“No time,” Charlie gasps. “I’m sorry.” and then the clawed arms shatter the window and plunge through his abdomen. Gore spraying from his wounds, he squeals, “Run baby!” and throws me his keys.
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Trifextra this week chose a challenge posed by community member MOV from Word Cut. She asks us to: “Write a horror story in 33 words, without the words blood, scream, died, death, knife, gun, or kill. Good luck.”
… Read the restAs usual, I’m linking up with Lisa over at Seeking Elevation, today completing this quiz.
Are you awesome?
No. I’m Jessie.
This is like when my kids come running up to me whining, “I’m hungry,” or “I’m thirsty.” I say “Hi, hungry, I’m Jessie. What can I do for you.” And because they are on the spectrum, they then have to scramble to find the words to describe hunger and thirst without saying “I’m hungry”. It’s not really cruel. They need to be able to do this. But someday? Someday they will turn it on me and I will rue the tactic.… Read the rest
Except this. Our kids were in the same vicinity as the broad banded copperhead, and we removed them from said location.… Read the rest
Ann said, “Amtrak never gets anyplace on time.”
“For the fourth time, I’m sorry,” said Karl.
“Sorry!” Ann’s voice rose. “We’re in the middle of Nebraska, and the wedding starts in an hour. This is the worst gift you could have given me.” Karl didn’t answer, and Ann didn’t stop. “You’re so cheap!”
“What do you mean, cheap?” he protested. “This cost us twice as much as plane tickets.”
“And it’s taking four days instead of four hours! What a waste of money.” Ann pounded on the window.… Read the rest
Since I got my new camera, I’ve started judging people by the size of their lenses. In spite of the fact that until five years ago I didn’t even want a digital camera because I scoffed at their low quality, I now simply assume everyone is packing pixels instead of canisters. Even though I was perfectly happy with my little Panasonic Lumix until last August or so, I now look down on mere point and clicks. Here are some of the things I think when I see someone taking pictures.
“Huh. Camera phone. Some people just swear by their i-phones, but I really only use mine for online stuff.”… Read the rest
Twice a week these days, I go through Kübler-Ross’s five stages, and it’s all because of Trifecta. I sit beside the computer like a junkie waiting for the new prompt on Monday and Friday, and denial hits as soon as I read it. I can’t write that. What do they even want?
Anger quickly follows. What the hell do they want? How am I supposed to finish this? There isn’t enough time. Why do I have so few words? Why this three obsession?
Then I start bargaining. OK, if I push all my other stuff back a day or two, that will clear Monday and Tuesday for drafts.… Read the rest
I’m sure I’ll link up to a Wordless Wednesday or something. Even though this is going up on a Saturday
… Read the restOh no! I have to pick my own quiz at Friday Fluff. I’m so indecisive. I considered this one: http://www.quizopolis.com/a_to_z_survey.php because who wouldn’t want to know everything about me. Only I just did an alphabet post. And the author here appears to have written the answers for me. #Pointless.
Then, I thought about this one here, http://www.quizopolis.com/survey/6811/30-Questions-About-Your-Ex-Survey/, but remembered just in time that I don’t have any exes, having married the first guy I dated. Unless you count the kid I went around with when I was twelve. Which I totally do not, since we only really hung out together since his brother was dating the girl I thought was my best friend who turned out to actually be a frenemy.… Read the rest
Over at this week’s Trifextra writing challenge, we are to complete in our own 33 words (the second part of the story below for me) the story the editors have begun with their 33 words (the first part of the story below for me)
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“There’s nothing cute about it,” he said. The register of his voice indicated decision more so than discussion.
She disagreed heartily and privately, staring past his head and out the window behind him.
She exclaimed, “They’re tiny! The child wouldn’t come without her familiar; the cat wouldn’t leave its kits; and I had only the demon box to hold them.”… Read the rest
“Why don’t you hunt?” asked Johnna.
“I See too well,” her father Aif answered. Between them, they held a wide, heavy board so two men could bang nails in from the roof. They were putting up a wall constructed of a series of such boards, each nearly as long and wide as the tree from which it was hewn, smoothed by machine, and chosen for this project with great care. Building an Auric hut was hard work.
“But I’ve seen hunting parties,” Johnna protested.
“Brace that!” said her father. Johnna squared her weight and the hammers commenced above. This addition to her father’s hut was going to be larger than the original building.… Read the rest