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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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…

 

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Zombies at a bar

Trifecta: Week Ninety-Eight

This week the prompt that Trifecta threw at us was familiar in one way but not in another -at least to me-simply because I am a teetotaler 😛  Look at the third definition given below  yourself and see what I mean:-)

 

ZOMBIE (noun)

:  a mixed drink made of several kinds of rum, liqueur, and fruit juice.

 

Here is my piece,all of 329 words.

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Zombies at a bar

 

It was Halloween and “The High and mighty” was full. There was revelry in the air and everyone was having a ball.

Jack looked up from behind the bar, every time the door opened. He knew almost everyone in this town. His eyes scanned the tables. He seemed very nervous.

Anyone who knew Jack would have scoffed at this, for Jack was known for his calm nature and his ability to deal with any problem without batting an eyelid.

But Jack had heard things. If rumours were to be believed the future of this town was at stake and he was afraid that the town was not ready for such a calamity-not that anyone could ever be prepared for such a thing, he thought, trembling inwardly.

They needed a miracle.

Danny, a regular, seated himself at the bar & said, “Hello Jack! Get me a Zombie!”

Jack almost dropped the wine glass he was polishing, his eyes looking shocked.

Danny looked amused and said, “What now? It’s Halloween and I need a strong drink man! ”

Jack composed himself and winking at Danny, said, “Very apt! One Zombie coming up, Sir.”

Suddenly, the door flew open rattling the bottles and china. With that came a stench. Everyone looked up and froze. The bar maids Marissa and Janice screamed while Clare fainted!

As Jack had been fearing, the undead were here. The two Zombies started shuffling in, making awful noises, while the crowd started pushing and shoving, trying to retreat to a safe corner. One of the zombies caught hold of a customer.

Jack started praying.

Just as things started looking hopeless, Dean and his brother Sam burst in and chopped off the heads of the zombies in one blow!

A miracle indeed!

Jack ran to hug the heroes and the crowd heaved a collective sigh of relief. Dean and Sam smiled and walked out. For the hunters, it was just another job.

(End of Supernatural episode 7, season 10)

 

 

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Trifextra: Week Eighty-Eight

Weekend is here and  it is time for Trifextra.

Trifecta has a history of dedicating the entire month of October to Halloween.  They are kicking it off early and easy with this prompt:

You’ve found some old books.  On page 3 of one of the books, this illustration appears:

Artist credit: Dan Duford
www.poisonedplayground.com

Trifecta wants us to give the 33 words that follow this illustration.  What happens next? 

Here is mine 🙂

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Brain-dead

 

Jeepers! You are ugly!

Umm…pffttt…

Oh God! You stutter!

OOOOAAARRGGHH!

Don’t! Your breath stinks!

Squelch…Squish…

Man! You are falling to pieces!

Unhhhh…

“JOSH!”

 Go back! Hide!

 Mmmffff…

Banging the book shut-

 “Coming, Mom!”

 

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The Countdown

Trifecta: Week Ninety-Seven

This week’s prompt word is –
 

ASS

 
 

Here is my submission.

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The Countdown

 

Melissa looked out and groaned inwardly.

He was up on the rickety ladder, trying to hang a string of light bulbs on to their Christmas tree

Aloud, she said,” Clarence, don’t you think it is too early to decorate the tree? It’s still two weeks to Christmas!”

He grinned, the lop-sided one, which once had charmed her. She hated it now.God, she hated him now!

“Oh Mel!

She hated it when he called her that!

“Christmas is in one’s heart. It’s giving and spreading love. I want to spread it, “ he literally cooed.

Someone kill me, cried Melissa silently.

She went in .She would rather not be party to this kind of foolishness and definitely not be the object of derision of the amused passers-by.

She was glad that all this would be over soon.

 

It had not been like this always.

They both had met in college and fallen in love. Everyone envied them. They looked perfect together, were intelligent, funny and had a bright future ahead.

After graduation, they landed plum jobs, tied the knot with the blessings of their families. Nothing could have gone wrong.

But it did.

Recession hit and Clarence lost his job. He sank into depression.

She had a miscarriage.

He took to drinking.

 Many sessions of counselling ensued and he joined AA.

Then the real trouble started.

