The Baby

Monday, October 28, 2013

Trifecta: Week 101

This week Trifecta says-

On now to our weekly prompt.  It’s our last Halloween-inspired prompt of 2013, and we can’t wait to see what you’ve got in store for us.  Please remember that we are looking for the third definition of our prompt word.  Please also note that we need the word exactly as it appears below.  No tense changes allowed.  Good luck!

boo 

1 (interjection)
used to express contempt or disapproval or to startle or frighten2 (noun)
a sound that people make to show they do not like or approve of someone or something3 (verb) to show dislike or disapproval of someone or something by shouting “Boo” slowly

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.wAcSvVw2.dpuf

A tough cookie-this!Hoping that I have used the correct definition and that my cookie won’t crumble 😉

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The Baby

Evening shadows lengthened and shrouded the nooks and crannies of the old mansion. The eerie silence was dotted with the shy rustling of fall leaves, being kissed by the passing breeze. Not a soul stirred inside-yet.

In the nearby forest, shadowy, amorphous shapes played hide and seek.

Night came in quietly, wearing her black velvet cloak. Moon peeked out from behind two brooding clouds, reflected for a second, and then went back into hiding.

Inside the mansion, furry legs scuttled from cellars, tails swishing, red eyes glinting. Whispery wings unfurled from their slumbering upside down positions and swooped down. Shimmery threads glistened in the corners of the room. The Master watched, unseen, pleased to see the minions bustling around.

He sensed her before she appeared before him. Even after 400 years, she looked as good as new and he was proud of his choice. She gave him a smouldering look and smiled, gold flecks glinting in her narrowed eyes. He enveloped her in his cape and they kissed passionately.

Just then the front door burst open and a handsome young man slunk in .He looked ashen and this pleased his parents, for it became him but he also looked down in the fangs, and that worried them.

“Oh! Not tonight of all nights!” cried his Mommy.

“What is the matter Son?” Asked his father.

“The kids in the village don’t like me!” The century old baby Vampire seemed on the verge of tears.

Instantly Mommy was next to him, holding him.

“My poor Baby!” She crooned.

Turning to her mate, she said, “ Didn’t I tell you not to let him go alone? He is too young and those kids are such bullies!”

Papa Vampire said quietly, “It’s time he grew up! He is a Vampire. They should be scared of him! Go, show them son!”

Baby Vampire cried out in fear, “No Papa! They will boo me again!”

“Put him to bed before the guests see him like this,” said Papa Vampire, looking dejected.

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Carpe Diem #334 Fence

Carpe Diem #334, fence (provided by Lolly)

The prompt “fence” is full of possibilities and ai think it made me go a little mad 😀 Here are my efforts for what they are worth:-)

 

Sitting on the fence-
undecided
or plain cowardly?

Fence me in
with your love-
wolves inching closer.

Broken fence
a reminder
of passing time.

Visitors
outside the fence
prisoners inside

Crazy fans
toppling the fence
mayhem let loose

Stuck to the fence
carcass of
electrocuted cattle

Leaning over the fence
to exchange
love notes,stolen kisses

Crushed under the
fallen fence
tiny sapling,still lives.

 

Carpe Diem Special #64-Garry Gay’s “Touched”

Carpe Diem Special #64, Garry Gay’s fifth haiku “touched”

 

At Carpe Diem,the goal of this Special episode is to write a new haiku inspired on the one given by Garry Gay and to try to catch the same mood as the haiku by Garry Gay.

 

touched
in the darkness–
by a snowflake

 

(c) Garry Gay

 

 In my excitement I have written quite a few-hopefully they are in keeping with the essence of the beautiful Haiku by Garry:-)

 

 

Touched by stormy night

a leaf shivers

hugging the window pane

 

 

Touched by
stony silence
fragile heart breaks

 

 

Soft lips meet
moist in desire-
passion smolders

 

 

Eyes close in slumber
touched by
mother’s love

 

Nostalgia-
touches a chord
stirs a forgotten memory

 

 

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Carpe Diem-Tan renga

Carpe Diem’s Tan Renga Challenge #20, Joanne’s “Autumn Leaves”

 

At Carpe Diem, this week’s Tan Renga Challenge is started with a haiku by Joanne of 4Joy. She wrote it in response on Garry Gay’s 4th Special and it’s a stunning haiku. The goal is to write the second stanza (7-7) to this Tan Renga started by Joanne. 

Stanza 1 (5-7-5):

autumn leaves
myriad shades red and gold
begin to fall as snow                                   (Joanne)

 

Stanza 2 (7-7):

 

saddles her winter horses
snow flakes ,frost and hail follow                  (Atreyee)

 

 

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Carpe Diem,Tanka Shrine #1

Carpe Diem’s Tanka Shrine #1, “Small footprints” by Marika Kitakubo

 

 

This month’s Tanka is written by:

Mariko Kitakubo

fine snow
of New Year’s Day,
small footprints
lead to grandma’s gate
before the shrine

 

 

The goal is, as it is at the Carpe Diem Specials, to write a Tanka in the same sense, tone and spirit as the one given..Here is my inspired Tanka.

