One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It’s the loneliest number since the number one
No is the saddest experience you’ll ever know
Yes, it’s the saddest experience you’ll ever know
‘Cause one is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
One is the loneliest number, whoa-oh, worse than two
It’s just no good anymore since you went away
Now I spend my time just making rhymes of yesterday
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
One is the loneliest
One is the loneliest
One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
It’s just no good anymore since you went away (number)
One is the loneliest (number)
One is the loneliest (number)
One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do (number)
One is the loneliest (number)
One is the loneliest (number)
One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do (number)
One (one is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do)(number)
One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do (number)
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The name of the group made me think of my Lucy who adopted me on first meeting, April 13, 2012.
She had been living at the animal control for one year before our meeting that one day.
Little did I know that black dogs are the least desirable.
Little did I know that Pit bull mixed dogs are the least desirable.
Little did I know that she would come into our home and within 15 months we’d go from zero dogs to three.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds…as I lovingly call her, was ONE in our home for nine months and here are a few Phoneography photos to show her off.
One dog
One cage
One year
One meeting
One walk
One seat
One driver?
One guard
One play
One coffee
One love
One helper
One happy
One friend (Zula)
One more (Daisy Mae)
Here’s to our ONE sweet pup Lucy in the sky with diamonds, who adopted our family and fits the song perfectly with her kaleidoscope eyes, Aaaaahhhhh!
“Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds”
Picture yourself in a boat on a river
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green
Towering over your head
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes
And she’s gone
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Aaaaahhhhh…
Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain
Where rocking horse people eat marshmellow pies
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers
That grow so incredibly high
Newpaper taxis appear on the shore
Waiting to take you away
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds
And you’re gone
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Aaaaahhhhh…
Picture yourself on a train in a station
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstyle
The girl with the kaleidoscope eyes
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Aaaaahhhhh…
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Aaaaahhhhh…
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds [fade out]
The love that The Father has lavished on me is more than I can imagine on most days.
I may not always understand this love but, when I look past myself, dig my roots deep into what I know and believe, the love of my Father will always be visible.
He loves me even in the midst of what I think are unfathomable circumstances.
His love can be seen even in a lonely desolate place.
The Tree Of Life growing in a dry desert.
In the middle of this place, the God of the Universe has allowed His beautiful creation to flourish and grow.
This is love.
Note:
Inspired by many things of this Advent week including this song that our Youth Group Band played Sunday morning in their service, The Well.
Before I run a few errands and then go to work at the restaurant, I worship with the Jr. and Sr. High students. It is so wonderful to watch them express their child-like faith. At 44, with much life experience (being a single Mother to 10 children…the children were planned, being single for 5 years wasn’t), I can still say that I am 13 in spirit so I fit right in with them!
He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realize just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.
And oh, how He loves us, oh,
Oh, how He loves us,
How He loves us all
He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realise just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.
And oh, how He loves us, oh,
Oh, how He loves us,
How He loves us all
Yeah, He loves us,
Oh, how He loves us,
Oh, how He loves us,
Oh, how He loves.
And we are His portion and He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes,
If his grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.
And Heaven meets earth like an unforeseen kiss,
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest,
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets,
When I think about the way…
He loves us,
Oh, how He loves us,
Oh, how He loves us,
Oh, how He loves.
Yeah, He loves us,
Oh, how He loves us,
Oh, how He loves us,
Oh, how He loves.
Yeah, He loves us,
Oh, how He loves us…
Oh, how He loves us…
Oh, how He loves us.
His troubled blue eyes announced
the real story hidden under his roof
He wasn’t fairing well without me,
I softly stroked his stubbly proof
But he’s the one who told me to go,
emotionless and aloof
Blaming his ways on the Doctor’s diagnosis, the addictions from his youth
OCD! I’ve tried to figure its frustrating ways out like a sleuth
Back For Good, the lyrics he sweetly sings might be his truth
“Back For Good”
I guess now it’s time for me to give up
I feel it’s time
Got a picture of you beside me
Got you’re lipstick mark still on your coffee cup
Got a fist of pure emotion
Got a head of shattered dreams
Gotta leave it, gotta leave it all behind now
Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn’t mean it
I just want you back for good
Whenever I’m wrong just tell me the song and I’ll sing it
You’ll be right and understood
Unaware but underlined I figured out this story
It wasn’t good
But in the corner of my mind I celebrated glory
But that was not to be
In the twist of separation you excelled at being free
Can’t you find a little room inside for me
Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn’t mean it
I just want you back for good
Whenever I’m wrong just tell me the song and I’ll sing it
You’ll be right and understood
And we’ll be together, this time is forever
We’ll be fighting and forever we will be
So complete in our love
We will never be uncovered again
Whatever I said, whatever I did I didn’t mean it
I just want you back for good
Whenever I’m wrong just tell me the song and I’ll sing it
You’ll be right and understood
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Back For Good 72 words
Written for Picture It & Write http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/category/picture-it-write/
“Dude, do you see her? Oh my God, she’s an amazon if I’ve ever seen one.”
