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Friday Fictioneers

Friday has come and gone (in my part of the world at least) and I have not yet made my entry on FF,where every week our fantastic host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields  reels in over 100 writers from all over the globe to spin their magic with the photo prompt provided,in around 100 words.For more details,please click on this –  http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/friday-fictioneers-2/

This week I was afraid I may miss entering as my brother and his family are visiting.With tons of fun,cooking ,cleaning and outings,hardly any time left to  catch the escaped muse,which seizing it’s chance has gone on a vacation.But as all FF writers will admit,we loathe to miss getting our weekly fix ,so here is my 100 word tale(sorry if it is insipid) following this week’s photo prompt,provided by none other than the very talented and versatile Adam Ickes-thank you Adam:-)I also hope that my friends and readers will understand if I am late this week in catching up with the reading and responding.

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copyright – Adam Ickes

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This is beautiful!

Knew you would like it buttercup.

What a view!

Wait till night falls-it is spectacular.

Why is it so deserted?

The locals say the bridge is cursed.

How?

People disappear.

Great! Now kiss me and let us disappear too.

Good idea, come closer.

Umm…

Ouch!

What happened?

Something bit my leg.

Let me see…

Jon, I am scared.

Something is not right.

What’s that slithering noise?

Let’s not wait. Run!

Unseen, the inky black creatures emerged from under the bridge and sinking their sharp teeth into the fleeing ankles, dragged them into the water.

 

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Scent of yesterday

Scent of yesterday

 

The exquisite dress showcased in the display window took Trisha’s breath away. Her pupils dilated, her heart hammered in her chest and she felt faint.

“Get a grip girl, this is London and not Paris,” she admonished herself.

Still, she could not stop herself from looking up to check the name of the shop.”En amour”! Her head reeled. No, it was just not possible!

Trisha was suddenly afraid. Should she enter the shop? Was it worth the risk? What if it turned out to be true? And what if it did not? Did she truly want to know?

With trepidation, she entered the shop. Immediately, her senses were assailed by the fragrance of mimosas-her favourite. A young shop assistant came up to her, “May I help you Madam?”

“Ugh, was wondering if you could tell me the price of that dress in the window?”

“Oh, Madam our apologies but that dress is not for sale.” With that she pointed to a small card which Trisha had missed and it said, “Not for sale.”

“I see. Could you please tell me the name of the designer?”

“Monsieur Felix Pierre. He is also the proprietor.”

Trembling like a leaf within, Trisha asked ,”Would it be possible to meet him?”

“If you can wait a little, you can, He usually arrives at lunch time.”

“I shall return after an hour then.”

Sipping on her cappuccino, her mind travelled backwards and she found herself back in Paris. At nineteen, she was a successful model working for top design houses. She met Felix-then a struggling designer, at a fashion party. She had found him charming and great company. Soon, they were spending all their free time together. Both discovered they loved the same kind of music, books and art. They both loved to cook and both were passionate about their careers. Trisha also realized that Felix was extremely talented and introduced him to many top notch designers.

Within no time, Felix started making headlines with his stunning designs and at the same time, their love for each other blossomed. He told her that his dream was to open a shop someday for a select clientele. Then, he won a national award for one of his designs. They were ecstatic.

Trisha remembered how Felix had taken her on a picnic and proposed with a bunch of mimosas and a solitaire. Their wedding was to be held in the Loire valley and the reception would be in” La Grande Cascade.”

Tears pricked her eyes and a bitter taste filled her mouth as she remembered how she had been left standing at the altar and the endless days of waiting, hurting, the unanswered questions….

No, she told herself vehemently, she did not want to know the answers now. Ten years had gone by and she had made peace with her past. No point picking at old wounds .As she exited the mall, she mused, yes; sometimes time is the longest distance between two places.

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This was written for ,Write on Edge,Writing Prompt: 2014, Week 7.We were required to use the quote,”“Time is the longest distance between two places.”~Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie as an opening/closing line, draw inspiration from a single word within it, or choose the given photo prompt instead.Word limit 500.I chose the quote and word count,including the title is 499. If you would like to read what others have submitted for this challenge or would love to participate,please click on the link http://writeonedge.com/2014/02/writing-prompt-2014-week-7/

The affair

Trifextra: Week 102

This week Trifextra is asking for exactly 33 of our own words about love gone wrong.  But we’re  not  to use any of the following words:

love
sad
tears
wept
heart
pain
 
This weekend’s challenge is community judged.

– See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.sNMv8id0.dpuf

This sure  was  a tough challenge but had fun writing this.Hope you enjoy my 33 words:-)

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The affair

 

Gerald and Suzy are lovers.

