Trifecta

"Words" - My Non-Trifecta Trifecta

This was my first Trifecta attempt today, before I thought I should write something more directly about Trifecta! (see Farewell Trifecta)

Words

Judge Rodgerson recapped the shocking litany of crimes Sophie had committed. She felt naked before the court as the words washing over her, through her, etching into her flesh and bones. Exciting her.
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"The End of the Mystery Tour" - Farewell Trifecta

So this weeks Trifecta is the last ever. Sad of course, but it has been a fine institution to have had some involvement in, and I'm sure we'll see each other around the great flashisphere. Fare thee well!

Farewell
This weeks Trifecta challenge was open. Really open. Only one rule - 33 words. I told you, that is open. So without a prompt I don't know where mine came from! Never you mind maybe it is obvious, here it is - "The End of the Mystery Tour" (all 33 words):

The End of the Mystery Tour

The mystery tour took in a heady mix of creations from warped minds and isolated genius. Moments and grand visions crystalised into perfect bite size chunks. The trip stuttered jarringly between shifting realities.

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"Satisfy" - Trifecta Week 114

This weeks Trifecta is another 33 word challenge to include the use of 'Satisfy'

JAIPUR10

The Jaipur

‘It is love,’ Kev said.
‘Is it really the only one that can satisfy you?’ said Tom.
Kev picked up the Jaipur reverentially, savouring its aromas, the look on his face confirming everything.
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"The Introduction" - Trifecta #104

It is sad to see that Trifecta is to close at the end of March, but these weekly challenges take up a lot of time for those that organise and judge them. My hat goes off to everyone involved in it for their work over the last couple of years in providing these opportunities to write and meet with some wonderful writers.

In this week's Trifecta #104 it was another 33 word challenge and needed to include a palindrome. Mine is below:


The Introduction


Charlie turned to the camera, seeming to look into the very souls of his watching public. He shuffled his papers, assumed his trademark smirk, ‘Today, we bring evil live to you.... Piers Morgan…’


Piers
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'Half a Heartbeat' - Trifecta #105

Trifecta Writing Challenge this week was brought to you by 'worm' and required exactly 33 words.

Half a Hearbeat

If there was even a sniff of gossip Edith Bassenthwaite became a phenomenon to behold. She could worm it out of the toughest characters in a heartbeat. The headhunting by MI5 was inevitable.

(33 words)
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'That's Not What I Meant' - Trifecta #103

Trifecta this week is one of them dead short ones. Just 33 words in addition to (and preceding):

That wasn’t what I meant.

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The Last Scouse

‘The scouse tasted funny.’

‘That’ll be the strychnine,’ said Sarah throwing the pot away.

My empty plate glared at me.

‘You did say you’d rather die than see Man United win another title.’

That’s not what I meant.


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In case you don't know what scouse is then take a look on this site… it's global scouse day on Friday!!

Global Scouse Day
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Trifecta #102

The 'Lurve' Trifecta

In recognition of one of the worserest capitalist 'holidays' of the year tomorrow
Trifecta #102 has a love theme. They asked for 33 words about 'love gone wrong' - without the use any of the following words: love - sad - tears - wept - heart - pain

So here is my little (33 word effort):
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The young couple grinned when the vicar asked the congregation, “... anyone knows any lawful impediment?
Recognising the groom’s parents from the day they’d picked Louise up from the orphanage her adoptive parents screamed.

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"Angles" - Trifecta Week 111

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Angles

The orange tinged lights flickered erratically then fizzled out as the lift stuttered to a halt. Stephen’s shoulders sagged when he realised they were stuck between floors. He looked across at the other man to see if he would react.

        Grieg touched back his jacket cuff to check the time, but otherwise looked unphased.

        ‘It won’t be long,’ Grieg said to Stephen, who he didn’t recognise.

        Stephen looked at Grieg without thought to hide his disdain. His features squirmed across his face as though he was tasting waves of chili, vinegar and Stinking Bishop.

        Grieg was used to it. He was held in the utmost esteem for his magical abilities by the few, but most people treated him like something unpleasant they’d trodden in.

        They were trapped in the lift for over an hour before Stephen spoke.

        ‘How can you do what you do?’ said Stephen.

        ‘I sleep fine,’ Grieg said.

        ‘But the lies you tell affect people every day,’ Stephen said, ‘and it’s always the poorest who suffer most.’

        Grieg preened some imaginary hair and looked Stephen directly in his eyes.

        ‘I sleep fine.’

        There was a pause before Grieg spoke again.

