 333 words. 
  • You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post. 
  • The word itself needs to be included in your response. 
  • You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above. 
  • Only one entry per writer

This week,my mind is messed up-in a total blue funk.But I was loathe to let the week go by without my Trifecta  fix.So here is my(almost) last minute entry-hope it bring on a flicker of a smile 🙂



If only…



She frowned, looking down at the question paper lying on her desk.


It seemed to be looking back at her with a sneer on its face!


Oh!If only she had studied for this exam earlier..


But her heart was not in it. It was busy leaping uncontrollably at the sight of a certain someone…


The one with a golden voice, the one with the golden smile…the one whose golden head was now bent on his paper, writing effortlessly. no doubt  with his golden pen!


Sigh!If only she had not dreamt about a golden future with this golden boy,she could have been  building a golden future  for herself  by qualifying in this exam


But all was not lost.Not for nothing had she been the topper in the class, before the “golden aura” tarnished her image.


With a deliberate mental sweep, she cleared the cobwebs off her memory bank


In response, the question paper seemed to flutter its eyelashes at her coquettishly, as if saying, “Oh sweetie you know how I turn into putty in your hands!”


Soon her beautiful coppery head was bowed down ,her hand trying to keep pace with her mercurial brain.


Had she looked up,she would have seen surprised-even shocked- to find a pair of sparkling green eyes looking at her enviously,the golden face a little in awe of her intellectual prowess and swamped  by her Hellenic beauty……….




Trifextra: Week Sixty-Seven


This weekend Trifecta wants us to give them 33 words (exactly) that include among them at least one example of onomatopoeia.Honk,Honk,move,here comes mine!Splat!Told you to move!




Cold,drizzling night.


He dug feverishly.




Wanting to forget the little girl’s head squelching ..when he..








He fell.


Drip,drip,drip …his life blood seeped away.



The outcast

Trifecta: Week Seventy-Six


This week’s word is blood.

BLOOD (noun)

(1) : the fluid that circulates in the heart, arteries, capillaries, and veins of a vertebrate animal carrying nourishment and oxygen to and bringing away waste products from all parts of the body (2) : a comparable fluid of an invertebrate


b : a fluid resembling blood

: the shedding of blood; also : the taking of life
  • Your response must be between 33 and 333 words. 
  • You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post. 
  • The word itself needs to be included in your response. 
  • You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above. 
  • Only one entry per writer. 


The Outcast


He ran swiftly and silently through the dense forest.Familiar scent assailed his nostrils.His head filled with memories.His forehead furrowed, eyes widened, wild, and angry and he felt his lips curling over  his teeth ,almost in a fierce snarl!



No,he must move forward or else fall prey to them.




He could hear them baying for his blood!And to think many were his own blood!




Even Kyra!How could she have turned on him and for them!




Traitors!All of them!




But he was not going to give up so easily.He had grown up here and knew every vine,every leaf,every tree,every rock,every stream-the Jungle was his friend.




Running over hidden  burrows,leaping over twisted roots,wading through trickling streams,he ran ,with a purpose.






Dark tree trunks, clumps of bushes, barely visible black trails snaking through the undergrowth appeared shadowy like mysterious beings.There was no  moon shining  but a cloudy patchy sky could be seen in glimpses through tree breaks.But he had no time or the heart to look at these –his goal was near.He had to reach it before dawn arrived.He increased his pace.




He could smell the water-saturated air, rich earth ,the sweet flowers perfuming the air and moss before he saw the beautiful cascading water droplets pattering against rock-his haven!He was glad that he had never revealed this secret cave beyond the waterfall to anyone-now it would be his succour!




But he had to work fast.Just a little off the waterfall ,lay the rotting swamp,infested with crocodiles .He ran carefully around the edge,rolling on the ground-his scent leaving an unmistakable tell-tale trail for the hunters.Then he quickly leapt through the air into the roaring waterfall and disappeared onto the other side-without a trace.






He knew well what would happen as they ran mindlessly, blinded with hate,following his spoor-right into the swamp to become a meal for the ever hungry crocodiles!




Not for nothing was he White Fang,the Alpha male of his pack!





The Big Red Cheese

Trifextra: Week Sixty-Six

This weekend Trifecta wanted us to write  the origin story to the superhero of our choice in exactly 33 words.Now although like most other people I love many superheroes but had no favourite.Thus,after swinging between the more popular ones like Batman,Superman,Spiderman and others,I decided on one of the oldest Superhero of all-hope you like it:-)


The Big Red Cheese


Homeless newsboy

Billy Batson

Granted superpowers

by Wizard


the magic word


Solomon’s wisdom

Hercules’ strength

Atlas’s stamina

Zeus’s power

Achilles’ courage

Mercury’s speed


World’s mightiest mortal

Captain Marvel was born!





Trifecta: Week Seventy-Five

This week’s word is:


1: a usually swinging or sliding barrier by which an entry is closed and opened; also : a similar part of a piece of furniture
2: doorway
3: a means of access or participation : opportunity <opens new doors> <door to success>
This week’s challenge is community judged.
I was sure I would be missing this week’s challenge.Been busy first with celebrating my Birthday(30th),then with a short trip to a holiday spot & today the Theatre!Whee,what a hectic “Tri-day”-significant that?;-)Never mind all that,here is my piece,exactly 333 words long-a little cliched perhaps but this is what my “happily satiated” brain conjured up:-)




It nestled in his pocket.It had cost him-a lot.But it will be worth it,he thought.


Hurrying down the dark street, he kept touching his pocket from time to time, as if to reassure himself that it was still there.



“Let me tell you,if I say I saw it,means it is true!Jimmy,do you ever listen to what I say?”she said,her voice dripping acid.


“Yes Honey,I always do”,he replied  in a resigned voice,born out of being married for a dozen years.


“Don’t evade the issue and “honey” me Jimmy Curtis!I know the likes of you!”she said accusingly.


“Okay,what is it that you want me to do?” he asked timidly.


“You are the man of the house.Do something before I get killed!”She screeched.


It had been going on for two days now.


Esmeralda was convinced that she had seen a Krait inside the kitchen garden.She had even concocted some stories of her scary yet brave encounters with the reptile.This had made her kitty party a roaring success that evening.


Tired of her nagging ,he had started to think .


And that had opened another door for him ….


He shivered when he looked back at that conversation.He marveled at his own courage.When pushed too hard,or too often,even the meekest can do the undoable.


It had needed meticulous planning of course.



Reaching home,he slipped in quietly and went straight to the kitchen.Esmeralda was out for the evening.Donning gloves,he  took out the bottle from his pocket and holding it’s mouth open,dropped the contents into the flour bin.He smiled, for he knew that the next morning,Esmeralda would be baking cookies for the  Ladies society baking contest.



The next afternoon…


“Sorry Mr.Curtis, the venom had spread too much for the anti-serum to work.Had she been brought here an hour earlier,possibly…”


“Oh Doctor!”he moaned, “if only I had not gone to the Pest Control office in the morning..but she had been insisting that there was a Esmee!”


He had sobbed brokenly,all the while laughing inwardly at his well earned freedom.