Shared Wise Words

It Is Possible.

My submission for the Trifectawritingchallenge.com, comes from a comment to a recent post "New Years Reso-Healing"   http://shawnbrucepruett.wordpress.com/. Thank you Chamblee, for sharing these inspiring three words. I believe each of them.

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Trifextra: Week Ninety-Four--TrifeXXXtra "Bookstore Whore" (Graphic)

Ha-ha! I have been focusing my attention elsewhere, lately and haven't posted here, since way back, during week 86. There's always something, but I missed you guys. Boy was I surprised to see the challenge this weekend. Surprised is far less a word than I mean, but for lack of a better, it will work.

This morning I thought, 'well, maybe I'll go check out Trifecrtawritingchallenge.com and see what's been going on over there...maybe write a mini-science-related ramble, or something'. Nope, this weekend challenge was not going to go there at all. This challenge has proved to be different. Although I did visualize robotic love-making and telescopic penis', it didn't materialize.

I've already been working on another project and had a piece suited for this weekends XXX just about completed. I changed it around a hair and it hasn't found it's way into my project yet, but here it is, none-the-less.

I feel obliged to remind the reader this IS XXX. It is graphic, descriptive and yes, this sort of grossness happens, every day of every week in a major city somewhere.


Bookstore Whore

Darkness flooded my eyes, which were, only moments ago, bright with the sun’s light. A five-dollar bill assured my satisfaction. The clear plastic-stripped curtains beckoned my entrance. It is what I desired and where I would come to find love, many, many times afterwards. For now, it was shiny and new.

A maze of small rooms, each with a door, offered a possible encounter. Several guys walked the maze in the shadows. Some of them stood in front of unoccupied rooms, waiting for a taker. Like a carnie calls out a customer in the crowd, they waited; silently calling.

It was I who was taken, I wanted to win the prize. I heard and went. 

Darkness was lighted by the gay porno’s glow, playing on the small television screen on the back wall of the cubicle. It was enough light to barely see. Each of the side walls had large grapefruit-sized holes, cut into the perfect place as to receive a willing participant’s horniness. Black smears of who-know-what’s coated the circumference of the hole. The floor was sticky with bodily fluids, as I knelt to look into the hole.

Uncomfortable swelling filled my jeans with anticipation. It wasn't a clean place and my shoe stuck to the floor. Second thoughts lost out; the original prevailed. Into the hole I peered. A guy. He saw me looking! I quickly moved out of his view. 

Hormones reigned King and again I peeked through the hole. He was rubbing himself, he knew I could see. My hardness pulsated.  He slowly, methodically and sexily unzipped his jeans, teasing me. He pulled it out, halfway hard and wiggled it; up and down, he jiggled it in front of my face. My hands became wet with sweat and my heart raced. How badly I wanted him to put it through the hole. Terribly, I wanted to gorge.

Finally, and without warning, it appeared. Veiny and meaty, it was there, in front of me, garnishing my attention. I took it, gently into my hand, licked it with my tongue and wrapped my lips around it. After only moments, the guy pulled himself from me and put his grimy and unkempt fingers through the hole. He moved his finger to and fro in motion for me to come into his room. Personal maintenance forgiven, I came.

I walked into his room and he immediately grabbed my face and pulled it to his own. He kissed me rough and grabbed a handful of my hair.

“I wanna fuck you, so bad, man,” he told me.

I fell to the floor, again taking him into my mouth. He jimmied his pants from his waist and they fell to the floor. He pulled me from my armpits up to his face and kissed me deep, fishing his tongue to catch his catch. His scruffy face left my smooth one red and angry. I didn’t care. I wanted it and so did he.

With my pants now a pile of cloth on the nasty floor, he bent me over. He spat into his hand and as a spatula to frosting, he smeared the saliva onto my quivering and begging boy hole. Not at all your average cake walk. 

I felt gross afterwards; ashamed. There’s a first time for everything, this was mine.

 

I've moved on since, now I live with the consequence. And the memory.

 

   

Trifextra: Week Eighty-Six

Having worked in the Hospitality Industry for many years, the number "Eighty-Six" brings thoughts of something that has been depleted. If the Mac-N-Cheez sells out, it is "86'd"...oops, the manager forgot to order Bloody Mary Mix!  Bloody Mary's: "86'd" .

I sure hope the title doesn't count in the word limitations, if so my entry will be....well, 86'd!

Visit your local Humane Society this weekend and give some love to all of the beautiful and hopeful creatures waiting for their forever. A smile and a pet, a pat and a coo, goes a long way for these guys! :))  Have yourselves pet-tastic weekend!

 

 

 

Dimensional Unidate: 03/20/2133

Materialization complete.

