Cursed

Friday Fictioneers

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields,our host at FF and writer par excellence,wants us to write a 100 word story based on this picture prompt,this week:-)

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Ah,now if only I had not lost my magic pen-what?Okay,okay the magic mouse and the magical keyboard!Sigh-such nitpicking!

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Cursed

Just as Cecelia’s lips met his, he heard an angry hiss.

“You, a mere mortal dared touch a witch’s daughter!”

“But Ma, Horace loves me!”Cecelia cried.

“Wench! I will deal with you later.”

With that she zapped Cecelia who disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Horace knew he was in dire trouble when she pointed her wand at him and began chanting,” Blood run cold, skin turn white, break into parts and turn into doll !”

 

Horace’s head hurt.

 Opening his eyes, he was shocked to see his naked torso and legs nearby.

His life as a mannequin had begun!

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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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Love’s dream -A Haibun

Love’s dream 

 

My lover’s gaze kisses me and I blush. Longing fills my heart. My eyes wander searching for the truth. Inane banter takes meaningful form. Proud, I wear my love like a precious adornment. Time passes-a beautiful dream, flying on silvery wings. Love leaps, soaring, sparkling and drinking deeply from the spring of life.

Blind eyes fail to note that leaves have turned, dark clouds have converged. The seemingly warm cloak had been hiding the knife of treachery all the while. The poison of mistrust runs through my veins now. The weeds of indifference have overtaken the blossoms of love and I am dying a slow death under the veil of pretense.

 

Many hued pebbles

love, life lying threadbare

hopeless-a crushed rose

 

 

 

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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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Love – served cold

Writing for Dverse Poetics

At Dverse ( http://dversepoets.com/ )Claudia wants us to write a poem, inspired by one of the six artwork pieces by Catrin.To see more of her amazing artwork,hop over to http://catrinwelzstein.blogspot.de/

Scheeweisschen by Catrin Welz-Stein

Art by Catrin Welz-Stein

http://dversepoets.files.wordpress.com/2013/09/scheeweisschen-by-catrin-welz-stein.jpg?w=231&h=300

 

This is my first entry for D’verse,so am hoping that I am doing it right :-)Here is my  poem ,inspired by the above artwork.

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Love- served cold

 

His warm, impassioned bear hug

moves her not

cold, indifferent

she plucks

at his grasping arms.

 

Her alabaster beauty is to behold

but her icy heart is already sold

no passion can enfold

her growing love for gold-

her eyes have that faraway look

lofty dreams

her beacon.

 

Beseechingly,

he calls her name

a plea in his upturned eyes

black pools of emptiness

meet his gaze-

his aching heart

shattering

in a meteor

of pain.

 

He knows not what his life will be

loneliness was not his

chosen destiny-

love unrequited,

a broken heart

he moans for that

which never was!

 

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Imprisoned

Trifextra: Week Eighty-Four

It’s Friday and time for Trifextra :-)So what is the challenge thrown out=r way by Trifecta?Check for yourself  🙂

“This weekend we’re asking for 30 of your own words plus the three following words for a total of 33 words.  
Tether Loft Crown
 
This week’s challenge is community judged.”

 http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.LAq0w5HQ.dpuf

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Imprisoned

 

You tether my soul

with chains of your  love.

You rejoice-

eyes set on someone new!

Wearing the crown of victory

erases me-

Here,

I ache with longing

in my loft of loneliness.

 

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Murder on the menu

Trifecta: Week Sixty-Six

On to the weekly challenge.

DOCTOR (noun)

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a : an eminent theologian declared a sound expounder of doctrine by the Roman Catholic Church —called also doctor of the church

 

b : a learned or authoritative teacher

 

c : a person who has earned one of the highest academic degrees (as a PhD) conferred by a university

 

d : a person awarded an honorary doctorate (as an LLD or Litt D) by a college or university

2
a : a person skilled or specializing in healing arts; especially :one (as a physician, dentist, or veterinarian) who holds an advanced degree and is licensed to practice

 

b : medicine man

Please 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.
  • Trifecta is open to everyone.  Please join us.
 
This week’s challenge is community-judged.
 
This challenge was fun to doctor & I hope you will like it.Here is my submission.
 
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Murder on the menu

 

 

The palatial house enthralled the guests.

           

The raven haired hostess looked resplendent in her black & white silk gown.Her almond eyes were limpid pools of molten honey.Her skin?Cream & peaches.When she smiled,her rose bud lips looked dipped in dew.

 

Allan could not take his eyes off her & started to move towards her.Just then he saw that blackguard Chris,reach out & take her hand.He burnt with rage.

 

“You wait,you mongrel!Tonight is going to be your last night.She has promised to be mine & nothing can stop me now,”he thought.As he patted the sachet of powder  in his breast pocket, Allan’s eyes gleamed.

 

Chris bent to take her lily white hand & smiled  into her eyes.She is such an angel.She had looked so  vulnerable when she had told  him how that nincompoop ,Allan, had been troubling her.