        ‘I’ve never lied, I've never manipulated the figures. All the information I provide the Ministry are what they ask for, based on the story they want to sell.’

        ‘But the lies.’

        ‘I’ve never lied with my statistics. Admittedly I sometimes tell truths from unusual angles.’

        ‘But they’re always torn apart afterwards by the opposition and the media.’

        ‘Of course, but by then my job has been done. The story has gone days before. People have short attention spans you know,' Grieg said. 'I just do the best job I can for my wage. Never done anything wrong in my life.’

        ‘Not sure most people will agree with you.’ said Stephen.

        ‘Everyone is entitled to their view of the truth, from whatever angle they chose to see it.’

        The lights suddenly flickered back to life and the lift jerked violently upwards.



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(333 words)
Trifecta Writing Challenge - 'Manipulate'

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'Stat!' - Trifecta Week 101

Trifecta 101

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From
Trifecta #101 - www.trifectawritingchallenge.com - and above photograph (click to see source). Just 33 words!


Stat!

Highlighter neon seeped into Julia’s fingers like an obnoxious chemical spill. Her head throbbed, bursting with unfathomable words and phrases as her heart set the pulsing rhythm.

        “Exam strength coffee!” she cried. “Stat!!"





(33 words)



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"The Sausage Lesson" - Trifecta 109

The Sausage Lesson

Liz couldn’t get to sleep wondering what she could do about Susan. She’d thankfully grown out of the “
Talk to the hand” stage, but still the usual refrain from any comment or question was “Whatever...

          Liz needed to get her daughter back - to get her talking!

          It was 2am when she hit upon it. She thought it may be a bit of a
kill or cure, but it would certainly get a reaction.

          Next morning as Susan grabbed some toast and coffee Liz sat compiling the Monday shopping list.

          ‘What do you want tonight love?’

          Predictable: silence.

          Liz tried again, ‘Sorry, Susan. What do you want for dinner tonight?’

          There may have been a quiet grunt, but she wasn’t sure.

          ‘I said...’

          Susan looked up and stopped Liz in her tracks, ‘Whatever!’


The stench of the Andouillette sausage was as hard to stomach now as it had been when Liz discovered it in Paris twenty years ago. Liz was having chili herself, but Susan having a lesson.

          The key in the door quickly brought Liz back from her Parisian memories.

          ‘That you love?’ she shouted out.

          ‘Who else would it be?’ Susan said laying each word thick with sarcastic tones.

          ‘Dinner’s ready. Get it whilst it’s hot!’

          The tell tale clomp only a teenager - or a medium sized hippo - could make let her know she’d heard.

          As the kitchen door was flung open Susan screamed, ‘Has something died!?’

          ‘Just your dinner.’ Liz said placing the plate in front of her, ‘It’s supposed to smell like this.’

          Susan looked in shock at the plate, then at her mum’s.

          ‘You’ve got chili, my fave,’ she said.

          ‘Yep, it’s spot on too, I must say.’ Liz said taking a forkful.

          With teenage bravado Susan sat down and started to eat.

          ‘Every mouthful is another nightmare!’ Susan said ten minutes later almost in tears.

          Liz didn’t have the heart to make Susan eat even half of it.

          Susan never said “
Whatever!” to her mum again. Lesson learnt.


Trifecta Writing Challenge - 'Whatever" 6th January 2014
(333 words)

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Andouillette Sausage
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"Two Hearts" - Trifecta 107

Melt

This week's challenge was the word:

MELT (transitive verb)

1:  to reduce from a solid to a liquid state usually by heat
2:  to cause to disappear or disperse
3 :  to make tender or gentle :  soften

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Two Hearts

It was a daily fight, a test of nerve - of might.

Our hearts both battle worn, compacted and hardened;

protected from hurt.

Primary defence:



          Isolation.



It was a daily fight, to beat the fear, to soften.

But the fear of winning…

          the fear

                    of losing.

It was a daily fight;

          our hardened hearts.

          Melt.

It is a daily fight. No more.

Two hearts softened. Tender.

          Together.



(66 words)
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"Noises" - Trifecta 96

Hey Trifectans! It’s my first ever Friday Trifecta Writing Challenge and today was a 33-word free-write.

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Picton

Picton Reading Room, Liverpool Central Library (by A J Walker)


Noises



Daniel returned the same time every week. His laughing reverberated horribly around the Victorian reading room challenging anyone to react. The noises he made today after one timid bookworm turned were briefly disturbing.

