Monthly Archives:July 2012

Y A Mystery

July 28th, 2012 / Categories: trifecta, words / 13 Comments »

“What was that? Who’s there?”

The girls clutched at each other in fear. Being there was against the rules and every creak and whisper set their hearts a-flutter.

“You go first . . .”

“No, you . . .”
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The weekend challenge from the eye-strained editors at Trifecta is to write the FIRST 33 words (aka incipit) to our books. I grew up reading Nancy Drew, Cherry Ames, and the Hardy Boys (why, yes, I AM old . . . but the books were older than I). My thoughts went immediately to a Young Adult mystery.

Seasonal Haiku

July 26th, 2012 / Categories: Alaska, haiku, poetry / 2 Comments »

Salmon bright side up
Lemon, garlic, onion, YUM!
Belly up to the plate

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Dusted off an oldie (2006) to share with you all. It’s Friday Haiku with Lou and friends.

Sweet Cheeks

July 25th, 2012 / Categories: Moose Nuggets, trifecta, words / 4 Comments »

What follows is my answer to the Trifecta challenge: to submit a piece of writing, any style, any subject, that is between 333 and 3,333 words. This comes in at just over 1800 words. This is probably R rated – likely not something you would let your kiddos read. With that warning, I give you Sweet Cheeks.

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Laci paid for the taxi, then walked into the noisy bar. Her eyes swept the room and she felt annoyed with how quickly they began to smart and tear in the hazy smokiness.

THWACK! A group of 3 men circled a tall barroom table. They burst into loud laughter while one massaged his shoulder which had a beefy hand clasped upon it. Laci nodded briefly and continued into the room.

A typical small town bar, this place had all the mixed ambience of an ashtray and an outhouse. The walls were painted in a flat, matte black – covered with the tattered remnants of posters nearly as old as her parents.
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I would die for you

July 25th, 2012 / Categories: Hear Me, I wanna go home!, words / 7 Comments »

A thin girl with dreads sat in the corner of the coffee shop strumming a guitar. People nearby drinking coffee, ignore the empty hat on the floor.

The words she sang dug into their souls, try as they might to keep them out.

I would die – I would kill for you

Disturbing images – cast aside in today’s “I can’t be bothered” society.

A woman walks forward, touches the girl’s shoulder, offers her a sandwich and a ten dollar bill.

I give these to you because I believe in you.

The girl accepted the gifts. Her smile lit the room.
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The above is written for Lance and LeeRoy’s 100 wordsong challenge: #1 Crush from Garbage.

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Vespers

July 23rd, 2012 / Categories: Moose Nuggets, Velvet Verbosity, words / 7 Comments »

Brother Michael’s black rosary beads slipped through his fingers; his breviary open to evening devotions. Yet Michael’s thoughts wandered.

This epicurean life at the monastery was what he’d wanted when he was younger. He thought God would bless his gift to Him, the things he had given up for Him.

But tonight his soul was in conflict. He had tossed and turned last night in his austere cell. Dreams grabbed at him and taunted him with their realness. He awoke tasting forbidden nectars.

Brother Francis promised fish again tonight. Michael felt he might sell his soul for a porterhouse steak.
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VV has challenged us again . . . this week her chosen word is EPICUREAN. Really? EPICUREAN??? Think minimalist. Think frugality. Think giving up the “precious.” Yeah, that is where my head went. And, then I got carnal. What would a man miss the most? Women? Maybe. Cigarettes? Perhaps. STEAK??? Oh, if he was a midwestern boy, why yes ma’am, he would miss that steak. Yum.

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