“Steer clear of that one, she’s a brick house inside and out.”
“What?”
“Last week at the club her Uncle owns, they scared this guy who was just asking her to dance.
Her Brother rushed in front of her with a NO TRESPASSING glare.
Her Mother stood in front of him with a veil and a bouquet of roses, gesturing him to come closer and pushing the Brother to the side.
Her Aunt cried, ‘The girl became hard hearted the day her Daddy died.'”
picture by Randy Maize
Brick House 100 Words
Written for Friday Fictioneers
Link your own up here:
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple | Growing older is inevitable. Growing up is optional. http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/
Moonlight
unveils our myopic love story contradiction of affection
-an apparition,
pretend pretensions.
Sunlight
flaunts reality, dazzle illuminates
hope flushed down the hollow basin
-true love exiled into the dark
shadow of truth.
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Into The Light 33 Words
Written for Trifextra 97
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Turn down the lights;
Turn down the bed.
Turn down these voices
Inside my head.
Lay down with me;
Tell me no lies.
Just hold me close;
Don’t patronize.
Don’t patronize me.
[Chorus:]
‘Cuz I can’t make you love me
If you don’t.
You can’t make your heart feel
Something it won’t.
Here in the dark
In these final hours,
I will lay down my heart
And I’ll feel the power;
But you won’t.
No, you won’t.
‘Cuz I can’t make you love me
If you don’t.
I’ll close my eyes,
Then I won’t see
The love you don’t feel
When you’re holding me.
Morning will come,
And I’ll do what’s right;
Just give me till then
To give up this fight.
Some boys call them mounds
to that I will always frown
Some boys call them a caboose
I don’t think that’s too cute
Some boys call them tail
to this I will always wail
Some boys call them cheeky
only those who want to get freaky
Some boys call them rump roast
only those who want a surprise champagne toast
Some boys call them fanny
only those who like lace panties
Some boys call them booty
thinking this term is being cutie
French boys call them derrière
the love language that isn’t fair
English boys call them arse
that’s not sexy of course
Dutch boys call them bips
one of them is going to get clipped
Italian boys call them culetto
let me just kick them with my stiletto
Russian boys call them popa
sounds like they’re smoking dope-a
Portuguese boys call them boon
to that I just might swoon
Jewish boys call them tush
to that I always will blush
So give me all of the names
different but mean the same
apple
backside
behind
bun
bund
duffs
hams
rear
All crystal clear
The beautiful
Gluteus Maximus
or
my favorite
A$$ets!
Note: Listen to The Rolling Stones Some Girls and sing my words!
Here are theirs:
Some girls give me money
Some girls buy me clothes
Some girls give me jewelry
That I never thought I’d own
Some girls give me diamonds
Some girls, heart attacks
Some girls I give all my bread to
I don’t ever want it back
Some girls give me jewelry
Others buy me clothes
Some girls give me children
I never asked them for
So give me all your money
Give me all your gold
I’ll buy you a house back in Zuma beach
And give you half of what I own
Some girls take my money
Some girls take my clothes
Some girls get the shirt off my back
And leave me with a lethal dose
French girls they want Cartier
Italian girls want cars
American girls want everything in the world
You can possibly imagine
English girls they’re so prissy
I can’t stand them on the telephone
Sometimes I take the receiver off the hook
I don’t want them to ever call at all
White girls they’re pretty funny
Sometimes they drive me mad
Black girls just wanna get fucked all night
I just don’t have that much jam
Chinese girls are so gentle
They’re really such a tease
You never know quite what they’re cookin’
Inside those silky sleeves
Give me all you money
Give me all your gold
I’ll buy you a house back in Zuma beach
And give you half of what I own
Some girls they’re so pure
Some girls so corrupt
Some girls give me children
I only made love to her once
Give me half your money
Give me half your car
Give me half of everything
I’ll make you world’s biggest star by half
So gimme all your money
Give me all your gold
Let’s go back to Zuma beach
I’ll give you half of everything I own
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
A$$ets 205 words
Written for Trifecta: Week 106
The word is:
Here are the rules and where you can link up: Happy Hanukkah to our Jewish friends. Now let’s all write our tushes off.
