Perfect smiles

He polished them himself till they shone like pearls in their velvet beds.

Not even his assistant was allowed to touch them.

He loved when people smiled.

The next door shop assistant had been flashing her perfect smile at him for weeks.

So last weekend he happened to meet her and had taken her home.

This Monday, he sat at his table polishing his new acquisition and hummed.

His collection of perfect smiles was growing.

He smiled at the 24 sets of pearly white teeth displayed in the glass cabinet.

No one ever suspected.

Being an Orthodontist rocked.

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This is my first submission for Velvet Verbosity #379.The challenge is to write a 100 word fiction/poetry  using the word prompt. The prompt at Velvet Verbosity this week is “Collection.” For more details on rules of participation or to read what other writers have submitted for this challenge,hop over to visit http://www.velvetverbosity.com/100-words/

Judas kiss

Trifecta: Week 114

Am sad to learn that Trifecta has decided to close shop and though it has been sometime(around 6/7 weeks) that I last entered a challenge here,I will still miss Trifecta.I had never written fiction before I found Trifecta,just a month after I started my blog at WP in Dec 2012 .I was excited and decided to jump on the bandwagon and what a ride it was! I wrote twice every week,for almost a year and though I never placed but I was thrilled as I realized I can write too.It was a lovely learning experience and it gave me the confidence to write for other sites.My biggest  plus was of course making some awesome friends and interacting with amazing fellow writers.I will forever remember Trifecta and the community fondly.I would have felt sadder,had I not joined Trifecta in this last month,with the hope that maybe they will return with a new format and new challenges/ideas for us.I wish them all the best-Lisa,Laura and Draug-the amazing hosts and talented editors on board,thank you so much for everything.Without any more rambling let me post the rules and my piece,before it closes.I have never submitted so late(and written so fast either),lol!

Word prompt for this week is-

SATISFY  (transitive verb)
1a : to carry out the terms of (as a contract) : discharge
  b : to meet a financial obligation to
2: to make reparation to (an injured party) : indemnify
3a : to make happy : please  

 b : to gratify to the full : appease
4a : convince
  b : to put an end to (doubt or uncertainty) : dispel
5a : to conform to (as specifications) : be adequate to (an end in view)

Remember: 
 
• Your response must be exactly 33 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. Please join us. 

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

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Judas kiss

 

Saccharine sweetness

enthralls,

yet

quicksilver emotions

fail to

satisfy

cravings

of my soul

Blade of indifference

lacerates.

Venom in my angst

 I wince,

watching you

retreat,

immune to

my heart’s cicatrix-

still raw.

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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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Trapped

Trifecta: Week 111

This week’s one-word prompt.
 

MANIPULATE (transitive verb)

See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.Csr5i3fe.dpuf

Here are my 332 words:-)

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Trapped

 It was two in the morning when he entered the hospital. An accident victim was being wheeled in. He took advantage of the melee and was soon on the 4th floor.

 His first pit stop, he thought and chuckled inwardly at his own wit.

Locating the men’s room, he got to work. Soon he was dressed in a Doctor’s coat with the signature stethoscope around his neck. Looking at himself in the mirror, he smiled. Now on to room number 610-his next pit stop.

No one was around in the corridor. Cautiously he opened the door to the room. In the dim light, Jen’s golden hair was visible on the pillow, though her back was turned towards him.

Taking the gloves from his right pocket and the ampoule and syringe from the other, he injected the same poison that had brought Jen here, into her IV bottle.

It was all her fault.

Granted they had been in love and that he had promised to marry her but then his Boss had died. The Boss’s daughter Clara had inherited his million dollar business. Clara had always had a sweet spot for him but her pug face and flat body made her easy to resist, till now.

He was a charmer. Thus, it was a cake walk for him to manipulate his schedule in the office such that he and Clara kept dashing into each other. Inevitably, sparks flew-from Clara’s end at least. She wanted him-for keeps.

But he could not manipulate Jen. She threw a fit and threatened to sue him for fraud.