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"Goodbye, Mr Chip" - Trifecta

Goodbye Mr Chip

Stephen had woken with a burgeoning excitement - like a bygone Christmas. He jumped out of bed singing before diving into the shower. He frothed and foamed with once expensive gels he hadn’t used for a decade. It really was a special day.

          James knocked dead on 10am, ‘Right mate, excited?’

          ‘Oh yeah,’ Stephen said beaming.

          ‘Phew! What’s that perfume?’ James laughed, wafting his hands.

          ‘Overdid the showering a touch,’ Stephen said sniffing at his pits. ‘I swear the flat would smell of Christmas if I had some tangerines.’

          As they left James laughed. ‘I remember the day I did it - like yesterday.’

          ‘When did you get yours removed?’ said Stephen as they got into James’s car.

          ‘Gone eight years,’ said James. They started the short drive to the church, ‘I was worried I’d rushed into into it, but it was the right thing.’ He rubbed an imaginary itch on his neck.

          ‘I know. Should have done it years ago,’ Stephen said. He was still nervous though, not completely sure he was doing the right thing. He wasn’t sure how he’d manage without the newest entertainment, the joy of The Game, and the free Information feeds.

          At the old church James knocked on a rear door. Stephen was pleased to see his sister there and couple of his old friends for the occasions. James then introduced him to Jeremy who’d be doing the work.

          ‘It’s not a difficult job,’ Jeremy said. ‘Done it thousand of times - I even did it for James. Many years ago.’

          James nodded, ‘There’ll be a bit of pain, but nothing as bad as toothache. You’ll be fine.’

          ‘Just remember - keep the scar moisturised and protected for the first few weeks,’ Jeremy reminded him. ‘Get yourself a pretty scarf.’

          As he’d talked Jeremy had carefully sliced away the skin. Then, without warning he gave the chip a stiff pluck. A little blood, but that was it - the chip was out of Stephen’s neck. He was now offline.

          Lost. Missing.

          Free.


(333 words)

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This was for this week's Trifecta prompt, which was:

PLUCK: (transitive verb)

1: to pull or pick off or out
2
a : to remove something (as hairs) from by or as if by plucking    
b : rob, fleece
3: to move, remove, or separate forcibly or abruptly
4
a : to pick, pull, or grasp at    
b : to play by sounding the strings with the fingers or a pick

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"Maybe Suzanne?" - Trifecta

Maybe Suzanne?

She bought his socks, washed his underwear, ironed his shirts, told him when his girlfriends birthdays were - and his wife’s. She booked the MOT for the car, paid for the parking fines, booked the restaurants, arranged his meetings, put up with his moods, lied to his wife and packed his weekend bags.

          He wasn't sure of the name of his companion and certainly didn’t know how much he paid her.

          A postcard from Cuba said: "
Thanks for everything, Suzanne."

          He thought the name sounded familiar, he’d ask his wife later - after he called the bank to see why his bank card had been refused at lunch.

(106 words)

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Trifecta Writing Challenge 18 November 2013

As usual, third definition, 33-333 words:

COMPANION (noun)

1:  one that accompanies another :  comrade, associate; 
also:  one that keeps company with another
2:
obsolete :  rascal
3
: a :  one that is closely connected with something similar

b :  one employed to live with and serve another

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"Monitors" - Trifecta

Monday is a Trifecta Writing Challenge day (33-333 words). The prompt this week was more than a nod to Remembrance Day:

Remember (verb):

1 :  to bring to mind or think of again
 
2 :  archaic    
       a :  BETHINK    
       b :  REMIND
3 a :  to keep in mind for attention or consideration    
  
b :  REWARD
4 :  to retain in the memory 
5 :  to convey greetings from 


My little effort has a similar nod or two…

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Monitors

Daniel pushed back his untidy hair as he let out a resigned sigh.

          ‘A bad day, Dan?’ Stephen asked.

          Daniel put his head in his hands, his elbows splayed uncomfortably either side of his computer keyboard.

          ‘You could say that,’ Daniel muttered.

          Stephen wasn’t sure he wanted to continue with the questions, Daniel had been a bit preoccupied lately.

          ‘This damn job,’ Daniel continued, ‘Not sure I can justify it to myself anymore.’

          Stephen turned from his computer screen to face his colleague, ‘Something happened?’ he said.

          ‘Yesterday was my granddad’s birthday,’ Daniel said, ‘may he rest in peace.’

          ‘Sorry mate,’ said Stephen trying to place an ounce of sincerity in his voice.

          ‘He died years ago, but I was with my dad yesterday and we were remembering what he did in the wars. Wars plural mind,’ Daniel said, ‘What a man.’