Land: Barren.

Life: Microbial.

Moisture: 3.3333%.

 

Dematerialization activated.

Materialization complete.

Land: 0%

Life: Abundant/Intelligent.

Moisture: 100%

 

Dematerialization activated.

Materialization complete.

Land: 29%

Moisture: 71%

Life: Abundant.

Blue skies.

Nuclear Activation.

 

Good-Bye.

Trifecta-Ninety-Five

My flight was a long one; thirteen hours, but I finally made it. Jet lag was nothing compared to the fruition of dreams I had about this moment, which soon would be at my foot.

Ireland was the land of lore, but I had done my research, oh yes I had! Greenland was the true spot where my dream had landed me. It was here that my pot of gold would be found. Not over some green pasture’s hill, next to the pub on Fancy Street, but stuck, for centuries, in the ice of this non-green land.

I prepared well. Every severe weather article of clothing adorned my warm-blooded body. My feet protected by the very best of boots. I was on a trek. A trek to find the true pot of gold. Misplaced, for my benefit, by James Hall, sent by Christian IV of Denmark, as an Expedition of greed. Mr. Hall, unknowingly found this secret stash and I knowingly found out about it.  

I utilized my pack to full capacity and off I went into the freezing beauty of my dreams. The spot of the coordinates would take three nights journey and four days hike.

All went well until the fourth days’ hike. I was so close, I could taste the metallic sugars. One leg went completely through the ice. I was stuck! I tried, in vain, to loosen myself, only to cause further damage when my second boot broke through the ice and sent my body, waist-high into the freezing grips of the ice. I used my ice pick as a frantic last resort, to pull my body from the glacier.

The cold was such as I cannot put into words in this diary. Whomever finds my gear should know, that the loot is but yards from where I will surely sleep my last sleep.

I can now feel my body shutting down. The frost-bite has been a welcomed companion in this end. Someone else will find my dream rainbow.    

Trifextra Eighty-Five

Trifectwritingchallenge.com weekend challenge is to use the apostrophe. With the kind of week I have had, I welcomed this, seemingly easy challenge.

I am posting now, just in case you don't want to read about it's inspiration, which follows my submission.


 

An hour’s passing minute’s slip carelessly o’er the enclosure of Pretty’s brief, but needed rest.

Her bluest eyes look as an ocean’s swirl full.

My hazel’s look hopeful, my voice’s calm brings relief.

It seems like this life thingy has really been pushing my emotions, self-endurance, strength and ability to accept thing the way they come, full with force. If it were not for these ever so important qualities I possess, I know not how I'd overcome some of the shit I have.

Who likes to read about depressing crap, when they too might be struggling with their own depression? The following story is the inspiration for my submission into this weekends challenge. I know, it is depressing, read on if you can handle it. I am only now coming to grips with the severity of the incident, myself.

So, our lease was up and we spent all of the prior week moving. Boxes, furniture, the normal stuff you do when you move. We worked especially hard one of the days and during our break, decided to move the sofa into it's place. An area rug needed to go under the sofa, so we lifted the sofa, placed the rug and set the sofa down.

We went on and continued doing what you continue doing while you're moving into a new place.

The love's of my life, my children, my family, are my 5 dogs. One, whose name is Pretty, is my baby. She sleeps, snuggled next to me, every single night, and has since she was weaned. She was missing! We noticed about 15 minutes after we moved the sofa. We searched every nick and cranny of the new place and couldn't find her. We searched the yard and didn't find her, but did find an area where, technically, she could jimmy herself through. 

I freaked out crying and calling her name, combing the several block radius near our house. We didn't find her. I was heart-broken.

As I was composing a posting for Craigslist under the 'lost and found' section, I heard a whimpering coming from under the sofa. It was she!

We lifted the sofa and she came out wagging her tail and happy. It seemed like she must have gotten lucky and been trapped at the right spot under the sofa, where it is hollow, with a thin covering at the bottom. I was relieved!

We went to sleep and awoke to find a terrible outcome. Pretty was dragging her back legs behind her. I rushed her to the ER and it was found that a disc in her spine had slipped and was pinching her spinal cord causing paralysis. As you can imagine, my reaction was one a parent might have after finding out that their daughter had been paralyzed in a car accident.

There is a surgery that can be performed, but the numbers for success are low, as are the numbers of my bank account. We do have a 50/50 chance that she will regain mobility. Through rest, medication and expelling urine from her bladder, which I do myself, she has a chance.

She has been ordered to remain in her crate so she can't try to move. It is disheartening to see her in there, alone and scared. I have been at her side during the whole time and am keeping as positive of an attitude that I can on her complete recovery. I am also quite aware of the lifestyle change we will go through if she remains unable to move.

