Dazzle Me

This weekend's Trifextra challenge is to write a 33-word piece including these three words:

myopic
dazzle
basin


Wanna truly dazzle me this Christmas?

Keep the diamonds. Instead, how's about you teach my tragically myopic children to use garbage cans, rinse toothpaste out of the basin and flush their @&*%$ toilet?

Sex, Sex, Sex

This weekend's Trifextra challenge: choose a word and use it three times in 33 words. However, it must be either a verb, noun or adjective and the form of the word cannot change, it must appear exactly the same three times.


Heterosexual, homosexual, bisexual. I don’t judge.

My sex life? My business. Your sex life? Your business.

Unless you and I are having sex.

If that’s the case ... get your sexy ass over here.

Oh My "God!" This Was Hard.

This weekend's Trifextra challenge: "Buddhist cosmology tells of Trāyastriṃśa, or the Heaven of Thirty-Three gods, which rule over the human realm. This weekend we're asking for exactly 33 of your own words about a god of your own devising that shares heaven with the other thirty-two gods. Make it yours and have fun with it."

As the title indicates, I struggled with this prompt. Maybe it's because I already have a god on my mind this morning. You see, I am madly in love with the god of thunder, and "Thor: The Dark World" comes out today. Woo-hoo! It's hammer time!

Anyway, here's what I pulled out of ... somewhere. Let's call him the god of vengeance.


He tallies your stains on their unripened souls. His wrath wells, permeating the prismatic air. With icy whispers through uncoiled fingers, he orders your reckoning. You, desecrater of innocents, shall know true pain.

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Dark Spirit

This weekend's Trifextra challenge: write a 33-word piece about a beast in an unusual place. I've encountered this beast many, many times.


The benevolent beast in the Bacardi Black bottle

     assures me I can dance

         convinces me I'm irresistible to all men

             transforms me into a total badass

                 makes sure I remember none of it

Photo borrowed from arsthanea.com

Can I Just Be Chased By a Chainsaw-Wielding Otherworld Monster Instead?

This weekend's Trifextra challenge: write a 33-word explanation of what scares you (or your character). I can handle psychotic clowns, serial killers and possessed dolls. But this truly scares the crap out of me:

“That’s it. You’re done with that kid.”

“No!”

“Are you crazy? You just said he hit you!”

“I love him.”

“No, you don’t. You’re 15.

“But … I’m pregnant.”

(pause)

"Quick! Hide Daddy's gun!"


DISCLAIMER: The gun thing is tongue in cheek. I would probably say something similar in this scenario because smartassery is a coping mechanism for me. Hubs doesn't even own a gun ... yet. :)

Don't Say I Didn't Warn You

This weekend's Trifextra challenge: write 33 words that follow this illustration in a book:



Artist credit: Dan Duford
www.poisonedplayground.com

Luke grabbed Lilly and pulled her up the embankment.
They ran until they cleared the brush.
"Mum was right,” Lilly said breathlessly once they reached home.
“Liam’s face really did freeze like that!”

Skywalker Family Therapy Notes

This weekend's Trifextra challenge: write 33 words about a famous trio. 

These ARE the words you're looking for. (I believe my "cool mom" points just went through the roof.)

Treatment impetus:  twins' rebellion against father

Initial assessment:

• male/female twins with history of incest
• father presents with possible borderline personality disorder
• son displays abandonment issues
• daughter exhibits bad-boy fetish

Recommendation: aggressive therapy

My Sweet Apostrophe

This weekend's Trifextra challenge: Write a 33-word apostrophe. About.com defines apostrophe as, "A figure of speech in which some absent or nonexistent person or thing is addressed as if present and capable of understanding." 

So, of course, my first impulse was to write an apostrophe about the punctuation mark of the same name. Yep, that's how my mind works. I've learned to just go with it.


O, my sweet apostrophe!
Show me thy versatility.
How I love when you’re possessive. 
Join two words as one. Impressive!
Do pluralize that single letter,
But not whole words. (“S” does that better.)

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Ravenous moans permeate the emptiness of my loft.
Fingers uncoil my carefully executed crown of curls.
I love.
He pities.
Guilt and scarred wrists tether us for now.
I will settle for that.

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This weekend's Trifextra challenge:  Write a 33-word piece including these three words:

tether
loft
crown

Dear Diary

This weekend's Trifextra Writing Challenge is to write a haiku: an unrhymed verse form of Japanese origin having three lines containing usually five, seven, and five syllables respectively.

 

So, here is my 17-syllable tribute to the diary:

 

Cleanse my soul, paper.

Capture, you, my heart's riddles.

No lies; no judgments.

Photo borrowed from faithandtheology.com

Their Spot

This weekend's Trifextra Writing Challenge is to come up with 33 words inspired by the photo below. Restrictions: no creepy, dark stuff allowed.

 

Read about this amazing photo project: http://eirikso.com/2011/01/04/one-year-in-one-image/

Leaves snapped beneath them.
"Can I see you again?" He asked.

Snowflakes poured through unadorned branches.
"I'm pregnant," she announced.

Warm rain danced against the white tent.
"I do," their baby girl vowed.

Shadow of a Man

This weekend's Trifecta Writing Challenge is to come up with 33 words inspired by this photo:

Photo credit: [ changó ] / Foter / CC BY-NC-ND

He kept his head down whenever the white ladies passed, resisting the urge to study their yellow hair and seemingly translucent skin. A misunderstood glance could result in him swinging from a tree.

Lipstick and Irony

This weekend's Trifextra writing challenge: write a 33-word piece including a color.

I wear pale pink. It's called "Demure."

Her shade is whorish bright red. I've seen it on her vanity.

When she's away, he lets me stay over.

I pretend he chose me instead.

Photo borrowed from weheartit.com

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I'm THAT Mom

My children:

• are products of interracial marriage
• were bottle fed
• attend public school
• eat sugar 
• watched SpongeBob
• have been spanked
• play video games
• know (and love) gay people
• are clearly doomed for life



Daughter and Son practicing for their future as street people.

 

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The kind folks at Trifecta decided to take it easy on us for today's weekend writing challenge. They asked for a 33-word free write--any topic, any style--which is harder than it seems. I didn't think I'd ever say this, but I like being told what to do.

Summer in 33 Words

This weekend's Trifecta Writing Challenge is to describe summer in 33 words.


Humidity overpowers air

Sleek becomes frizzy, R.I.P. sexy hair

Stovetop hiatus; oven, be still
Tag you’re it, Mr. Grill

“No-Shave November” stretched into May
Fur's gotta go now; bare legs on display

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Dear poetry Nazis (myself included): The meter totally sucks, but please overlook that in the spirit of summer fun, OK? Thanks.

Apology

This weekend's Trifecta Writing Challenge is to come up with 33 words inspired by this photo. My entry follows the picture. 

mohammadali / Love Photos / CC BY-NC-SA

"I'm so sorry."
"I know. You said that already."
"It was an accident."
"I know ... I just can't believe we climbed all the way up here, and you forgot to bring Flat Stanley."

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I really, really considered writing something to convey the profundity of the photo. But then I remembered who I am and went the humorous route. That's just how I roll, yo.

If you don't know who Flat Stanley is, first imagine me shaking my head disapprovingly, and then visit this website to learn more.

Love Defined

Okay, I'm not in love with him, but I do love him in a who-else-is-gonna-pay-my-rent-take-me-to-dinner-and-buy-me-shiny-things kind of way.

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trifecta weekend challenge: Write a 33-word confession. (Don't worry, Hubs; mine is purely fictional.)