          ‘Aye, got to give all the guys every credit for defending our freedoms from those that would take it away from us and all that,’ said Stephen.

          ‘But we’re here monitoring emails and websites of our own people. Monitoring bloody Prime Ministers phone calls from our allies too,’ Daniel said.

          ‘Guess we won the freedom to do that, haven’t we?’ Stephen said without irony.

          Somewhere across the warehouse sized monitoring post an alarm began to pulse.

          Daniel banged his head viciously on to his desk sending a staple gun flying.

          On cue Chris, their line manager, turned up with a couple of refrigerator sized Prism security guys.

          ‘Your conversations are monitored here too,’ Chris said.



(257 words)
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"The Prince" - Trifecta

The Prince

The first book on Gerald’s Kindle had been The Prince. The first book on his second Kindle - having sat on the first - was The Prince. It was the only book he had read more than once. He saw it as something between a bible and an instruction manual.

Gerald loved his job. It defined him. He had no hobbies, no real friends to speak of. There was nothing he enjoyed doing but a good job - achieving his targets with minimum fuss.

Should he ever find himself cornered into a conversation he wasn’t steering - which was rare - if asked he would say he was removal man. That’s how he described himself to his bosses - removing people from where they wanted to be to where his bosses wanted them to be.

To himself he called himself the maneuver man. He was far too often just required to bully and threaten to get results, but he much preferred the cerebral way. Gently leading people to where they thought they wanted to be - without them knowing they were being led.

One day he would look back on his career as a modern day Machiavelli with pride, but there would be no one there to listen. His was a craft that was respected like an atom bomb or a cold assassin - it didn’t attract friends.


(220 words)

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Trifecta is for stories between 33 and 333 words for the 3rd definition of a word - in this case 'Craft'


Craft
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"Sometimes Only a Boo Will Do" - Trifecta

          Trifecta 101 Trifecta Writing Challenge
          33-333 words using the following prompt (third definition):

          
boo 

          1 (interjection)
          used to express contempt or disapproval or to startle or frighten

          2 (noun)
          a sound that people make to show they do not like or approve of someone or something

          
3 (verb)
          to show dislike or disapproval of someone or something by shouting “Boo” slowly



Sometimes Only A Boo Will Do


(extract from “
Booing and Other Improvised Expressive Devices - A Handbook” - 2013)


Chapter 3.1

The Use and Laying of I.E.D.s


3.1.1

Whilst booing sounds childish to many it is noisy and surprisingly effective. As the well known quote goes:

          “
A boo is three quarters of a boom, so simple maths show that four people booing is equivalent to three booms...

This is why booing was one of the "Original Three" actions classified as an effective Improvised Expressive Device (I.E.D.).

Bear in mind that there is no easy retreat from a boo - you can’t boo quietly and you can’t hide it was you - the reddening face, curled lips, creased up eyes and heaving chest is usually a giveaway (not to mention the finger jabbing which often accompanies it).

This means that the booee - and any of their representatives - are likely to see you were at least one of the booers booing. There will be no doubt about it - you will be marked down as a booer.

So if you decide to boo you’d better mean it.

          An example of a time you may want to use a boo:

          You come across a politician just down the street from you - he’s spouting lies and other crap in front of the cameras and sycophantic supporters. He represents you. You pay his wage. You pay his expenses.

You can’t just walk away - it’s at times like these that you need an effective I.E.D. so lay one on him thick.

          "Boooooooooo! BOOOOOO!"



* the other two of the Original Three were ‘Farting noises’ and ‘Sarcastic laughing’ which are covered in Chapters 5 and 7 respectively.



(269 words) @zevonesque
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Christine - Trifecta Week 100!

Christine


Christina looked at the blank magnolia wall opposite her bed and could feel her rage slowly dissipate. She’d always left the wall blank so there was nothing there to hate - to focus on. Her breathing was returning to normal and she swept her hair away from her flushed face. As she did so she noticed a little blood on her thumb and went to instinctively lick it away, but a powerful smell of nail varnish remover made her recoil.

          Strewn debris of beauty products, china cups and trinkets beneath the drawers and shelves testified to the fit of anger that had hit her home like a tornado. The broken bottle of nail polish remover had glugged its last into the old carpet. That was Christine for you.

          Her alter ego was not well known these days, Christina effectively kept her to the house - most of the time. All her friends knew Christina as a bubbly and exciting young woman - just last week Susan had said her epitaph would read “Always up for a laugh” but when Christine came calling you wouldn’t want to be there.