We have been blessed by a complete stranger for a wheelchair, free of charge, should she need one. I have been overwhelmed by the human kindness and compassion of everyone involved in this ordeal.

Either way, Pretty will be ok.Thank you for reading this mini-novel, I just felt moved to include it with my entry.

Mask Ninety-Four

I ordered the product, in hopes of hiding ravages of time from my face. My wrinkles, sun spots and moles were holding youth from me. I felt twenty-something, but looked eighty-something. I am eighty-three.

I ordered the speedy delivery plan and received it three days later.

“Dr. Yung’s Lotion”

I used my magnifier to read the small print. I wanted to make sure I used this cream exactly as I should.

The cream’s packaging looked very much like a toothpaste tube. I was to use the full contents of the tube. It was to be applied, thickly, to my face and neck. I left the cream on my face, as per the instructions and went to bed.

The next morning I awoke to find a mask of blue, clinging to my face. The direction given was to gently peel off the product, careful to keep the mask as a whole. It could be reapplied later onto the face for added benefits. What I found, after I peeled it off was nothing more than magic!

My face was soft and radiant and had the glow I longed to have for so, so long. The cream worked! I truly looked fifty years younger.

I was beside myself with happiness. I pulled myself a nice bubbly bath for a hot soak in the tub. I took off my robe and lifted away my nightgown. I was petrified by what my eyes beheld.  Indeed, my face had changed, but the sagging skin of my old body remained. As a naked woman, I looked monstrous!

I quickly called the 800 number and ordered a half-dozen more tubes, with expedited delivery, of course. For the full-monty.

It was delivered. I used the product on my body, ignoring the warning not to do such a thing. As before, I awoke to find a blue body suit. I carefully removed and placed it, safely, in my fur vault.

Who says an old broad can’t have her very own “Wonder Woman” suit?

Grace

Most life perished upon impact.  Original sequenced descendants of first planetary life were sole survivors. They’d been conditioned to join. Each would bring special traits to the colony. Several groups from various parts of the globe remained. Each with Guardian. They were yet to be familiarized with the nature of a different kind.

The train’s first three cars were completely destroyed when the plan carried through. The second car from the end, ours. Three survivors. The tunnel caved on either side. Escape was impossible.

Jackie, a musician, carried with her a tattered and beat-up acoustic guitar. After considering the situation, she strummed a tune from joyous strings.  Her face shown no ill emotion, only serenity. Her music was a relaxing element for uptake and a necessary portion of the plan. She would bring art.

Juanita was an older Hispanic woman. Her devotion and religious nature was crucial. Descendants began the enlightened experiment. Her survival would bring with it emotions, of which, our species hasn’t. Through her strong faith, she prayed and fondled her rosary, kissing it and finding solace. Her tear-stained face was one of love and devotion.

Professor of Mathematics, Chung, survived a long family history of such wisdom. It was from this chain, much scientific and cosmic technologies came. Earlier today, he spoke at a MENSA convention, also initiated within the plan. He paced the hallway of wreckage, thinking.

I blended well with humans and lived for thirty-three years undetected. I studied their diverse cultures, societal characteristics and weaknesses. I take with me grace and information.

I introduced myself to the trio through their newfound ability. Explanations far too advanced for the spoken word.

Quantum cellular transport followed the instruction. I was to be encircled with clasped hands. It would initiate the transfer. The energy’s light was the brightest any of them had seen.

 Juanita’s words joined the transformation, “Hail Mary, Full of Grace, the Lord is with thee.”

And the Lord was within us, each one.

Dematerialization, instantaneous. Re-manifestation, beyond.

Trifextra Eighty-three

Trifectawritingchallenge.come  Trifextra weekend Eighty-three

A haiku.

So, I wrote many and narrowed it down to only one, dangit! Here 'tis:

Purpose serve and gather
All sunlight’s lively treasures
Fall and make anew

This challenge has brought with it the digging out of one of my favorite scarce and rare books. No silly friends, I have not plagiarized, just used it for inspiration.

The book is entitled : "Japanese Haiku Two Hundred Twenty Examples Of Seventeen Syllable Poems"  by. Buson, Issa, Shika, Sokan, Kikaku and others. It is translated by Peter Beilenson. Published: 1954/1955 by the Peter Pauper Press

I felt compelled to include an excerption from the Editors Note on Japanese Haiku:

The hokku--or more properly haiku--is a tiny verse-form in which Japanese poets have been working for hundreds of years. Originally it was the first part of the tanka (also a Native American word for Buffalo, which I learned from Kevin Costner in Dances with Wolves), a five-lined poem often written by two people as a literary game: one writing three lines, the other, two lines capping them. But hokku, or three-lined starting verse, became popular as a separate form. As such it is properly called kaiku, and retains an incredible popularity among all classes of Japanese.

