The dead-end

Trifextra: Week Ninety-Six

Trifecta decided to give us all a break.How you ask?This weekend the prompt is a  33-word free write.

 

 

Ah,never knew how tough it would be-sigh!Here are my 33.

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The dead-end

Shadows chased her as she hurried through the street.

She ran into a cul de sac and turned on her pursuers- with a smile.

They froze in terror.

Her eyes glowed and her fangs shone.

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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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