          Christina had wanted to give her other self another name, to separate herself from her actions, but she only changed one letter to show how close the two were. Her life was always on the edge Christine was a simple vowel away and could appear at any time.

          The whirlwind damage had now left Christina with no mirrors or photograph frames with tell tale reflections. Without a mirror she wondered how she would know if she was Christina or Christine - how would she know when it was safe to take herself outside?

          An open window let in the autumn breeze and the rippling curtains made her shadow dance on the magnolia wall - a phantom battle flickering between good and evil.


(305 words) - Trifecta 100 "Phantom"
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What Makes You Scared!? - Trifextra

Teeth

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I’m scared of people with teeth - precisely, those that seem to have too many massive glowing ones, filling their head with that false man-made white. There’s something decidedly wrong with those people.


(33 words)
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This was from the quick Friday Trifextra prompt - looking for a 33-word explanation of what scares you (or your character).

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Weekly Flash Fictions

Trifecta 30
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From the Trifectans!: Trifecta
33-333 words - Weekly from Monday to Thursday


Visdare 30
http://anonymouslegacy.blogspot.co.uk
Angela Goff's: Visdare challenge
<150 words - Weekly from Tuesday



MWBB 30
http://thetsuruokafiles.wordpress.com
Jeff Tsuruoka's: Mid Week Blues Breaker
300-700 Words between Tuesday and Friday


Flash Friday 30
http://flashfriday.wordpress.com
Rebecca Postupak's: Flash! Friday Fiction
Word count variable
and sometimes exact!
Dragons welcome.



Looking back I think I actually started with the Mid Week Blues Buster then quickly discovered Visdare after that, which I probably do the most (150 words, you can always fit in 150 words). Since then I came across Trifecta, which is great, and then more recently the Flash Friday Fiction.

All four are fun to do - else why would you do them - and they have a good community of people too.

So don't be afraid if you haven't done it before, if you are looking to put your toe in the water with a splash of flash fiction then give them all a go and see which one(s) suit you best.


…These are my favourites, other writing challenges are undoubtedly out there.
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Early Demise of a Hedonistic Archaeologist - Trifecta #99

Trifecta-1

It is the
99th ever Trifecta Writing Challenge so to celebrate such a special occasion the challenge is suitably different - instead of 33-333 words on the 3rd definition of a word the challenge was to write about any of the words on the 99th page of the Oxford English Dictionary.

Well forget that, how about trying to throw most of them in instead? Here goes with a story of the early demise of a Filipino archaeologist - with a Russian grandmother - and a penchant for the odd vino tinto and a cheap cigar on his road to Babylon…


The Road to Babylon


When I was a bouncing baby on the Babuyan Islands

sat in my stretch forever
Babygro,

my
babushka rocked back and forth reminiscing about the Steppe,

I remained
babyish never playing with other children.

Alcoholic
babysitters explain my later lurch

to
Bacchanalia, together with my love of

smelly
baccy, this caused my

longterm
bachelorhood.

When I passed my
baccalaureate I

celebrated with
Bacardi

then headed to
Babylonia - a Bachelor archaeologist.

Concern with bathroom cleanliness was easily put to the
back of one’s mind,

sadly returning
back to haunt me,

as now I’m dust blowing through Mesopotamia - simple
bacillary ignorance.



(99 words)
@zevonesque


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Zombie for Love - Trifecta Week 98

Zombie for Love


Georgia had that dress on with the simple 60s cut and bright flowers - Sarah loved that dress but had to admit that with Georgia’s long blonde hair she looked the archetypal flower child. Still, Sarah thought it would better suit her.

          ‘Cheers!’ Georgia said clinking Sarah’s glass.

          ‘Bottom’s Up,’ Sarah said, ‘Here goes nothing.’

          Georgia took a sip of her lager as Sarah slugged back half her Zombie.

          ‘Donnie’s due in an hour - when I’ll be suitably relaxed,’ Sarah said knocking back the other half, ‘I’m going to make the move on him, he’s just not going to do it.’

          ‘You need a little lubrication to make that move too?’ Georgia said.

          ‘Hell yeah!’ Sarah said, ‘Still, these are gorge just taste of fruit.’

          ‘You’ll regret it tomorrow,’ Georgia said.

          ‘Risk-reward strategy babe!’ said Sarah.

          By the time Donnie walked in Sarah had defeated four Zombies and was feeling rather fuzzy. She could feel a grin grow across her face like a slow spreading dawn. He looked lovely - in a foggy sort of way.

