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Trifextra Week 70: Worlds Collide

Trifextra Week 70:

I saw the prompt and went, Yay! I have just the thing for this (sort of). This is a part of a much bigger poem, one that’s not quite finished as of yet (the lazy in me sends his love).

Anyway, here goes …

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Worlds Collide

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His life a normalcy, hers vibrancy,

Worlds collide

His eyes a distant-blue, hers crimson hue

Looks imply

His nervous smile, her vocal sigh,

Volumes said

His questioning eyes, her urgent smile,

Breaths entwine

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P.S. It may not look it but it is impossibly difficult to fill in the format of His__, Her__, two-word-punch-line.


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Trifecta Weekend Challenge: So Help Me God

Trifecta weekend challenge. It’s been a while since I’ve taken on one of these. Well, here goes …

So Help Me God

Cal! Hon! Dear?

GODDAMMIT, WHAT?

I- I just wanted to s-

WHAT!? SPEAK WOMAN!!

I love you …

I SWEAR, IF YOU WAKE ME FROM THE DEAD AGAIN FOR THIS- SO HELP ME GOD!

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*Update*

Don’t hoard your votes people, I hear giving’s nice this time of year.

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P.S. I wouldn’t know.


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A Day’s Work

“Go away!”

“Uh, very well. I’ll see you at the dining table, young master.”

If you haven’t choked on your own vomit by then.

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“Miss Hilary! How absolutely lovely you could join us at the table. The sheep’s ready for you.”

“Uh, OK.”

“I’m hooome!”

Nobody cares.

“I’M HOOOME.”

Now they do.

“O Hi daddy!”

“Hi there sweetie pie!”

“Daddy, Daddy! why does Mr. K works for us? He’s so weird.”

Because daddy is a fart and a sissie who doesn’t know how to say no.

“Now Now, honey, he’s not weird.”

He is

“He is.”

“I don’t want you thinking like that, sweetie pie. It’s wrong. You hear me? wrong.”

Says the man with weed in his underwear.

“OK, daddy.”

“And besides, he’s new to the trade, so I’m helping him out.

I beg to differ.

“Molly? Finally, where have you been all this time?”

Sharpening knives.

“The kitchen, cleaning dishes.”

Close enough.

“Well, I’m hungry. What’s for dinner?”

Limbs with a hint of blood and peppermint.

“Lamb chops.”

What did I say …

“Mr K if you would be kind enough to STOP EFFIN’ DAYDREAMING AND SERVE THE GODDAMN DINNER!!”

“Right away, master Henry.”

“Daddy, what does effin mean?”

Daddy’s life.

“Nothing honey, just an expression of anger.”

“Hey there, Dad, Mom, Sis.”

“You are effin late Jeremy!”

Pffft …

“Whoa! wha-”

“Dinner has been served!”

“What’s up with Hil? Wait, never mind, what’s for dinner?

“Flesh, young master. Cut to fine pieces by a butcher’s knife after the gruesome death and consequent beheading of some lamb unfortunate enough to be healthy and alive and in the same district as the young master’s unholy being.

“…..”

“…..”

“…..”

“…..”

… Too much?

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Trifecta Challenge.


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One Too Many

Trifecta Challenge.

33 words to follow up the prompt. It wasn’t the first time. So here goes.

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It wasn’t the first time. She knew what to do. Caressing the length of the rope, she felt the leather. Her fingers twitched.

One whip. Two whip.

Ten whips score

One whip. Two whip.

But one too many

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Edit: I, seriously don’t have a clue as to how to reply to the comments below. I mean … I just don’t know what to say … anything and everything will be weird.


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Survived

Trifecta challenge.

Survived

You had me then
You have me now
The last embrace
Your solemn vow

You move away
Into the fray
Let go, you say
I have a choice?

We meet again
I am alive
I tell my life
I have survived

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As it happens, the word “poem” has been ringing in my head for the last 12 hours. After having watched this, you’ll know what I’m talking about.


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Better This Way

I think it’s about time to take on another trifecta. I’ve missed them.

For your prompt this week, we are giving you the first 33 words of a story. You need to complete it with 33 of your own words.
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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.

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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 clicked her tongue, the guests were late.

Turning, she glared at him disapprovingly as he took off “all the pink” from the walls.

“Happy?” She snapped sardonically.

“At least, they won’t puke.”

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This one is community judged so feel free to vote for me. It’d mean a lot.


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Enough

Another trifecta, this time around, the challenge is to write a snippet of exactly 33 words, with a justified exclamation point. Here’s my effort…

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– Enough –

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“J-Johnny dear … w-where’d you-“,she hiccuped.

He watched with disgust, his mother in a drunken stupor, fumbling.

Enough!

Beyond death lies peace. 

Jo-Johnny wha-? JOHNNY!!

The river is cold this time of night.