 

 

Smile wreathed in wrinkles
greets another,sparkling new
coos and gurgles mix-
Grandma’s gnarled finger held tight
Baby’s love her New year gift!

 

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The verbal beast

Trifextra: Week Ninety-One

This weekend Trifecta has the following on the menu for Trifextra challenge-

It’s now time for some Trifextra fun. Thirty years ago, Roald Dahl published the book Dirty Beasts, a collection of poems for children about weird and wonderful animals. The last poem, however, is called The Tummy Beast about a boy who thinks there’s someone living in his belly. Your Trifextra challenge is to write 33 words on a beast in an unusual place. No swamps or forests or caves, we really want you to take your beast out of its comfort zone. http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.eAWaxdhd.dpuf

This was indeed very tough and I almost gave up before deciding to just go with the flow.Hope it is not too bad 😛

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The Verbal beast

 

Hiding between the vocal chords

it creeps up on the tongue

caustic words of derision

cutting down everyone

cares not for enemies made

nor the friends lost-

Sarcasm, the beast

spares no one!

 

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The living dead

Trifecta: Week One Hundred

This week’s prompt by Trifecta is-

PHANTOM (noun) 1   a :  something apparent to sense but with no substantial existence :  APPARITION      b :  something elusive or visionary      c :  an object of continual dread or abhorrence 2 :  something existing in appearance only 3 :  a representation of something abstract, ideal, or incorporeal.

 

This is my submission.Hope you all like it:-)

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The living dead

“Oh, aren’t these adorable!” She squealed with delight, her eyes sparkling.

He looked at her holding out the tiny, lemon yellow booties at him.

He looked at her, his heart squeezing tightly in his chest and he almost bolted.

“They will be just right for our little one, “she added, touching her flat stomach and smiling dreamily.

Every time he saw her like this, he died a little-slow poisoned by her phantom of delusion.

But, he had no option for it was nobody’s fault that they were embroiled in this sordid affair called living!

They had so been in love and after a few years of working and partying hard had decided to start a family. Within a few months, her Doctor had conveyed the good news and they had started building the nursery. It was their Christmas gift to each other.

The baby was due in Fall – a season they both loved. He loved the delightful colours and that autumn was a harbinger of new life. She on the other hand, was like a kid let loose in a candy shop and went fully crazy preparing for Halloween and the associated festivities. He loved to see her dress up in spooky outfits and she enjoyed giving loads of treats to the kids who came to their door for,”trick or treat”

Then came New Year and they went out to party. It was a joyous celebration; tender moments engraved in his heart forever-their last together. He remembered her exuberant singing with the band and dancing.

Flushed and happy, they were returning home when it happened. A drunken driver, crashed into their car head on.

When he regained consciousness, he was told that their baby was no more and his wife and love of life had gone into a shock.

It took a year for the scars to heal-the visible ones, but she never healed from within-her mind frozen within the time before the accident –his love for her, their only succour…

 

 

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Am I losing it?

Trifextra: Week Ninety

 

It is time for Trifextra. For this weekend’s prompt,this is what Trifecta has to say-”  Katherine Paterson, author of Bridge to Terabithia, wrote, “It’s like the smarter you are, the more things can scare you.”  We are looking for a 33-word explanation of what scares you (or your character). “

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.JcfMbomr.dpuf

Here are my 33 words:-)

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Am I losing it?

 

It does not stalk me

but lurks in

unexpected corners

peeking from

the mirror of

forgetfulness,

leering at my

growing inability

to remember-

hauntingly  real

yet distant

this

 fear of

losing my mind!

 

 

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Carpe Diem-Release

Carpe Diem #325, Release (provided by Maggie Grace)

 

 

Weary heart cringes
mortgaged to daily living-
the soul seeks release

 

Don’t hold on
release the sorrow-
joy needs wings

 

Shedding the old to
don the new,changing season
a joyous release

 

Nefarious

Trifecta: Week Ninety-Nine

Yes,Trifecta has reached its 99th week-a milestone indeed!Congrats to the Trifecta team and am so glad that I found this site and the community for my journey as  a flash fiction writer(of sorts) has started with them-so thank you Trifecta:-)

This week Trifecta has this on the menu for us-

This week we are giving you a page from the Oxford English Dictionary.  The ninety-ninth page, to be exact.  From this page, you can choose any word, any definition, to use in your post.  (Please type your chosen word in bold, so we know.)  And instead of our typical 33-333 word limit, we are asking for 99 words exactly. 

See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.kmbTbwjl.dpuf

 

I have chosen the word “Baby ” and here is my piece:-)

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Nefarious

 

There was no moon that night. It had been raining. The moist, dank smell of rotting leaves permeated the atmosphere.

A man dug ferociously, darting furtive glances at the bundle lying on the muddy path.

Clad in black robes with a vermilion mark on her forehead, the woman looked possessed.

He finished digging the grave, sweat dripping from his face.

Her kohl-lined eyes glittered madly. She said, “Do it-NOW!”

Picking up the bundle, he lowered it into the grave.

The woman started chanting loudly.

The baby began wailing.

He smiled and started shovelling the mud onto his daughter’s body…