          ‘Hi Georgia,’ Donnie said air-kissing her cheeks, ‘Hi Sarah, you two enjoying yourselves?’

          ‘Hi Donnie,’ said Sarah, ‘you’re looking love-er-lee today.’

          ‘Thanks,’ he said, ‘You both okay for drinks? Looks like I’m playing catch up.’

 
          As Donnie stood at the bar Sarah found herself blinking erratically trying - but failing - to clear her vision. When Donnie returned with a bottle of Blue Moon her ears seemed to be fogging and throbbing too - which she couldn’t shake. The last thing she remembered was trying to give Donnie the biggest most obvious of come-on smiles.

          In the morning Sarah woke up to a banging headache and the light sound of snoring. She could feel the warmth of skin against hers - she couldn’t remember a thing but at least her plan had worked.

          Sarah’s eyes then fell on something familiar draped over the chair and her stomach suddenly went queasy - it was Georgia's flower power dress and handbag.



333 Words - Trifecta 8 October 2013 “Zombie”

Nice to get to name check a
Green on Red song!




The weekly prompt.  Using the THIRD definition of the word, as always.  

ZOMBIE (noun)

1
usually zombi

a :  the supernatural power that according to voodoo belief may enter into and reanimate a dead body
b :  a will-less and speechless human in the West Indies capable only of automatic movement who is held to have died and been supernaturally reanimated
c :  a person markedly strange in appearance or behavior
2
a
 :  a person held to resemble the so-called walking dead; especially :  automaton
3 :  a mixed drink made of several kinds of rum, liqueur, and fruit juice

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Dutch - Trifecta Week 96

Dutch

The waitress came back with Daniel’s Gold Card and a couple of chocolatey mints to take away the sting of the bill.

‘You are joking right?’ said Philipa as she pulled her scarf out of her handbag.

‘I’m afraid it’s true,’ said Daniel, ‘I just have to pay by card or contactless.’

‘But you really cannot go to an ATM?’ Philipa said.

‘Nope. Nor a bank,’ said Daniel.

‘Blimey, I’ve never heard of anything like it,’ she said.

‘Sense of smell is linked to the most primal of instincts you know,’ Daniel said, ‘the strongest and most instant reactions.’

Philipa touched his arm as he put on his jacket, ‘What happened to you when you were a kid then? Must have been something.’

‘Well of course, but I’m not at liberty to tell you on a first date,’ Daniel said touching her hand, ‘Suffice to say just a few bank notes and it can send me right off, pure mental. It frightens me how much of an animal I can become.’

‘Fine excuse not to tip then,’ she smiled, ‘Suppose change is okay.’

‘Like I say card only,’ he said, ‘I’m no skinflint, it’s purely health and safety - I’m usually a pussycat.’

Back at the flat Philipa sat on the sofa and smiled at Daniel as he walked into the kitchen to pick out a bottle of red. After placing the bottle and glasses down he took off his jacket - something attracted his attention - as he took his hand out of the inside pocket she saw his face change instantly and realised that this was one date she shouldn’t have forced to go dutch.


(274 words)
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Beginnings and Ends - Trifecta Week 95

Beginnings and Ends

Janna stopped in her tracks entranced by the bold rainbow which arched over Priya’s Wood and looked as solid as a stone staircase. Looking up at me with those big questioning eyes of hers Janna asked, ‘What’s at the end of rainbows?’

Scuffing-up her bowl cut hair I said, ‘Everything Janna, everything.’ As I have always been wise beyond my years.

My sister smiled at me, knowing I was right, then we looked up at our rainbows not knowing who’s was best - or where they may lead.


(88 words) from the Trifecta Writing Challenge Week 95 'Rainbow'
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Reboot - Trifecta Week 94

Reboot


Following his short Powerpoint explanation of the plan Bubbles sat back satisfied.

‘I like it boys,’ said Grebbo looking enthusiastically around the assembled faces, ‘Neat.’

‘Not too complicated neither,’ Davos nodded.

‘Yep, not too many parts to go wrong,’ said Spamhead, ‘Not like last time.’

As one the gang peered at Spamhead.

Steady looked at his crew clapping his hands together, ‘Right, I think we can safely say we have a decent plan here. This will be world changing. Bubbles, simply great stuff.’

Grebbo clapped the diminutive Scot on his back, ‘Well done. Class.’


The following week, with the confidence from the simple plan and a couple of successful trials behind them, the delivery boys - Grebbo and Spamhead - swopped the gas masks in the hotel storeroom for theirs, taking away those remaining to leave exactly nineteen. It should have been twenty but for Spamhead giving the wrong one to poor late Davos in the first trial.