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.
• Only one entry per writer.
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Look into a creature’s eyes
See into their soul
All creatures have longings
That cannot be controlled
Know that each creature is worth
a hand to hold,
a heart to console,
an I love you to be told
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All Creatures 38 Words
Written for dVerse Open Link Night 125
Note: inspired by
*the picture prompt that I found somewhere last week and cannot remember where
*the quote below
*the song & lyrics below
With the holidays near, I encourage everyone to remember to show love in the days to come but, also consider to show love other times too. Don’t just save it for the holidays or as the song title says, “Don’t Save It All For Christmas Day”
Cheers!
~Unaware But Underlined
Leo Buscaglia
‘Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which the potential to turn a life around.’
Note: I have personally wanted to “give up” on humanity many times in my life.
People and their lack of sensitivity, hurts me…please listen to the song below and then go out and hug someone you’d never ever hug in a million years…I’ve given a stinky homeless man a hug after a 30 minute conversation on a freezing winter’s day.
I dislike being cold so this was sacrifice.
Oh, I gave him a fresh sandwich, fruit, veggies, and bottled water too.
Basic needs were taken care of, but I knew he wanted an ear and a hug, really…he was begging for more than just money for survival!!
Don’t forget: Humans are worth something…so don’t give up, keep looking up!
“I Won’t Give Up”
When I look into your eyes
It’s like watching the night sky
Or a beautiful sunrise
Well, there’s so much they hold
And just like them old stars
I see that you’ve come so far
To be right where you are
How old is your soul?
Well, I won’t give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I’m giving you all my love
I’m still looking up
And when you’re needing your space
To do some navigating
I’ll be here patiently waiting
To see what you find
‘Cause even the stars they burn
Some even fall to the earth
We’ve got a lot to learn
God knows we’re worth it
No, I won’t give up
I don’t wanna be someone who walks away so easily
I’m here to stay and make the difference that I can make
Our differences they do a lot to teach us how to use
The tools and gifts we got, yeah, we got a lot at stake
And in the end, you’re still my friend at least we did intend
For us to work we didn’t break, we didn’t burn
We had to learn how to bend without the world caving in
I had to learn what I’ve got, and what I’m not, and who I am
I won’t give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I’m giving you all my love
I’m still looking up, still looking up.
Well, I won’t give up on us (no I’m not giving up)
God knows I’m tough enough (I am tough, I am loved)
We’ve got a lot to learn (we’re alive, we are loved)
God knows we’re worth it (and we’re worth it)
I won’t give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I’m giving you all my love
I’m still looking up
Friday 13th Guitar “While My Guitar Gently Weeps”
On the back of my neck
Friday 13th Cross, my life verse is Romans 15:13 “May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.”
Underside of my left wrist (my very first one at 41 years old)
“Cave Woman’s Truth”
Top of left wrist
“Way.Truth. Life.
Faith. Hope. Love.”
Based on John 14:6 and 1 Corinthians 13:13
These wrap around my right wrist
I have 7 more little ones one my ankles but I’m not taking boots off at work to take photos….they are all from Friday 13th…. My studio is doing one last Friday 13th event in 12 days…I’m going to add to my left ankle….maybe then I’ll take photos…
13 is a magic number: I have Hebrew 13 and this is the meaning,
HaShem is echad (one)
Echad (one) is ahavah (love)
HaShem is ahavah (love)
If I sing but don’t have love
I waste my breath with every song
I bring an empty voice, a hollow noise
If I speak with a silver tongue
Convince a crowd but don’t have love
I leave a bitter taste with every word I say
So let my life be the proof,
The proof of Your love
Let my love look like You and what You’re made of
How You lived, how You died
Love is sacrifice
So let my life be the proof,
The proof of Your love
If I give
To a needy soul but don’t have love then who is poor?