There are only seventeen syllables in the haiku, the first and third lines contain five, the second, seven. There is almost always in it the name of the season, or a key word giving the season by inference. (This is a short-cut, costing the poet only one or to syllables, whereby the reader can immediately comprehend the weather, the foliage, the bird and insect-life--and the emotions traditional to the season: factors which almost always are important in the poem.) But there is also, in a good haiku, more than a mere statement of feeling or a picture of nature: there is an implied identity between two seemingly different things.

The greatest of haiku-writers, and the poet who crystallized the style, was Basho (1644-1694). In his later years he was a student of Zen Buddhism, and his later poems, which are his best, express the rapturous awareness in that mystical philosophy of the identity of life in all its forms. With this awareness, Basho immersed himself in even the tiniest things, and with religious fervor and sure craftsmanship converted them into poetry. He was ardently loved by his followers, and by later poets, and his Zen philosophy has thus been perpetuated an later haiku. It is, indeed, a key to the completest appreciation of most haiku.

*The Editors Note goes on with one-paragraph explanations of some of the other poets included in the compilation, but the last paragraph is important, and here it is:*

One final word: the haiku is not expected to be always a complete or even clear statement. The reader is supposed to add to the words his own associations and imagery, and thus become a co-creator of hi sown pleasure in the poem. The publishers hope their readers may co-create such pleasures for themselves!


I'm seeing Sushi in my near-future......

Trifextra Eighty-Two

Trifectawritiingchallenge.com

This weekend, we're enlisting your help in shortening our considerably lengthy bedtime routines by giving us a children's bedtime story in exactly 33 words.  It can be an old favorite reimagined or a work that is entirely your own.

YOU’RE INVITED TO A SAFARI DREAM:

Erik Parrot

Rita Zebra

Dale Giselle

Mikey Monkey

Henry Hyena

Ollie-Ann Elephant

Kyle Crocodile

Water Buffalo Joe

Emmy-Lou Emu

Byron Lion

Willie Wildebeest

Lenny Leopard

And you!

Trifecta: Ninety-One

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The word this week is "Brand".  The third definition is to be left with a mark, as a rancher would brand his herd.

Inching toward the opened door, I crawled with eager, my hands and knees on the floor. Slowly I moved, silently, in pain. Pulling myself along, quiet, as not to wake him, safety, was but a mere few feet away. Drops of sweat trickled from my scalp, down my forehead and stung my eyes; the sting of sweet revenge felt good.  

Movement!

I lay, still, in wait. A moment of assurance for his continued deep slumber, so desperately needed for a clean escape. His awakening would ruin any chance of flight. Just as I reclaimed my crawl, his arm flew over the side of my bed and dangled, a landmine trip, in front of my face.

Close call!

A still silence, again, filled the room. I was afforded more time and closer I moved toward a final departure. I maneuvered my body through liberty’s freedom door and out of his sights. I brought myself up and I stood. My private, sacred spot, ached and hurt. My body was missing a part; I could tell when I walked. My nightgown torn and spotted with blood, yet another reminder of the night before this day. Grandpa took from me what didn’t belong to him and left, in its’ place, a brand, like no other.

So it came to pass, I walked over to the cabinet and looked through the glass. I took the key, from its hiding place and turned it, opening, full with grace, a sure escape from any further disgrace. I removed the big one, it would do; confident with retaliation, I walked back to my room.

I cleared my throat, loud so he’d wake. He needed to see the consequences of his big mistake. When his head rose, high with surprise, I held his repayment higher, right between the eyes. “You hurt me!” I demanded, and with that, moved the double barrel pointed right between his thighs.

“Oh, baby!” Grandpa cried.

I pulled the trigger and hurt him, right where he hurt me.

Trifextra Eighty-One

Trifectawritingchallenge.com :  Trifextra Week Eighty-One

So many ideas sprang from the beauty of nature's glory. It was tough summing is all up in a mere 33 words, here's my take:

How can it be, you and me?

Frisbee flown in spring, hot dogs sizzle summer

Rake colorful leaves in fall,

Snow angels in winters deep white cover.

Lucky each season, you’re my lover.

Trifextra: Week Eighty

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The word for this weekends challenge is "Tooth", expressed in a way other than a child losing a baby tooth. My inspiration came from a previous Trifextra submission from Draug. Thank you.  It was appealing to use dialog to tell a silly story. The setting: A bar in LA. The characters: Smokers. The message: Brush your teeth!   

 

 

“You’re eyes are stunning!”

“Thank you.”

“Want to go outside for a smoke?”

