Three in a row

 

 

This weekend Trifextra says this-“writers, it’s up to you. We want you to choose a word and use it three times in your 33 words. However, it must be either a verb, noun or adjective and the form of the word cannot change, it must appear exactly the same three times.

 See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.0aiW8NOz.dpuf

Here are my 33 words:-)

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Three in a row

She was on the third floor.

She knocked.

She smiled, enjoying the look of surprise on his face.

He was her third and final victim.

Third time had always proved lucky for her.

 

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Sometimes the best- laid plans…

Trifecta: Week 104

The  weekly prompt.by Trifecta is-

 
 
Remember: 
 
• 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. 
• If your post doesn’t meet our requirements, please leave your link in the comments section, not in the linkz. 
• Trifecta is open to everyone. 

This week’s word is companion.

See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.5Qgjyjly.dpuf

Here come my 333 words:-)

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Sometimes the best-laid plans…

 

 “Patrick, I need the Sun. Move my chair near the window.”

“Patrick, go get my knitting needles and the blue yarn.”

“Are you deaf? Or blind? I said blue, not green!”

How he hated her dominating attitude.

But, worse was her condescending tone.

“Patrick, when will you ever learn to set the table properly?”

“Is it so difficult to understand? We are going to the concert, not the market and you expect me to wear this frumpy frock!”

“If Agatha had sent you to some better school, at least you could have known how to read. “

He despised her.

She the rich invalid relative, he the poor(ly) paid companion.

Companion, my foot! He thought and seethed inwardly. She treats me worse than a servant.

Then, six months back, he had met Julia at the local deli-a gentle beauty. Love was instant.

 But he had no prospects and all his hopes hung on this old relative dying early, leaving her substantial estate to him.

However, the visit to the Doctor a week ago poured cold water on all his hopes. The test reports said that though her legs would never bear her weight again, she was otherwise healthy and expected to live long.

 He saw his dreams turning to ashes.

Murder it had to be but as the sole heir, he knew suspicion was bound to fall on him.

An accident was the perfect answer.

“The view is really breath-taking Patrick. For once you have pleased me.”

Standing behind her, he smirked.

He pushed the wheel chair, heard her screaming, realizing at the last moment that she had latched on to his wrist….

 

“What a horrific accident!”The crowd murmured.

Police examined the site and concluded that the boulder had come loose and both victims had slipped and fallen onto  the rocks below.

While the elderly lady had died, the younger man had smashed his spine, thus becoming a vegetable from the waist down. The trauma had robbed him of his speech as well.

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Friday, November 15, 2013

Trifextra: Week Ninety-Four–TrifeXXXtra

It is time for something eXXXtra at Trifecta this weekend-phew,am feeling all hot and embarrassed at my inexperience at writing this kind of stuff.Read for yourself what the challenge is-

And now on to a completely different type of prompt. As you may or may not know, November 15 is National Erotica Day. Trifecta is not an erotica-specific type of place, but we never shy away from a chance to stretch our creative limbs, and we hope you’ll join us as we dive in to celebrate this quirky day. 

We are asking for an open write this weekend–33 to 333 words of erotic writing.  No specific words need to be used, and we aren’t necessarily banning any either.This year we are imposing one additional limitation: we are not accepting any entries that deal with sexual violence.  We want this to be a celebration of sensuality.  Posts that contain graphic violence will be immediately deleted from our collection.So, hop to it.  Get cracking.  Break out of your comfort zone.  Or, if this is your comfort zone, let us in. This weekend’s challenge is community judged.

See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.HOhXOh8U.dpuf

I debated and dilly dallied over this one for almost 48 hours before deciding to follow Trifecta’s directive-I mean,unless I step out of my comfort zone,I will never evolve as a writer,right?Who knows,I may even win(ha!ha!Day dreaming is good 😉 )So here are my 333 words of erotica,served timidly-please have a bite 😀

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His eyes ran over her hungrily as she entered the room. Her auburn hair framed her pixie like face. His skin tingled with anticipation as she walked over to the bar in her sexy red stilettos.

He inhaled her musky scent as she climbed on to the bar stool next to him. His breath caught in his throat as her short dress climbed up, his pupils dilating at the sight of her creamy thighs.

She did not look at him but her soft, warm hands came to rest on his .This simple act was enough to set him aflame. It took all his will power not to take her then and there.

With a seductive smile, she suddenly turned and kissed him full on the mouth. She tasted deliciously sweet. Before he could react, she took hold of his shirt and tore it off his body, the buttons flying. She pulled him by his tie and pushed him onto the bed, unbuckling his belt and relieving him of his trousers and briefs in one fluid motion. Shoes and socks followed.