Feeling trapped, he poisoned her coffee yesterday evening. Then he heard that she had survived but was unconscious. Thus this nightly visit to finish the job before Jen could spill the beans.

Ah, final pit stop-home. He smiled.

 He turned to leave and froze.

Cops!!

A voice boomed, “Raise your hands Stuart Pinto. You are under arrest for the attempted murder of Jen Brooks.”

Behind him, he heard Jen snigger…

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The Witch’s promise

Trifecta: Week 110

Time for Trifecta challenge and this is what they have to say for this week’s challenge:)

Now onto this week’s Trifecta prompt. We’re back to one word and its third definition. And, of course, as many syllables as you please in your 333-word limit! Happy writing! QUAINT (adjective)  3a : unusual or different in character or appearance :  ODD   b : pleasingly or strikingly old-fashioned or unfamiliar <a quaint phrase> 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.

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

Here is my 330 word story-hope you enjoy reading this as much I enjoyed writing it:-)

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The Witch’s promise

They peered over the hedge, looking into a garden. Mrs. Crabtree was collecting luscious strawberries from her plants and humming to herself.

“ Isn’t she old?” Amy mused.

“Umm, very! And oh so quaint!”said Jack, stifling a laugh.

“She kind of reminds me of Miss Marple”, added Kate, the bookworm.

“And pray who is Miss Marple?”

“You are such an oaf Paul! Miss Marple was a character by Agatha Christie-the charming old lady who solved murder mystery!”Boasted Kate.

“Pooh!”Said Paul and made a face at Kate.

The youngest of the group, Laura whispered, “I don’t like this. Let us go. I think she is a witch.”

They all burst out laughing and had to duck immediately. They would wait for a more opportune moment to steal some of those lovely strawberries.

Next week, the five did just that –Laura refused. As the Sun was setting, they walked up to her cottage and made sure, no one was home. Then, they sneaked in through the hedge and stole a basket of strawberries.

On the verge of leaving, their noses were assailed by the delicious smell of freshly baked apple tarts and chicken pies and they told each other, “No harm in just looking.”

And off they went up the garden path, into the warm kitchen.

There their eyes widened when they saw the sumptuous spread laid on the table-delicacies they all loved. Torn between the desire to dig in and leave, they stood transfixed.

At that very moment, the front door opened and Mrs. Crabtree entered the room. She did not seem surprised to see 5 uninvited teenagers in her house. Instead she smiled and told them,”Come on children.Don’t be shy. Eat your fill.I promise you won’t regret this.”

So they did, failing to notice the glint in Mrs. Crabtree’s eyes as she served them more food, humming under her breath,”The witch’s promise was coming,you’re looking elsewhere for your own selfish gain…”

If only they had listened to little Laura…

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A matter of conscience

Trifecta: Week 108

On now to our one-word prompt.  Remember, you’ve just short of five days to give us a 33-333 word response using the third definition of the following word:

FATHER
1a : a man who has begotten a child; also : sire
  b capitalized (1) : god 1 (2) : the first person of the Trinity
2: forefather
3a : one related to another in a way suggesting that of father to child  
  b : an old man —used as a respectful form of address

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 weekend’s challenge is community judged.

See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.YwUXL4M9.dpuf

Returned last evening and am still tired and reeling from the euphoric effects of my school reunion.Just logged in an hour or so back and saw the prompt.Could not think of anything brilliant or funny-so the following 332 words will have to do 😛

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A matter of conscience

“Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been a week since my last confession,” said the voice from the confessional and Father Nathan shivered.

He knew the owner of that voice. Luke was a womaniser and every time he cheated, he would come in to confess.  Nathan suspected that Luke was not contrite or penitent but was using the excuse to brag about his sexual exploits.

Nathan sighed inwardly as Luke began to talk. Nathan felt tired and wondered if he could just slip away. His mind wandered back to the night he had stumbled on Father Jerome’s doorstep, some 10 years ago.

It had been a dark and rainy night. Nathan, then only 30, had been running-away from his old life, his broken heart and most of all himself. He had not eaten a full meal for many weeks and not slept well since the incident .His clothes were ragged and hung on his skeletal frame. His eyes were sunken pools of blood.