As the G20 came to it’s usual petering out stage the crew watched the BBC with growing excitement. Steady selected “Send to All” and at 2.26pm the email went out to Government press secretaries and news agencies throughout the world.

The Capitalist System has failed. Following todays 2.30pm attack the worlds self nominated most important countries will be leaderless. Let the world take this opportunity to start again with a blank page and an honest heart.” it was signed off “From, Reboot”.

At 2.29pm timed devices went off in the air conditioning units spreading thick evil looking smoke throughout the entire hotel.

In the ensuing panic the leaders of nineteen of the nations donned their masks with relief, whilst their entourages said their prayers to their various gods. The French President cursed never being good at musical chairs, or fighting, after the masks had come out.

Fifteen minutes later all the leaders were dead except for the Frenchman, who would briefly be blamed for the poisoned gas masks. The world paused; except the Reboot crew, who partied.


333 words by A J Walker
@zevonesque

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It's All About the Bland - Trifecta - Week 91

It’s All About the Bland


The marketing manager stood up. ‘Right, we’ve completed the market research and all the indicators show that we will be just ahead of the curve here. Perfect timing, we will be riding the wave, we reckon for a good two, potentially three, years. Crispin...’

Crispin, the new marketing assistant, stood up a little nervously in front of the gaudy powerpoint presentation, ‘As you can see the kids absolutely love this Product, particularly after we ran some advert mock-ups past them. The thirty-somethings also feel it is a really good fit with the existing portfolio and can see themselves drinking both Products. With the proposed premium this should result in a projected uplift in profits of some 12% plus or minus 2% for the whole lager range. Err, that’s after marketing costs.’

The CEO stood up below the neon logo and the gold crown seemed to hover above his head, ‘Look guys, if we make it people will buy it. Simple as,’ he said. ‘There’s nothing we cant sell these dumb asses. Our Product is blander than tepid water on a wet Sunday and what do we do? We water it down, that’s what we do. And what do these characters do? They lap it up even more of course. For a premium too. Love it guys, love it. Good work fellas.’

He rocked back into the deep leather chair and took a satisfying sip of an expensive rioja. He rose the glass up to the happy committee and ended the meeting as he usually did, ‘It’s not about the Product guys, it’s all about the brand.’

He left the room with the sound of the committee’s self congratulatory applause still ringing in his ears. It was another great day for the company.



(294 words )



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Fancy a go at Trifecta? Why not give it a go now? The one-word prompt this week was:

BRAND (noun)
1a : a charred piece of wood
  b : firebrand
  c : something (as lightning) that resembles a firebrand
2: sword
3a (1) : a mark made by burning with a hot iron to attest manufacture or quality or to designate ownership 
     (2) : a printed mark made for similar purposes : trademark
  b (1) : a mark put on criminals with a hot iron 
     (2) : a mark of disgrace : stigma

4a : a class of goods identified by name as the product of a single firm or manufacturer : make
  b : a characteristic or distinctive kind
  c : brand name
5: a tool used to produce a brand

Please note that we are asking for the noun, not the verb.


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. 
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MWBB & Trifecta - It's Istanbulicious

Completed a quick MWBB this week following the cue of a Police song 'Secret Journey'. A song about traveling to find faith, love etc. So how did I twist that around to be a story of 2005 and Istanbul then? Probably because football fandom is as close as I get to religion other than being in awe of the odd cathedral.

Check it out here.

Also got to do this week's new
Trifecta which is for 'Grasp' - as in comprehend. Wonder if that will get me to Istanbul too? 6 minutes of football that were hard to grasp… maybe yeah!


GRASP (verb)

1 : to take or seize eagerly
2 : to clasp or embrace especially with the fingers or arms
3 : to lay hold of with the mind : comprehend

Remember:
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  • 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. 
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Chomp! - Trifecta 33

33 words prompted by the 'Trifecta Tooth'

Chomp!

Tooth, a lonely singular word telling of loss and pain. Toothache. Drilling. Filling. Blackening. Missing. You can’t crunch with just one tooth.

It needs a social collective, union. Teeth - together we are strong!
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"Maybe Shropshire" - Trifecta FF

"Maybe Shropshire"


The fissure had loomed over me for years. In the right light it could fade away to magnolia nothingness in the plasterwork, but more often - especially at night - it would become a foreboding crevasse cleaving dynamically through the wall facing my bed. I could hear it sometimes, whispering and crackling at me. Taunting. I would see it growing, changing shape, expanding like a cruel clown’s smile, splitting the whole wall in two. An opening to something otherworldly.