He met Greta. She was all that Melissa was not.Frumpy, boring with no class or education to speak of! A real dumb-ass!

But by Jove, she knew how to spout the scriptures and was a fanatic.Funnily, Clarence, took to her and her teachings like a duck to water.

 

After failing to wean Clarence away from this suicidal “religion” and the clutches of his ever present Greta, she decided to take matters into her own hands.

The countdown had begun.

Clarence was going to receive a beautiful Christmas gift, for Melissa was in a mood to give too. Their divorce was going to be granted on Christmas Eve!

 

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The Conqueror,the Queen and the General

Trifextra: Week Eighty-Seven

 

Friday means Trifextra and this weekend  we have to write 33 of our own words about a famous trio. The trio could be from literature, from history or from pop culture. 

 

Here is an imaginary scene from history from two different time periods, involving a famous trio:-)

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The Conqueror, the Queen and the General

 

Julius: Let us be lovers

Cleopatra: Give me Egypt

Julius: Granted!

 

 

Antony: I love you. Let’s be…

Cleopatra: No!

Antony: But why?

Cleopatra: History says… (shrugs) I would rather we both not die.

 

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Genesis 3-Paradise (not) lost

Trifextra: Week Eighty-Six

Already Sunday!Oh my!How time flies!So,what does Trifextra have  for us this weekend?Ah!A fellow Trifectan MOV,gave them a super idea and this is what they have to say-

“This weekend, we want you to give us a 33-word time travel story.  We don’t usually tell you what to title your piece, but we’d love it if you could title it with the year/date that you choose. “

So let me see where I can travel to-coming?

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Genesis 3-Paradise (not) lost

 

Serpent: Here Eve, come eat this delicious fruit.

Eve (making a face): Yuck! I hate fruits!

Serpent (sullenly): How you fuss!

Eve (eyeing him thoughtfully): Hmm…

Soon after-

 Eve (drool): Yummy snake sushi!

 

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Once upon a night…

Trifecta: Week Ninety-Five

 

This week Trifecta wants us to come up with a piece  which is between 33-333 words and uses the third definition of the word “Rainbow”.The definition is-

[from the impossibility of reaching the rainbow, at whose foot a pot of gold is said to be buried] :  an illusory goal or hope.

 

Yes, the prompt for this week is rainbow and having just recovered from a bout of Migraine,am still seeing a palette full of colours-so here comes my “rainbow”(even if there is no pot of gold-as yet -at the end 😉

 

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Once upon  a night…...

 

“I do!” said Gillian,taking the marriage vow.

She had arrived at her pot of gold!No chasing the rainbow anymore!

Not an easy task to outsmart some of the sharpest minds, a bevy of beauties and the richest of the rich, not to mention the big names of the county.

 And what was her claim to fame?Nothing but aspirations and dreams.At 25, her violet eyes and porcelain skin stood out against her copper tinted hair but that,she knew would not be enough to carry her into the arms of  a rich man!

So she set her eyes on Rupert,35 ,gentle and shy and with no clue as to how to deal with the fawning women who fought to be noticed by him!

It was opportune that he advertised for a personal assistant to help him and Gillian’s matter-of-fact attitude made Rupert pick her from the dozen or so applicants.

Slowly,she made herself indispensable. As time passed, Rupert realised that she had no designs on him and they became friends.

All was going as per Gillian’s plan-she was able to deflect all the wannabes intending to become Mrs Rupert,when one fine day,his great Aunt Mathilda  arrived with Miriam in tow.She intended her great nephew to make Miriam his wife!

This was a bolt from the blue .

But as luck would have it,soon  Mathilda decided to visit  the neighbouring town with Miriam.

 Gillian acted promptly.

That night she spiked Rupert’s coffee and while picking her own cup,”accidently” spilled it on her dress.

 In the morning ,Rupert found  Giilian in his bed-neither of them had any clothes on and it was obvious what had happened.

Being the conscientious man that he was,he immediately proposed to Gillian,for he truly cared for her and Great Aunt Mathilda was sent packing with her precious Miriam.

Thinking of that day, Gillian chuckled.

Starry eyed,she  looked fondly at Rupert and smiled.She knew,he was going to be a great husband and he need never know that nothing did happen that night.

 

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