It seems all the poverty is found in me
So let my life be the proof,
The proof of Your love
Let my love look like You and what You’re made of
How You lived, how You died
Love is sacrifice
Oh, let my life be the proof,
The proof of Your love
When it’s all said and done
When we sing our final song
Only love remains
Only love remains
Let my life be the proof,
The proof of Your love
Let my love look like You and what You’re made of
How You lived, how You died
Love is sacrifice
So let my life be the proof,
The proof of Your love
Thanks to the rhythm speaking this night, Words dancing in tune ready to explain their intellectual musical plight
TRUTHS (In Jazz)
Of issues through deep forces moving to capture some insight,
Orange hot fire burning wildly trouncing humanity’s blind eyesight
TRUTHS (In Jazz)
In a crisis of our time: past, present, future again becomes 20/20 vision now in hindsight, Depending on roads taken we just might start to highlight
TRUTHS (In Jazz)
On the cusp of the border, you & me out in the limelight,
Putting love & hate together making order out of chaos or just slight
TRUTHS (In Jazz)
Free falling emotions of improvisational jamming wound up tight or maybe downright,
Expressing mysteries of pictures in sound through the ultimate muse’s outright
TRUTHS (In Jazz)
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TRUTHS (In Jazz) 126 words
This piece came from many sources:
~Sunday Whirl words http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2013/12/01/wordle-137/
~Free Writing
~Listening to Sting’s album ‘The Dream Of The Blue Turtles’
~Comments on some blogs about history and the wrongs done by those in history
I have been dreaming of blue turtles for the past few weeks.
A comment posted to a friend’s blog about the background of a piece he submitted for the last Trifecta on Wednesday, reminded me to look up Sting and other masters playing for his 60th birthday…he’s one handsome man at 62…mmmmm, mmmm!
Listen to the master Sting and then read the lyrics.
I fell in love with this whole album, The Dream Of The Blue Turtles, when I was a teenager in 1985…
Every song on the album is a hit and speaks TRUTHS…
These words are still TRUTHS many years later…
“Consider Me Gone”
There were rooms of forgiveness
In the house that we share
But the space has been emptied
Of whatever was there
There were cupboards of patience
There were shelfloads of care
But whoever came calling
Found nobody there
After today, consider me gone
Roses have thorns, and shining waters mud
And cancer lurks deep in the sweetest bud
Clouds and eclipses stain the moon and the sun
And history reeks of the wrongs we have done
After today, consider me gone
I’ve spent too many years at war with myself
The doctor has told me it’s no good for my health
To search for perfection is all very well
But to look for Heaven is to live here in Hell
After today, consider me gone
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This afternoon I am alone.
My heart’s cry moves me to this rock where I am able to sit and think, letting all of the cares of my world shrink.
In a moment of silence, I close my eyes.
Gazing deep inside I see the ocean’s tides rise high.
The waves are speaking to me in languages that I understand fluently.
The crashing thunderous explosions of the waves circulate and crest into the rock that I sit upon. In a whoosh, the waves tell me tales of days long ago and of the passionate nights of many a soul. The messages float to the surface from the deep. Calling out my heart listens intently.
Relaxing alone
Ocean waves
Speak to my soul
The ocean calls my name, over and over again and again, beckoning me to dive in.
Yes, I must move on my impulses by giving into the calls.
Obligingly I remove my dress and undergarments.
I sink into the warmth of the ocean’s currents.
Freedom!
I dance and move to the musical tones of the waves ebb and flow.
Back and forth gently I twirl without stopping.
The movements of the ocean in me and with me are natural, soft and deep.
I’m in a trance-like dream, eyes wide open.
I am one with the ocean.
Naked inside and out
Dancing
To the music of the ocean’s love
The music of the waves play for what feels like hours but I realize it has only been a few minutes.
Abruptly the music stops.
Stillness.
Not a sound to be found.
The silence is begetting.
I desired for the ocean to continue to speak to me.
The undiscovered words peaked my curiosity.
I longed to stay, for my soul to be flooded once again.
I knew that it was time to go.
As I returned to the surface out of the depth of darkness, the waves gently splashed at my feet and water dripped down my thigh, reminding me of the entranced moments of being one with the ocean.
The box. Beautifully wrapped laying on our bed. It shocked me to see such beauty waiting for me. I almost didn’t want to disturb the paper and bows so intricately wrapped but your instructions said, “Put it on my beautiful one, I want to see you move and bring to life the room when you walk in. I love you- forever and always. Until…” I knew your words were not just words, they were you, pure and true. So I opened the box.
treasures found
in words of love
wrapped in layers of more than paper
My eyes widened as I lifted the dress, oh the dress, out of the box. Perfect! You knew exactly what would move my soul, my heart, my body….you knew. Touching its beauty, I knew this dress was made for me. As if it was an extension of me. I slipped it on feeling as if there was a piece of my soul connected to it. As it caressed my skin, I tingled. Life forces moved inside of me that are unexplainable. I felt like a new woman. Secretly my mind moved through our evening and back to our bedroom, where this dress would be removed by you. You and I would dance another dance that only two lovers can remember yet conjure up. Our romance.
second skin
caressing from the outside in
lover’s dance
I twirled and danced in our bedroom just for a minute longer. Slipping my shoes on, I was almost ready for our night. Music, wine, hors d’ oeuvres, several courses in our meal and then dancing. The public dance of us, long lovers still in love. You called me from downstairs, “Are you ready, my love?” “Yes.” I said descending to the bottom of the stairs. You said, “Stand there. I want to see you in the light and I want to capture this moment.” Grabbing your camera, you told me to open the dress and dance for you now. Of course, I did.