“Ok.”

“Chilly tonight.”

“It is!”

“Take my jacket.”

“You’re sweet.”

“I can be.”

“Kiss me?”

“Nope, your missing a tooth.”

Another One

Trifectawritingchallenge.com This weeks challenge is to write 33 words in explanation of this photo.

 

Pink came to visit

To view bricks

Arrived to find gray

Where comfort laid.

Can’t feel a thing,

But sees plenty.

Only shadow,

On the wall.

Wished you were here.

Only split reality.

Photo: [another head hangs lowly]  Foter

Band of One

Trifecta Week Eighty-Eight

BAND (verb)

1: to affix a band to or tie up with a band
2: to finish or decorate with a band
3: to gather together : unite <banded themselves together for protection>


100 words

An old friend returned recently. I was hoping not to see him again, but he reappeared. He beckoned and I absent-mindedly responded. Knowing, deep in my heart, that I should have held my head high and looked away, I walked with him anyway. I knew where the relationship would go when I got into his loose and easy vehicle, but we drove.  Down familiar streets.

The upper-cut of reality blew its blow as I sat at the plank, surrounded by others in the band.  

I woke today and wished the friend away. I’ve welcomed, yet again, a band of one.

 

 

 

  

I Love Periwinkle!

 Trifectawritingchallenge.com

We want you to follow suit and give us a thirty-three word piece that has a color in it.  Use the color to describe anything you like, or use anything you like to describe your color, but keep it creative and keep it short.

My Submission:

In deep darkness of early morning skies

Vivid blue eyes glitter periwinkle

In moonlights shine.

 

Proudly I present

Sparkling facets, I love you

My important question, long over-due.

 

Quiescently I wait, aflutter…

 

Yes!

A Charming rewrite

I’ve had to rewrite my submission this week, after all, isn’t writing mostly rewriting anyway?

This week’s challenge truly has been challenging. I’m glad a hint was given for proper context of the prompt.

“If your post doesn't have an animal in it, you've likely used the wrong definition” they warned.

I could use the obvious animal, a cobra, they get charmed by a very brave handler.

I guess piggy’s are charmed “Sue EEEEE!” called out by the farmer.

Cats, they’re charmed by an electric can opener. Catnip too!

A roach is charmed by RAID! Yay!

And, cheese (or peanut butter) works wonders with a pesky little rodent crawling around the attic, unaware of the danger of his delectable charm.

Wow, come to think of it, cheese works well as a charm for many animals! Even the human type! Brie for me, please and thank you.

But then, just as I thought I’d never come up with a clever story with “Charm” used properly, it hit me!

I am teaching my large dog how to behave in public. I use ice pieces, or dried chicken as treats, they totally charm him.

“What a good dog! Such a good boy! You’re a smarty farty!” I tell him. It works.

New Orleans

Trifecta: Week Eighty-Seven Trifectawritingchalleng.com

This weeks prompt is "Charm'. The third meaning is 3: to control (an animal) typically by charms (as the playing of music) <charm a snake>

I was delighted that this word and meaning was already in use in something that I have already been working on! What an easy week at Trifecta this will be !

My Submission:

The woman snobbishly tugged her male counterpart away from me, as to escape a certain robbing, and continue down the street.  He resisted, reached into his pocket and handed me a big handful of a pile of coins.

 “Hope this helps you out, kid.” the guy told me and coolly strolled down the street with his arm around his girl.

I walked, with my chin held high, back to the crowd and when I arrived, I was a freakin’ hero! Everyone gave me high fives and kudos for making my first “score”. I sat down and counted it, there was more than two dollars! One of the older wino’s sittin’ at the bench with us was so proud! His drunken eyes sparkled when he told me that that was more than he could get in a couple of hours. I have to admit, at the time, I felt pretty damn good about it too!

It didn’t take long before we had a hand-written sign that simply read: “Please Donate to the Beer Fund” It worked like a charm.

Soon, our overflowing fund jar, provided an ongoing supply of cheap malt liquor and plenty of cigarettes and pot to smoke. We were a part of the scenery and passerby’s gawked at us and our crazy hair and ripped up attire. Several tourists snapped pictures. In some sort of fucked up way, I guess, we were earning our own money!

This was the first time in my whole life that I felt like I was a part of something special. At my house, I rarely even felt like a part of the family.

Trifextra Week Seventy-Seven "Water, Ring, Stage"

On now to this weekend's Trifextra challenge.  This weekend we are giving you three words and asking for you to give us back another thirty of your own, making a grand total of thirty-three words.

Your words to work with are:

ring
water
stage

Good luck!

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Sipping tea with my aunt, my phone rang, it was my agent. My work was being considered for a stage production. My glass left a water ring on her unprotected antique burled-walnut table.