In the morning when I would wake the crack would have returned to it’s former size, leaving no evidence of it’s nighttime activity. No trace would be left of what had come out, or been taken through to the other side.


My wife always managed to miss these terrifying nocturnal episodes. She even suggested that there maybe some correlation between the severity of these paranormal events and my occasional late night cheeseboards. She tried to wean me away from Shropshire Blue and Stilton on to Cheddar and Leicestershire, but I wouldn’t have that. That would be like letting the fissure win.



CRACK
1a : a loud roll or peal
  b : a sudden sharp noise
2: a sharp witty remark : quip
3a : a narrow break : fissure   
  
b : a narrow opening —used figuratively in phrases like fall through the cracks to describe one that has been improperly or inadvertently ignored or left out
4a : a weakness or flaw caused by decay, age, or deficiency :unsoundness
  b : a broken tone of the voice
  c : crackpot
5: moment, instant
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"Dessert" - Trifecta FF

Dessert

In company Jake found he could turn off his swearing with relative ease. Occasionally an inappropriate word would leak out, but he felt that was okay.

His biggest problem was his automatic responses during general conversation. If he felt like it was being teed up it was almost impossible for him not to follow up with a punchline.

Sitting on his hands and biting his lip didn’t seem to work for Jake. Indeed the harder he tried he found he was more likely to blurt out something louder and more embarrassing. It was usually crude childishness, like something from a 60s seaside postcard or a Carry On film, certainly not worth the effort or small laugh that might result from it.

Everybody who knew Jake expected it of him. So what on earth was his mother thinking when at the end of the meal she offered the vicar a tart?


(150 words)



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The story is based on the 'Trifecta' word of the week, namely; 'Crude', 3rd definition;


CRUDE

1: existing in a natural state and unaltered by cooking or processing

2 archaic : unripe, immature


3: marked by the primitive, gross, or elemental or by uncultivated simplicity or vulgarity

4: rough or inexpert in plan or execution

5: lacking a covering, glossing, or concealing element :obvious

6: tabulated without being broken down into classes -

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'The Twitter List' - First Trifecta

The Twitter List

As I licked the final taste of my breakfast bacon from my lips the laptop heralded the arrival of an email. I’d been added to a List on Twitter, which wasn’t that common for me. In fact it was the first time and quite intriguing. The list had my name in the title, ‘The David Joseph Revolution Club’.

I assumed that when I clicked on the list I was going to find all the members were random David Josephs, or that it would be people I knew. In fact there were hundreds of people of all genders and ages from all around the world. I didn’t recognise a single person on the list and the only David Joseph was me.

Later the heavy knock on the door and simultaneous bell ringing was indicative of some urgency. I yelled that I was coming.

At the door I found police in riot gear, some army types and a couple of suspicious looking men in black suits, shades and all.

‘Mr Joseph,’ said one of the suited men.

‘Err, yes,’ I started.

‘We know it is,’ said the other suit, ‘it’s time to come with us, as I’m sure you expected.’

The taste of bacon returned along with something more distasteful and I tried to swallow it back.

‘To be honest I don’t have a clue what’s going on,’ I explained quite truthfully. I assumed it was a mistaken identity drug raid, ‘I was about to go for a walk around the park.’

‘You’ll only be walking to the car there,’ said the first suit pointing, ‘We have questions about your little revolutionary club.’

‘What? This is some sort of wind-up,’ I peered past the countless men in the garden expecting TV cameras.

‘This is not a joke Mr Joseph. We take this kind of thing very seriously and so does Mr Obama and the CIA. Call me Mr Prism,’ said suit two, putting his hand on my arm, ‘Have you ever been to Cuba?’






The story is based on the 'Trifecta' word of the week, namely; 'Club', 3rd definition;


CLUB
1a : a heavy usually tapering staff especially of wood wielded as a weapon
 b : a stick or bat used to hit a ball in any of various games
 c : something resembling a club
2a : a playing card marked with a stylized figure of a black clover
  b : plural but sing or plural in constr : the suit comprising cards marked with clubs
3a : an association of persons for some common object usually jointly supported and meeting periodically; also : a group identified by some common characteristic   
  
b : the meeting place of a club   
  
c : an association of persons participating in a plan by which they agree to make regular payments or purchases in order to secure some advantage  
  
d : nightclub  
  
e : an athletic association or team
4: club sandwich
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