 No one looking at him could have imagined that this was the same handsome and smart Detective Nathan who had been the heart throb of every young girl in town.

But then things had gone horribly wrong.

Marcie’s case had intrigued him. She was a suspect in the murder of her husband. Soon Nathan was meeting her more than was required and before long, they had become embroiled in a hot and passionate affair. Then one day it all came out in a sordid manner-she was found to be guilty and he was suspended for trying to shield her. The paparazzi had a field day filling the pages of their tabloids with juicy tales and photos.

So he had run. Father Jerome had taken him in and healed his body and soul.

Life changed for Nathan but at times like this, he still remembered his own past and cringed. Unlike Luke, he had a conscience…

Nathan realized that Luke had stopped talking. He smiled, thanking God. 

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Christmas Pudding

Trifextra: Week Ninety-Eight

 

Trifextra says,“Now onto this week’s Trifextra prompt. Charles Dickens, in A Christmas Carol, wrote “There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humour.” We are giving you exactly 33 words to make us laugh out loud and spread some festive cheer.”

See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.C0AqeSTM.dpuf

Here come my 33 words.

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Christmas pudding

Honey, what’s for dessert?

Season’s favourite-Christmas pudding! Taste some?

Umm …yummy but has a funny flavour.

That must be Silvadene.

What!!

Darling, it got burnt a bit. So I applied the ointment…

Ack!

(Author’s note- “Silver sulfadiazine (INN, or silvadene) is a topical sulfonamide/silver[1] antibacterial used as a topical cream on burns.)

 

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Slippery customer

Trifecta: Week 107

 

On now to this week’s challenge, where the word is:

MELT (transitive verb)

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.   –

See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.Hod5X3m7.dpuf

 

 

Well,after two days of agony,nursing a bad bout of migraine,here I am groggy but better,attempting to play catch up.Hope this offering(333 words) is not entirely unpalatable,though a tad silly;-)

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Slippery customer

“It started two months back-with her feet, “Harris stated tiredly.

“What do you mean?”

“You see her beautiful feet were developing calluses and cracks. No salons would do-she was a DIY kind of woman. So, off she went to the market and came back laden with all kinds of special scrubs, exfoliating tools and oils .After that there was no stopping her. Agreed her feet started becoming softer but this was like OCD-I mean she would just melt at the mention of any product promising to soften her feet and order them at the drop of a hat!”

 Detective Sheridan looked at the middle-aged man sitting before him and said, “So you decided to kill her, Harris?”

“No officer, I did not! Yes, I admit I harboured that thought specially when meals became few and far between and the soup tasted-ugh soapy! The house reeked of exotic oils and my sinuses became clogged. Soggy towels, pumice stones and scrubbers of all kinds filled up our bathroom shelf! Worst was her insistence on wearing thick woollen socks even in our intimate moments-the few we had that is!”Harris sighed.

Sheridan hid a smile under his bushy moustache and continued with his investigation. His sympathies lay with Harris but he was duty bound.

“Then how do you explain the fatal injury on her head? Are you suggesting she hit herself?”

“Ah no Officer! I know how it looks but she must have slipped and hit her head on the marble floor, when she rushed to open the door. I had warned her many times about the dangers of walking on wet feet but she never listened. You saw for yourself the wet footprints and the tub of soapy water.The courier company can verify…”

“Hmm, you mean in her eagerness to receive the package of wonder foot cream that she had ordered, she ran?”

“Yes officer.”

“Too convenient don’t you think? But for your sake Harris, I hope the post-mortem report rules out any foul play.”

 

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Forever…always

Trifextra: Week Ninety-Seven

It is Friday and thus time for Trifextra:-)

This weekend we are being asked to add thirty of our own words to the following three words for a total of thirty-three. 

myopic
dazzle  
basin
 
 
Here are my 33 🙂
 
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Forever…always

 

Your honeyed lies dazzle me. Am too myopic to see the veil of deception. The sword of reality cuts deep. I bleed tears. You leave. The acid of betrayal spills, turning the basin red.

 
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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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