TrifEXtra Writing Challenge: The Writer

The tricycle groaned and moved two more inches forward. “Who picks a word like ‘personification’ for a prompt, anyway?” Schwinn thought.

The pen skipped across the page, scratching and trying to leave a trail of something to answer the prompt. “I don’t know what to write, everything knows that doesn’t really happen right?” Bic asked.

The Writer moves the trike out of the way and looks for his pen.

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Apparently… I did not read the instructions very well, apparently I didn’t read them at all, assuming this was a Trifecta Challenge… but no, this is the TrifEXtra!  Which limits the word count to 33 exactly.  So… I’m a little over.  I would not have known, except for the kind and gentle suggestions calling this to my attention by readers.  I will be more careful next week.  

Herewith my edited version:

The tricycle groaned and rolled two more inches forward.

The pen skipped across the page to answer the prompt.

The Writer moves the trike out of the way and looks for his pen.

Friday Fictioneers… FORBIDDEN LOVE

100 Word Flash Fiction

One last lingering kiss.

A forbidden union by centuries old taboo. But, will love conquer all? We think not. See those eyes watching through the fronds?

It had been a glorious few days, despite their constant worry. They had been careful though, and true love had blossomed from lust. They hoped to unite, not only themselves but their people. It was time to return, and as he headed to the outrigger, he took one last look at her lithe figure disappearing into the palms to her family home.

The eyes followed her… it was many months before he heard the news.

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Rochelle sent all The Fictioneers a beautiful photo that Renee Heath, at Rendezvous With Renee, took at her daughter’s wedding.  It is such a beautiful wedding aisle, I wonder who or what will be walking down it today, after the Friday Fictioneers get their hands on it.  They can be a blood thirsty lot.  If you want to know more about 100 Word Flash Fiction and  The Friday Fictioneers  go see Rochelle and join in with your story.  To see Renee and other’s stories go here… 

Trifecta Writing Challenge: The Cruciverbalist

the cruciverbalist

knew it was going to be a bitch, even before starting.  no numbers.  but had to do it, do it every week.  always had numbers.  usual black and white boxes, no numbers in the white ones this time. don’t like new.  these things are hard enough… damn constructors!

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I’ve seen the Trifecta Challenge, and always wanted to try it… the first time on THE MUSE UNLEASHED… my pal Carrie Rogozinski’s blog.  She has been on a book reviewing jag lately,  but is a talented writer who has never met a prompt she could pass up… usually incorporating 3 or 4 in the same story.  I’ll stick to one, thank you very much.  Here it is:

The word prompt for this week’s Trifecta Challenge is:BITCH (noun)

1: the female of the dog or some other carnivorous mammals

2 a : a lewd or immoral woman
b : a malicious, spiteful, or overbearing woman —sometimes used as a generalized term of abuse
3: something that is extremely difficult, objectionable, or unpleasant

If you want to enter the Trifecta Challenge… 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.

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Friday Fictioneers… THE TELEPHONE RINGS…

Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“Mr. Watson–come here–I want to see you.”

“Number please.”

“Doug!  Get off the damn line!  I’m so sorry Parul, you can always tell when someone is eavesdropping.

“Operator… May I help you?”

“Is that you Janet? Can you hear me? It’s Rich!”

“The number you have reached has been disconnected, and there is no new number.”

“A gracious good morning to you… have I reached the party to whom I’m speaking?”

“If you would like to make a call, please hang up and dial again.”

 “Hi this is Ted (very perky voice)… leave a message and I’ll call you back.”

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I’ll just phone this one in to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers… To see other writer’s stories inspired by Rochelle’s photo…

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Friday Fictioneers… PRACTICE

Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light…

The constant sawing of the strings entering Madison’s head was going to make her brain burst.

She had loved doing her chores while listening to her daughter practice her clarinet. The lilting sounds were soothing and even energized her. But, Roxanne mastered that one, and moved on to a new instrument.

Madison could not understand why the girl had to try something new when she was so talented. Maybe she should limit her practice time. But, no, that wouldn’t be right… Ma knew the ya-ya would sound like yo-yo soon.

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Friday Fictioneers Time… Here’s my 100 words based on the photo prompt provided by  Roger Cohen.  To write your own story, go see Rochelle.

And other’s stories are here…  

Friday Fictioneers: Horror… BRIGHT LIGHTS

You know she is coming.  The Mother of All Bitches.

You thought, if you hide in a dark place and lay very still she might miss you.  It never seems to work that way.  With the lights, she arrives.

Your skin is starting to tingle.  It won’t be long now.  She stays longer each visit.  You hope for a different side this time.

Oh, your family has been very helpful, although you can detect a certain disbelief that she is not as bad as claimed.

You have heard acupuncture helps, but no time for that… the auras are getting worse.

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The photo prompt comes from A Writer’s Perch this week.  Lora Mitchell was good enough to send Rochelle a pic from her New Year’s Celebration.  After reading Rochelle’s story, click on the Frog to see other Friday Fictioneer’s takes.

Fiction Relay – Part 15

And now Dear Readers, it’s time for another installment of Fiction Relay… The Continuing Saga of Suzi.  To see where we last left Suzi and Sam, go to Deliah’s Blog and catch up.
And now, back to the story…

“We need you.”
Their fear permeated the room, and slammed into Ephraim like a freight train full of bad memories. He had not dreamt of this meeting, in fact had not thought of them for some time… until tonight… and sure as hell did not need to ask how they had found him. They had that ability, as did some of the others.
This was not the assured Daniel he remembered, now holding out the photograph with a tremble. And little Suzi, well she wasn’t little anymore.
“Take it, please. They’re coming.”
Ephraim knew the photo was taken at the orphanage Mr. Sanders had founded in Kentucky. One look and the past flooded out of the image. The five pals growing up together. Raised in the restaurant,  then split up to work in different areas of the business. Some climbed the corporate ladder, while others like Raj still tended the fryers.
He was correct in his investigation of the crime scene at the diner. It made perfect sense now. Melissa had been in Research and Development at the time. News of the theft had been suppressed those many years ago. They had all suspected, as she would have had access to it, and then she disappeared.
The gristly murder of a little known short order cook had taken a familiar turn when Ephraim found out that Gino had been turning out fantastic tasting, although familiar, fried chicken. A taste of herbs and spices spilled on the counter confirmed it. But, how had a nondescript diner like Maisy’s landed such a talent?  The answer hit home like a 100 pound bag of flour when he discovered the identity of the owner. Melissa. She held the secret to Gino’s success with the bird, a secret stolen years ago, and just now surfacing. But where was she? The outline on the floor, was that her? He knew it wasn’t Suzi, for she was standing here before him. With Daniel. Surveillance photos, taken by Corporate, had placed Suzi as a waitress and Daniel, now called Sam, as a much too frequent diner at Maisy’s. Ephraim suspected Sam had been enlisted to track down the stolen secret recipe. So who had it? Melissa, Suzi or Sam? And what of Raj, could he be far behind?  These questions raced threw his head as he looked at the photo.
A quiet knock at the door.

In case you would like to start Suzi’s story at the beginning… The Fiction Relay Homepage

Noted romance novelist Dawn is up next…