 

 “I am going to ask her to marry me as soon as I remove that scoundrel Allan, from her life. Tonight I am going to put an end to his pestering ways,”he told himself.He was going to doctor Allan’s drink,when they sat down  to dinner.He smiled happily at the thought.

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She had been watching them surreptitiously,favouring first one then the other with a smile here,a look there.Keep them guessing she thought,smiling inwardly.She had played her cards well. She was enjoying playing them against each other.

 

Each thought that she was besotted with him-ha!

 

Men!Such fools!

 

The chase was fun but once they fell under her spell,she lost interest.

 

Money?She had accumulated enough over the last six years from her three ex

husbands–all three sleeping peacefully forever-well,not peacefully maybe ,she smirked. She had the sense not only to doctor their meals & medicines,but also the documents ,such that everything came to her after their demise.

 

This time around,she was doing it for the sheer fun of it.Her eyes sparkled at the thought of the scandal ,the news that all this would make.A double murder for the entrée-yum!She could hardly wait for dinner to start.

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Estranged

Trifextra: Week Fifty-Five

For this weekend’s challenge Trifecta asked us to include some hyperbole in our piece.  It doesn’t have to be the whole piece, but it needs to be in there, and they are looking for 33 words, as usual.

 

And moron that I am,I thought it’s going to be a cake walk.After penning my disappointing nth piece,I just fell down in an exhausted heap.Been picking up all the pieces for the last century & here I am,with my submission(hope Trifecta is still going strong) 😛

 

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ESTRANGED

 

Betrayal made her die a hundred deaths,

She ripped his heart to shreds

Trust lay bleeding,love gone cold,

Broken promises,truths untold.

Tears flowed to put Niagara to shame

Estranged,yet playing the blame game.

 

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Cupid’s angst

Trifecta: Week Sixty-Four

 

This week,Trifecta asked us to respond to the following word prompt –

 
Please 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.
  • Trifecta is open to everyone.  Please join us.

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/

 

And Boy,did I dwell on it-phew,don’t even ask!Well,for what it is worth,here is what I came up with-hope its not too bad:-)

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Cupid’s angst

 

 “Why so sad, Honey?”asked Psyche.

 

“I think, I have lost my touch,” replied Cupid, glumly.

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“My arrows are failing to wound & inflame hearts …” Cupid trailed off.

 

 

“You are the God of love-no one is immune to your spell,” said Psyche, reassuring her husband.

 

“You think I am making it up?” retorted Cupid, a little irritated.

 

“No, I think it must be some glitch. Just relax,” said Psyche soothingly.

 

“I don’t want to dwell on it but ..,” said Cupid, looking forlorn.

 

Psyche noted the wan look, the drooping shoulders, the missing twinkle in his eyes-where was the fun loving & mischievous Cupid? She had to do something.

 

Aloud she said,” Just give me a day, I will find a solution.”

 

This reeked of foul play & she had her suspicions.

 

She had to find out.

 

Apollo started when he saw her & said a little too warmly (who did not know of the animosity between the two households?),”Welcome to my humble home Psyche. What brings you here so early in the day?”

 

“Cut the niceties Apollo. What mischief have you been making in Cupid’s workshop? His arrows are ineffective.”

 

Psyche saw a flicker of a smug smile appear & disappear in a flash.

 

So ,she thought,it IS him.

 

Apollo said,”Now, now, .why should I even think of doing such a thing? You are letting your imagination run away with you Psyche.”

 

“Really? So tell me what this is doing here Apollo,” said Psyche, moving to pick up the tell tale trademark feather from Apollo’s robes.

 

Apollo looked trapped. He had in fact spent most of the night in Cupid’s armory sabotaging the arrows.Oh, darn that feather!!

 

Psyche said, “If you do not set things right by today evening, I shall have to take this matter to Zeus & the council of Gods. Am sure you do not want that.”

 

Apollo’s mumbled apology told Psyche that her words had hit home.

 

She smiled.

 

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Eat,pray,love

Trifextra: Week Fifty-Four

 

This weekend Trifecta has thrown us a curved ball-its not a writing challenge but a reading challenge.We have been  asked  to scour through our favorite pieces of literature and give them  the best 33 words we can find.

Some quick guidelines:

  • The writing you choose should not be your own.
  • The 33 words should be lifted directly from another source (i.e. don’t take 33 random words from Macbeth and shake them into a poem of your own (though that would be an awesome idea for another challenge) and don’t take a sentence from the beginning of a book and another from the end–keep the original order).
  • Credit your sources.
  • You can’t use the same 33 words as anyone else in the linkz. Skim through before posting your own.  You can use the same author and even the same title, just not the exact same words.
This weekend is judged by the community.
 
Easy you say?I say,no!It’s like looking for a needle in a heap of needles & choosing the one that appeals to you.Having read many books, & having a lot of favourites in different genres,this was definitely tough.Fortunately,the last book I read had me in its grips from the first page & I loved it so much that it stuck in my mind-so here goes,my chosen 33 .
 
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You make some big grandiose decision about what you need to do, or who you need to be, and then circumstances arise that immediately reveal to you how little you understood about yourself.” 

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