An Ungranted Wish

Trifecta: Week Eighty-Six "CRACK"

****In the Restaurant Industry, which I worked for many years, when an item is unavailable, sold out or unordered, it is "Eight-Sixed".

I had wondered where in the world that term came from and I found the eerie answer online: On a pirates ship, there was room for only Eighty-Five crewmembers. If you were the eighty-sixth, you had to walk the plank. Yikes!****



This week we have a new set of guest judges.  Please help us welcome Mary Beth, Shreya and Yve.  They've got a big responsibility this week, and we are confident that they're going to do an awesome job.

CRACK
1a : a loud roll or peal <a crack of thunder>
  b : a sudden sharp noise <the crack of rifle fire>
2: a sharp witty remark : quip
3a : a narrow break : fissure <a crack in the ice>  
  b : a narrow opening <leave the door open a crack><cracks between floorboards> —used figuratively in phrases like fall through the cracks to describe one that has been improperly or inadvertently ignored or left out <a player who fell through the cracks in the college draft> <children slipping through the cracks of available youth services>
4a : a weakness or flaw caused by decay, age, or deficiency :unsoundness
  b : a broken tone of the voice
  c : crackpot
5: moment, instant <the crack of dawn>

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. 

• 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.

 

 

MY SUBMISSION: (333 Word Count)

 

 

Friction caressed the long-necked vessel revealing a misty wayfarer.

“I possess to you tri-wishes this nigh, do with them what you will.”

Provided with a faint moment, the smoky apparition vacuumed, toe first, into its home.

 

Wild with wonder and full with hope, the final thrift store shopper of the day, unwrinkled a five dollar bill that was stuffed deep in his barren pocket and paid the nominal price.

“I can wrap it in paper to protect it, if you want” said the clerk to the crazed man.

“No that won’t be necessary, I’d like to hold it near me, if that’s alright.” he said and picked up his treasure, gently placing it between his rib cage and arm and walked with it out of the door.

 

“I wish for a silver Maserati” he spoke clearly.

In an instant the car appeared and he opened the door and sat in the luxurious leather front seat.

 

“I wish I had my own island.” He voiced his second desire.

Sitting in his new vehicle, he appeared suddenly on a beautiful black sand beach, white-crested waves crashing into the shore.

 

He opened the car door and stepped onto the beach, still clutching his magic jar. He walked to a cove shaded with palm trees and sat upon a rock. The excitement had brought with it a tiresome lull and within minutes, he was fast asleep. Awakened by a noisy flock of passing gulls, he pulled himself together and grabbed for his bottle, which, at this point had slipped from his hands, landing on the rocky ground. He picked it up, discovering that it now had a hair-line crack across the neck and where it had landed, was moist with liquid.

 

His daily third wish for his normal previous life were not heard, nor granted, all the rest of the years of his life. He rubbed and rubbed until his life had finally succumbed to his first wishes. He crawled into his luxurious casket and died.

 

 

 

Trifecta: Week Eighty-Five "Fly"

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Trifecta is for everyone. Please join the fun!

We turn now to our weekly one-word prompt.  This week we are asking for a 33- to 333-word response using the word:

FLY (intransitive verb)
1a : to move in or pass through the air with wings

  b : to move through the air or before the wind or through outer space
  c : to float, wave, or soar in the air <flags flying at half-mast>
2a : to take flight : flee
  b : to fade and disappear : vanish
3a : to move, pass, or spread quickly <rumors were flying>  

  b : to be moved with sudden extreme emotion <flew into a rage>  

  c : to seem to pass quickly <the time simply flew>

The reaction I had when I got into the club must have been similar to that of the first Spanish Conquistador to witness a Native American’s ceremonial dance. I was shocked indeed! The place was completely packed. There was a raised stage and at the foot of the stage was a raucous crowd of people jumping up and down, coming down on each other in a violent way, like they were fighting to the death. Blood splatter was on some shirts and faces. “Slam Dancing!” Sarena screamed with explanatory exclamation, but also as if to be asking me to the dance floor. This was nothing that I wanted to participate in, I had been slam danced quite enough already, thank you very much! The love birds, at this point, were still with me. Then, Tom-Tom says, “Hey Shawn, put this in your mouth, but don’t swallow it, just keep it on your tongue.” And so I did. He and Sarena laughed, and I apprehensively did too. After a short while, they disappeared into the crowd.

