The words she’d always longed to hear hung heavy in the empty air. Bright disgrace slunk upward, branding her with color. Hearts aren’t just blind, they’re stupid. Hers kept beating all the same.
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Trifecta: Color
18
Apr
Trifextra: Advice
07
Apr
We want you to give us thirty-three words of advice. Your advice can be to anyone or about anything. We only ask that you make it uniquely yours.
Spread your toes into the sweet, dark earth and dig deep. Let your fingers trail, untethered, across all that the wide, wild world, and whatever lies beyond, has to offer. Make it yours.
Trifextra – The Three R’s
24
Mar
Trifextra Week Sixty challenge:
This weekend, we are revisiting a prompt we’ve done before. We are giving you three words and asking that you add another 33 to them to make a complete 36-word response. You may use the words in any order you choose. Our three words are: remember, rain and rebellion. Now give us yours.
I remember
rebellion.
Always at the tip of my tongue, sharp bite beneath bark.
Molten, febrile, brilliant as youth believes itself to be.
The rain flutters, quivers, ripples; persistent as waves on sand.
The years appease.
Trifextra – Reshape
23
Feb
Trifecta, you know the drill. It’s all about the three’s and about leaving your blood on the page. Join in on this weekend’s challenge:
This weekend we are playing another type of word game with you. Below are photos from the 33rd page of one of our very favorite books, Elizabeth Strout’s Olive Kitteridge. What we want you to do is to scour the page (click to enlarge), choose 33 words, and reshape those words into a piece of your own. Your piece does not have to tell an entire story. We just want to see what you can do with this particular word bank. Punctuation is up to you. Use whatever you need, whether or not it appears in the photos.
Panic pricked her, arriving to quietly devour extra sensation. Urgent, clanking thoughts shouted their need. Standing hollow-boned, her relief hung above. She touched the green needles, comforted, as the breeze carried them off.
Dance Interlude – The Trifecta
21
Feb
Today’s Dance Interlude is brought to you courtesy of Dawnie‘s Trifecta entry. Holding it down, keeping it real ’92 stylo. Because I couldn’t narrow down the awesome and because I’m one half of the Game of Thirds, you get three for the price of one. Get up and get down, y’all.
Trifextra 53: Where the Wild Things Are
10
Feb
“This weekend we are venturing into uncharted territories once again. This Trifextra isn’t so much a writing challenge; it’s more of a reading challenge. We want you to scour through your favorite pieces of literature and give us the best 33 words you can find. “
…so he gave up being king of where the wild things are. But the wild things cried, “Oh, please don’t go–we’ll eat you up–we love you so!” And Max said, “No!”
From Maurice Sendak‘s Where the Wild Things Are. The dude scared and fascinated generations of children and spawned a pretty cool movie with an awesome soundtrack.
Hear it read, with some badass commentary, by Christopher Walken if you want a good laugh.
But for the true awesome and some pee in your pants hilarity watch the old man in action. RIP, Maurice. I’ll eat you up I love you so.
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Trifextra – Core
06
Jan
This post is a response to the weekly writing challenge from Trifecta. Not only is this a challenge, it’s a competition. One that comes with the rewards of triumph, increased feelings of self satisfaction and having your wondrous words featured on Trifecta. Join in and be judged, you know you have the words to kick some literary bootay.
This weekend’s challenge: core, mantle and crust
Crack through the crusty crisp. So clever, so frail. The middle of nowhere lies between very far away and just next door. Spotlight on the light, the one you could not leave behind.
Trifecta Challenge – Survive
03
Jan
This post is a response to the weekly writing challenge from Trifecta. Not only is this a challenge, it’s a competition. One that comes with the rewards of triumph, increased feelings of self satisfaction and having your wondrous words featured on Trifecta. Join in and be judged, you know you have the words to kick some literary bootay.
This week’s word: survive
Clammy, clasping, gripping, grasping. At straws or at shreds of things long gone. Hope stuffed down deep inside a knapsack. Head down, eyes closed, hands outstretched. This is what it is to survive.
The Argus – Christmas Edition
14
Dec
I wrote at the Hillsboro Argus again. Something about Christmas riles peeps up. It’s mostly good. Just like peeps. Get in the spirit, yall.
Trifecta Challenge – Hollow
29
Nov
This post is a response to the weekly writing challenge from Trifecta. Not only is this a challenge, it’s a competition. One that comes with the rewards of triumph, increased feelings of self satisfaction and having your wondrous words featured on Trifecta. Join in and be judged, you know you have the words to kick some literary bootay.
I haven’t Trifecta’ed in a while. In part because I’m an editor now and can’t be judged on my work, but can be judged for it. The larger part that I lack the ability to muster come the days of gray and rainy and this year ain’t going to be the exception to the rule. It may well be the gold standard the rule will now go by. Anyway, it ain’t much, but it’s all I got.
Crisp candy shell, brittle and bright. Tiptoe tread on the razor’s blunted edge. Blurred mind keeps my bones from breaking, so shallow and hollow between. I shake the globe to watch it spin.