As he lay on the bed, his arousal evident, she danced sensuously, dropping her clothes, one by one.

Climbing on to the bed she stood over him, gyrating, wearing only her red stilettos.  This made him go crazy. He lunged at her but she moved away.”Not yet, my Romeo,” she smiled mischievously.”The night is still young. Let’s play.”

And so they played. Soon, her sighs turned to moans when he used expert touches to wind her up, her taut body a beautiful instrument of love. In return her lips sang paeans to his rising passion, his ragged breathing, her reward. The kisses deepened, their desire scaling higher.

Slowly, the eagerness to drink deeply from this sea of love spilled over and their bodies fused- a single throbbing entity, strumming to the throes of love. When her molten core arched up in a crescendo of ecstasy, he joined her quickly, melting together in rupture.

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The agony of it all

Trifecta: Week 103

This week the word prompt is –

 

Remember (verb):  3 a :  to keep in mind for attention or consideration    b :  REWARD

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Here are my 333:-)

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The agony of it all

 

Sometimes I sit back and wonder  that when you wrap your arms around other women-the new ones-who have fallen prey to your charms or even some of the old flames, who like me, have not yet learnt their lesson, what goes on in your treacherous heart?

Even as a young boy, you looked so sure of yourself and though girls swooned at the mere mention of your name, you seemed oblivious to their charms. Did you know that you were our collective Prince charming-every girl‘s secret crush? I was one of the crowd-never hoping to even catch your eye but how I loved you! No, I did not tell anyone-it was my secret and I hoarded it like a squirrel hoards nuts for winter.

Years rolled by and though I did not see you for a decade, still my heart held on to hope-the hope you had never given me. Life came full circle and we met. Circumstances were different and I found consolation in being your friend.

But, fate had something else in store. A weak moment and the secret locked within escaped my lips. That proved to be my undoing.

Our equation changed. You started working your magic on me, wooing me subtly at first and then more boldly. My heart blossomed under your loving touch and though a little mouse called doubt kept nibbling at my trust, I stoically looked the other way. Soon, you had me where you wanted-under your thumb. You owned me body and soul.

Game over.

Only a few scraps of love could be salvaged from that wreckage of emotional debris which you left behind. I was too naive to understand your mind games and your cold indifference killed all my self-esteem.

Still, somewhere deep down, I hope that you felt something akin to love and that you remember, like you said you always will.

But, am deluding myself, for it cannot be true -simply because, for you to remember would mean you loved me too!

 

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Elected

Trifextra: Week Ninety-Three

Time for Trifextra.This is what Trifecta has to say about this weekend’s prompt.

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.

See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.gA1qnu58.dpuf

 

These are my 33 words.

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Elected

Earthlings had been clamouring incessantly.

A new God was needed.

The Council of Gods had to choose.

The last applicant sailed in.

Collective sighs and 32 “ayes” greeted the new Goddess of consensus.

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The Reminder

It is time to take a dip in the amazing world of flash fiction again:-)It is time for writing for Friday Fictioneers, courtesy our host ,the wonderfully talented Rochelle:-)The challenge is to write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)This week,we have this photo to be used as inspiration.Her comes my piece 😛

 

Friday Fictioneers-The Reminder

Copyright-Al Forbes

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Parking his car in the driveway, he heard laughter.

It was Stella, his wife.

Inside, their 6 year old daughter Daphne stood pouting, arms akimbo.

“We have to return the head, Daddy!”

“What head?”

“Dave, remember we watched the legend of Sleepy Hollow?”

“So?’

“Today she saw the stone head at the museum .Since then, she has been saying that,” Stella grinned.

“But Daddy, the head told me to!”

“What did it say sweetie?”

Eerily, Daphne pronounced in a sing song nasal voice,“It is time you returned what you took.”

Dave paled.

Stella froze.

Both remembered –too late for amends!

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The Unveiling

Trifecta: Week 102

The weekly prompt at Trifecta is-

 
:  skill in planning, making, or executing :  dexterity

2 a :  an occupation or trade requiring manual dexterity or artistic skill <the carpenter’s craft> <the craft of writing plays> <crafts such as pottery, carpentry, and sewing>

 

plural :  articles made by craftspeople <a store selling crafts> <a crafts fair>

:  skill in deceiving to gain an end <used craft and guile to close the deal>

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/11/trifecta-week-102.html#comment-form

Here is my submission:-)

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The Unveiling

 

Smiling, she opened the door and flung herself into his arms. He laughed and hugged her back. He could not help it. Her exuberance was infectious!