Then, as I stood by myself, shit started to get very strange. The room went from an inanimate large area from which to contain a party, to a living creature, breathing deeply off beat. Its walls, floors and ceilings moved inward then out and inward then out. It was overly crowded and the people who surrounded me were now so close, as if to actually make contact with my eyeballs. They looked at me with suspicious evil eyes and wildly sweet smiles. They bumped into me and rambunctiously moved around me like multi-ball action from a pinball machine. They also seemed to have become a single, living being, like red blood cells moving under a microscope; a tiny part of a whole beast. I felt like a mouse, dropped by the tail into a pit of hungry lions. I had to leave, in my state of mind, this place would just not fly.

*This is a section of a story that I have been writing.

Lucky Lizard

The weekend Trifectawritingchallenge.com :

this weekend we are asking for a thirty-three word free-write.  Any topic, any style--just give us your best thirty three.

This weekend's challenge is community judged.

 

 

My Submission:

 

                                 

Slivering silver scaled snake

Guarding garden grounds gate

Waiting watching wandering.

Looking for a lunchtime lizard

To eat.

 

Hovering hungry hawk high

Spy, swoop, stolen by surprise.

Talons take flight.

Laughing lucky lizard.

 

"A Pill Popping Past" Trifecta Week Eighty-Four

THIS POSTING IS MEANT FOR A MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY. 

This week's trifectawritingchallenge.com's word is "crude". We must use the third definition of the word in our story of between 33-333 words.

CRUDE
1: existing in a natural state and unaltered by cooking or processing <crude oil>
2 archaic : unripe, immature
3: marked by the primitive, gross, or elemental or by uncultivated simplicity or vulgarity <a crude stereotype>
4: rough or inexpert in plan or execution <a crude shelter>
5: lacking a covering, glossing, or concealing element :obvious <crude facts>
6: tabulated without being broken down into classes <thecrude death rate>

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. 
• 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.

 

WARNING! FOR MATURE READERS ONLY!Week Eighty-Four

 

 A Pill Popping Past

Crude desire filled my every cell as I walked into the dank room.  The stranger’s wild, horny eyes met mine and we embraced, skin sliding smoothly with hot sweat and oily lubricant. Without saying a word, pornographic volumes spoke clearly with chemical passion.  Soon our naked and unprotected bodies connected to be one as my quivering entrance was received. I writhed in pain as the semi-hard monster tore at my bowel and stretched my innards tight. Deep huffs from the small brown jar of poppers made it easier to bear. We smoked more.

Hours before, I had been at a parTy smoking away at a clear glass bubble pipe. Crystalized poison melted as the blue flame from the torch brought the drug to a lave-like boil. Anticipation made rise to the fine hairs that covered the back of my neck.  I expertly rolled the tool between my fingers and dragged from the glass tube my first hit.  A thick cloud of toxic smoke made its way to the hungry chasm of my abused lungs and filled them full with danger. Instantaneously, my heart raced and my temperature rose. My senses were tweaked as the beast was unleashed from within. 

The electric hunt for sex was on. My fixed gaze into the bright screen of the computer made blinking impossible.  My dry veiny eyes longed for reprieve.  Entranced by the devil and staring at the backside of God, I shopped the nude pictures and dirty profiles of the site. I flirted with words and showed pics of my zity ass, until finally I had a hit, a date.  In a flash I was in the car and on my way to appease the insatiable crave the drug served.

Now, before bed each night, I put the pills into a small cup, there’s seven of them in all, and swallow them as a group. I will be reminded of careless nights like the one I just told you about for the rest of my life. 

Word count: 333 

 

 

 

 

 

Think Happy

The weekend writing challenge set forth by Trifectawritingchallenge.com is to play around with the quote:

Three things in human life are important. The first is to be kind. The second is to be kind. And the third is to be kind.
--Henry Thomas

Each weekend challenge may contain no more than 33 words.


My submission is:


Life is filled with bumps along its path. There are three things you can do to smooth them out. The first, think positively. The second, think positively. And the third, think positively.


I was hoping to produce something with a tad more creativity, but the words just did not come this weekend...Next weekend will be better...why? Well, I'll give you three reasons: first I'm thinking positively, second I'm thinking positively and third, you guessed it, I'm thinking positively!

 

Trifecta: Week Eighty-Three "Rusty"

The news of "Rusty the Panda", who escaped from a D.C. Zoo, first sparked my creative flint. I chose to leave that story in my mind. Here's the one I chose to submit from the three I wrote. Enjoy!

“This model was serious technology in 2055” I told my crew, excited and relieved.

We had been excavating New York City for months and, until now, had come up empty handed. Today, our hands would be full.

We discovered it locked away in a vault at the infamous Gold Line Technologies Center. The android had been shut down for decades and appeared to have been so before the Tsunami came. This luck could result in a full recovery.

“Lift it onto the Magniflyer and prepare it for dehydration” Loren, the lead scientist instructed.