The Dress 335 words
An experiment of prose and haiku combined
I want you in
As deep as you can be
I want to see you
I want you to see me
My box is screaming
To have you in
My mind is dreaming
Thoughts begin
To Move
To Dance
To Sing
Of a romance
Inside of my box
Inside of me
I want you in
As deep as you can be
I want to see you
I want you to see me
My box misses you
Our “private writes”
Naked and true
Words, you to me
Words, me to you
Beautiful words, just for two
Minds to collide
No longer having to hide
Deeper we go
Inside deep we’ll slide
I want you in
As deep as you can be
I want to see you
I want you to see me
My box is ready
Open
Wide
Juices are flowing
Deep inside
Of my fingers
My toes
Between all of those
I have words
Ready to compose
I want you in
As deep as you can be
I want to see you
I want you to see me
“Coffee and Cream”
Inbox Into-Me-See (Intimacy) 178 words
Written for Trifecta weekend challenge Trifextra (this week with a triple XXX)
Do one of your own, here are the rules:
And now on to a completely different type of prompt. As you may or may not know, November 15 is National Erotica Day. Trifecta is not an erotica-specific type of place, but we never shy away from a chance to stretch our creative limbs, and we hope you’ll join us as we dive in to celebrate this quirky day.
We are asking for an open write this week–33 to 333 words of erotic writing. No specific words need to be used, and we aren’t necessarily banning any either. If you want to see what our writers came up with last year, click on over and check them out. This year we are imposing one additional limitation: we are not accepting any entries that deal with sexual violence. We want this to be a celebration of sensuality. Posts that contain graphic violence will be immediately deleted from our collection.
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Making love to ivory keys,
he made his audiences believe
fiction as reality,
all of whom he was destined to be.
Initially he played for hard cold money
just to support his Momma, his true family,
giving up his high school degree, success came to him quickly and naturally.
He wasn’t just playing a part,
he was a true romantic at heart,
penning prolific melodies from the start.
Then the heartfelt lyrics last,
a seemingly back-assed
Musician,
this was not due to his confusion,
it was how he worked through his unknown muse within.
One day he dug down deep, never looking back,
found The Stranger was living on the inside waiting to attack.
A little devil working cunningly, a scheming deceptive craft.
Waiting, just waiting to have the last laugh.
BOOZE
The drug he did choose
to use
on a regular basis.
Allowing him to take off his mask,
just like all of the others that were on his same path.
Today he still uses his booze,
and doesn’t hide it from the news
Reporters,
yet he still claims he does not abuse
it’s just a way to diffuse
thoughts that are stuck,
running amuck
from his unknown muse.
The Piano Man’s Muse is 200 words.
Written for Trifecta : Week 102
And now, the weekly prompt.
CRAFT (noun)
1 : skill in planning, making, or executing : dexterity
2 a : an occupation or trade requiring manual dexterity or artistic skill
b plural : articles made by craftspeople
3 : skill in deceiving to gain an end
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.
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.
Trifecta is open to everyone. Please join us.
This weekend’s challenge is community judged.
For the 14 hours following the close of the challenge, voting will be enabled on links.
In order to vote, return to this post where stars will appear next to each link. To vote, simply click the star that corresponds with your favorite post.
You can vote for your top three favorite posts.
Voting is open to everyone.
You have 14 hours to vote. It’s not much time, so be diligent! We’ll send out reminders on Twitter and Facebook.
The winners will be announced in the comments of Friday’s post and will be posted in our typical fashion in the post on the following Monday.
This week’s word is craft.
Trifecta: Trifextra week Ninety-Two.
This weekend the Trifextra challenge:
In The Scorpio Races, author Maggie Stiefvater writes, “It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.” Give us the next thirty-three words of this story, as you imagine it. Take it wherever you like, but make it original and make it 33 words exactly.
Another One Bites The Dust
“Absurd!”,
those words
I’d heard
echoed,
as the jukebox
tune came on.
The music familiar,
lyrics peculiar,
I listened,
while humming along.
Believe, I must,
singing that chorus,
“Another One Bites The Dust”.
Trifecta: Trifextra week Ninety-One.
This weekend the Trifextra challenge is to write 33 words on a beast in an unusual place. No swamps or forests or caves, we really want you to take your beast out of its comfort zone.