“Stevie! So, so good to see you again! I knew you would never forsake us-so what if you are a big shot in the city now!”She giggled, looking at him mischievously.

Later, at her studio, she regaled him with all the local gossip and told him proudly that she had been selected to sculpt his full size replica, to be placed at the town Square. The town planned to honour its Hero before he left for the city in two weeks time.

He listened and wondered how and when to tell her about the change in his plans for their future. He was afraid that she would not take it well.

Next week, when they met for dinner, he broached the topic.

“Julia, about our engagement…I think we ought to talk about it.”

“Of course, Stevie, its time we set the wedding date. We also need to finalize our move to the city. I was wondering if getting a studio for my work would be…

“Julia, please listen, “he interrupted her.”I am sorry, but I have met someone else and I want to call off the engagement. This is the only reason I came.”

He was surprised when she did not break down but told him in a strangely cold tone,”Thank you for being honest.”

A week later, he had booked an early morning flight and had decided to check in at the airport hotel the night before.

At 2 a.m, Julia called, “Come immediately.”

He could not refuse.

She was at her studio, working feverishly at his replica.”I could not finish this without you.”

She poured champagne into two glasses. ”To a new life! Cheers!”

Two weeks later.

Steven’s bronze statue was unveiled by the Mayor. Everyone marveled at Julia’s craftsmanship. Sad, Steven had to leave for Africa.

Julia smiled. She too could use craft.

 

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In the cards

Trifextra: Week Ninety-Two

 

The Trifextra prompt this weekend is very different from the usual fare.This is what Trifecta says-

 

In The Scorpio Races, author Maggie Stiefvater writes, “It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.”  Give us the next thirty-three words of this story, as you imagine it.  Take it wherever you like, but make it original and make it 33 words exactly. – See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.X88S3P6S.dpuf

 

So,here come my 33 🙂

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In the cards

Doctors told her she had been poisoned.

“These 3 cards indicate danger, misfortune.”

Sabina remembered that prediction.

Yes, she had been in danger but now misfortune was going to visit Ali, her husband.

 

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A thing called life (Ligo Haibun)

Ligo Haibun Challenge – 01/11-07/11

Hello friends and readers,today make my debut in another new arena-the Haibun. Encouraged and gently guided by none other than Managua Gunn,am ready to take my first tentative steps in this genre of writing.The picture prompt for this Haibun is below-

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Hope my submission below is not too disappointing 😛

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A thing called life

 

She shivered. “Is it the autumn chill or the chill in my heart? Or maybe I am getting old!” She smiled ruefully at that thought.

 

Fitting a lifetime of memories in cardboard boxes and packing cases is not an easy task but he managed to go through the paces. With the last bit of memory rolled up and packed away, the house resonated with an emptiness that had made its home in his heart, the night it all ended.

 

Life is so like seasons, she mused .Everything is same, yet all is new. Only our perspective changes, just like the leaves changing colour. Nature shows us the way, but we human beings resist change.

 

Standing outside on the busy road, he looked up and for a moment saw her at the window, leaning out and laughing .His blinked his eyes. His treacherous heart was playing tricks-again. The once familiar neighbourhood, felt so alien today.  It seemed just yesterday, when he had carried her in and gently set her down in the hallway of their new home. How her eyes had sparkled, proud and happy to be beside him.

 

Promises really don’t mean anything, do they, her mind probed. We just trade words for possible dreams, probable hopes, for a future unseen. Just like the tree has no idea which of the leaves will change colour in autumn or be the first to detach itself, none of us know what will stop breathing first-a relationship or life..

 

Their life had been so full-of love, of happiness, of unbridled joy and all because they were together. The children, when they came brought in their share of blessings, which just strengthened their bond. What he did not foresee was the cruel blow that fate was planning, for he was bewitched by lady luck’s limitless bounty.

 

The evening gloom had begun to permeate the garden outside, she observed.Within, the icy tentacles of despair were curling around her hapless heart. Counting slowly to ten, she eased her breathing and told herself, “Don’t be a ninny! You need to be strong. You have to tell him that you are leaving-he deserves that much!”

 

Why she kept it a secret till the last moment, he failed to understand. She had always been so open. He had panicked and chaos had ensued. He felt betrayed-it was so unfair…he had had no time to even grieve her loss…

 

Flurry of seasons

momentary joy-deaf to

the tolling death knell

 

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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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