The robot was heavy and it took six of them to lift. They moved it into place and secured it for transport. Throughout the flight to the lab, preliminary tests were administered and circuit boards were freed of debris. We knew this computer was our chance to bring peace to a humanity crumbled, but also realized the trouble it may bring if its programming was pernicious.

We arrived at the lab and quickly moved it into the chamber.     

“Operating Systems recovered, sir” Loren told me and we gave each other a nervous smile.

“Take a look at this!” a tech screamed out, red-faced and noticeably frightened.

 “It’s moving!” another shrieked, stumbling over himself as he quickly moved away from the dehydration chamber.

The sealed hatch of the enclosure exploded open, knocking several technicians to the floor. Silence filled the room and pandemonium filled our minds as we waited with formidable anticipation for what was to come next.

It blankly stared ahead as it stiffly walked systematically through the door. Its machine-pressed face was hauntingly expressionless and unfamiliar. The moveable facial features were completely still. The eye lids were wide open and the mouth closed and relaxed.

“Sir!” Loren screamed out a whisper. “OS malicious!”

“Shut it down! Do it now!” I demanded.

The crew scrambled to power the robot down.

Suddenly the head moved up and down. Its mouth moved open, smiled and revealed orange rusty teeth. “Impossible” it spoke.

Third Times A Charm

@trifectawritingchallenge.com

My first weekend Trifecta Challenge! The challenge is to use 33 words to describe the saying "Third time's the charm". This was fun!

Toxic land near and far,

Dead planet decayed with

Life no more.

 

Intergalactic travelling,

Probes sent to study

What once used to be.

 

Complete serenity.

After our fighting world

Fought war number three.

Questions Answered

These questions were asked to be answered by @Trifectawritingchallenge.com. I am new to blogging and not too tech savvy, so please bare with me.

1. What is your name (real or otherwise)? 
2. Describe your writing style in three words. 
3. How long have you been writing online? 
4. Which, if any, other writing challenges do you participate in? 
5. Describe one way in which you could improve your writing. 
6. What is the best writing advice you’ve ever been given? 
7. Who is your favorite author?  
8. How do you make time to write?
9. Give us one word we should consider using as a prompt. Remember--it must have a third definition.
10. Direct us to one blog post of yours that we shouldn't miss reading

ANSWERS:

 

1.  Shawn Bruce/Shawnnypot/Shawn Pruett

 

2.  I'm still deciding.

 

3.  I started a "blog" on MySpace back in 2007, ongoingneverendingstory, which was a cleverly creative idea, but I was too into the drug scene back then to keep it going. I joined the Trifecta group and blogspot just today and look forward to clean and sober writing challenges and blog postings.

 

4.  I entered a poem in an online poetry contest earlier this week:

 

Above Beyond

 

Lifted eyes wild and bright

Instantly entranced at such a sight

Through the sky whizzing by

a trail of smoke signals left behind

The earth shakes, rumbles at the core

glittering embers of fireworks grace galore

the sky as never they have before.  

In an instant, the world has changed,

will it ever be the same again?

 

Panic races across the land,

grid-lock and looting and robbing and mayhem,

most will have to now live with no plan at all.

Into the brush to hide and take cover,

some would trek with bare necessities

to unite with a like-minded new humanity.

 

From the few who will survive,

the seed of life will spread and thrive.

Becoming who we never here

on earth  have been able to be.

 

 

 

Knowing what they do,

and how we once did  live

in the society of today our people will never forget.

They will take with great pride 

the teaching of their child,

 how to love not how to hate

cheat or to fight.

 

Thousands of years will pass and be lived

In a wondrous Universe, a multi Verse, at best

Our species will thrive and live life anew

the progression of us

and how to find peace,

love and healthy happiness,

With goodwill in their hearts they travel, by and by,

In exploration of man into the great abyss of space and time.

 

Survival of the fittest is the key,

Soon we will know the true skill of surviving as a

Celestial family.

 

So read this and know, that one day this could be

The very picture I have painted with words you now conceive.

Live now with love of the human family tree

and know we cover its branches with many, many leaves.

 

5.  Mentorship

 

6.  "You should write your life story" a Facebook posting by an ex-lover.  Until I received that comment, I only ever thought of doing it. I knew I had something to say and his comment put my thoughts into action. I have always enjoyed writing, as did my mother, who has truly inspired me the most.

 

7.  Stephen King, even though I prefer writing to reading because I have troubles with dyslexia.

 

8.  I am home most always and cable television pretty much sucks.

 

9. "Multiple"

 

10.  I will have to get back to you on this one, this is only my second posting.

 

 

I've been in cocoon stage for most of my adult life, my wings are finally drying and soon they will take flight.