Enter Allen-the rich, handsome neighbour.

A secret affair blossoms…

Rumours spread.

Suzy decides to end it all.

Walks in-to catch Gerald and Allen in the throes of passion!

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Lucky me!

Friday Fictioneers

It is that time of the week again when Rochelle Wisoff-Fields,our wonderful hostess at FF ,posts the picture prompt.The challenge is to write a 100 word flash ficion based on that picture.Now Rochelle herself sets the ball rolling with a fantastic spin herself.This in turn sends around 100 writers from all over the world,scurrying for their muse and their magic quills and the fun begins:-)What?You don’t believe me?Ok,head over to her site(http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/friday-fictioneers-2/)  and read for yourself.

Here is the picture prompt for this week by Jean L.Hays.

 

Copyright- Jean L. Hays

Copyright- Jean L. Hays

 

Am off to spin my tale.This week sadly am not going to be able to read any of the entries because tomorrow am travelling to my home town for a 3 day reunion bash with my (school) class mates and will be having no access to net(no time too) till I return on the 26th,So wishing all my friends,readers and followers at FF a very  cheerful and happy festive season,God bless you all:-)

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Lucky me!

A renowned marine biologist.

 She was 30, successful, surrounded by people but lonely.

A struggling artist.

He was 22, a high school dropout with no money, yet happy.

A chance meeting at a stained glass exhibition led to love.

Mismatched, some said.

Odd couple said others.

When they decided to tie the knot, few gave their marriage more than six months.

I was one of the few.

Today, 35 years later, my wife Millie and me, look at the stained Glass door and smile.

It was my first job and it gave me more than I had ever dreamt of.

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In the eyes of the beholder

Trifecta: Week 106

This week Trifecta tossed a difficult one at us(at least it was for me).This is the word prompt for this week’s writing challenge-

This week we wanted to do something to mark the Jewish holiday of Hanukkah, and we foolishly thought that would be easy.  There are so many amazing Yiddish words that found their way into the English language, and we thought it would be great to highlight one.  To find one with a third definition, however, was not so easy.  We thought all was lost until we stumbled upon this gem.

tush

1. a long pointed tooth; especially : a horse’s canine

2. an interjection used to express disdain or reproach

3. buttocks (slang)

 
Happy Hanukkah to our Jewish friends.  Now let’s all write our tushes off.

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. 

 
 
Easier said than done!I sat on my tush for  the last 2 days wracking my brains but to no avail.Then last night,a seed sprouted and  today it started taking some shape and here are my 331 words.Hope you all like it:-)
 
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In the eyes of the beholder

 

Life is so unfair Mabel thought and frowned, looking at her reflection in the mirror. She turned this way and that, pulling her black dress. But whichever way she pulled, the reflected image looked the same. She hated how her body looked now- even-nah make that –specially- her tush!

Her eyes caught a movement and she turned to see her husband-her adorable Geoffrey- watching her with an amused look on his face.

 “Anymore of that and I won’t be responsible for the consequences,”he winked and smiled naughtily.

Mabel pouted.”Don’t joke Geoff! Look at me! Am looking so terrible! How can I go to the event looking so frumpy?”

Geoffrey guffawed. “Now who is joking? You and frumpy? That would be the day!”

Mabel looked ready to cry.

Geoffrey came to stand behind her, his arms around her still slim waist. Looking at her in the mirror, he whispered, “My love, you still look as ravishing and hot as you did a decade back. Sometimes I cannot believe that ten years have passed.”

In spite of herself, Mabel had to smile. Geoffrey was so good to her. Not only was he a great person, a wonderful husband and a fine provider but also an amazing Dad to their five year old twins. She was very, very lucky to have him in her life.

Geoffrey walked to the open wardrobe, and to her astonishment took out a slinky red dress, matched it with red stilettos and brought them over to her. His eyes twinkled when he said “Don this, my she-devil and watch the men falling over you!”

She had to smile, her mood lifting.

“Now are you going to stand and stare while I change?” she remarked, raising one eyebrow.

Pulling her close, he unzipped her black dress and drawled, “Would you rather I do something? “ He teased.

She laughed delightedly, pushing him away, “Yes, but not now-after the party.”

“Is that a promise?”

She nodded.

Smiling, they hugged each other.

 

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Play on

 

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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Play on

 

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

See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.9deZKpkq.dpuf

 

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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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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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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If only…

Trifecta: Week Seventy-Seven

This week the word prompt is-

DELIBERATE
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>

 
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

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 🙂

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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……….

 

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