Eventually Avery understood why he never invited to play at the home of his friend Johnny. It was a simple reason that has been a part out the deep south since men first settled there. For Avery, not allowing his best friend to know that he knew the reason was the color of his skin was tougher on him than the reality of not being allowed there in the first place.
This fiction was written for . Trifextra: Week Seventy-one
On to the prompt. This weekend we’re revisiting an early Trifextra, our
second ever. The challenge is to write a complete story in only three sentences.
If my words could soar
to the millions before me.
Words written for you.
Listen my dear city.
I have a voice.
For you to read.
From my heart.
This fiction was written for . Trifextra: Week Seventy
For this weekend’s prompt we’re asking for exactly 33 words inspired by the above picture.
I kind of omitted couple. My eyes just couldn’t escape the view before them. And if only they could hear my words and just one was moved. If I could only sit there…I am sure the words would just pour onto the paper.
The moment is vivid in my mind. Still painful in my heart. Yes I did it! Out of anger. Spite. And I’ll carry that burden with me forever and beyond. Forgive me Dad.
This fiction was written for . Trifextra: Week Sixty-nine
This weekend we are asking for a thirty-three word confession. You’re free to write non-fiction or fiction or to blur the lines in between. We just encourage you to get creative and give us your best.
Faster than father’s whipping. More powerful than a bottle of alcohol. Able to overcome poor judgement. Look! Into your brain. No abuse. No suffering. Only peace. It’s YOUR Mind! Free of the past!
This fiction was written for . Trifextra: Week Sixty-six
This weekend we’re having some fun with the prompt, some super-powered fun, that is. We’re asking you to write the origin story to the superhero of your choice in exactly 33 words.
One could search a century and not find an answer. His life is one of aimless searching and lost dreams. He hopes the man in charge recognizes something inertly good in his tattered and beaten soul.
This fiction was written for
. Trifextra: Week Sixty-four
This weekend we’re asking for exactly 33 of your own words plus the following three words:
So 33 of yours plus 3 of ours means that everyone will have a 36 word response this time around.
“Time to pay the piper,” he said. “Your choice today. Paddle? Belt?”
“But daddy, I did’t…”
“Shut up and chose! Mama’s not here to protect you.”
“Wish I could chose a new daddy.”
This fiction was written for Trifextra: Week sixty-one.
This weekend we’re asking for exactly 33 words including an idiom somewhere within.
Fiction, Trifecta, Trifextra, Writing
ACoA, alcoholic parent, discipline, drinking, punishment, spanking, whipping, writing
Mar · 30
Photo credit: Bérenger ZYLA / Foter.com / CC BY-NC-ND
Women and children silhouetted
in the smoky haze before me.
in the black marble ground.
I stand before them
breathless and free of pain.
Ready to enter Heaven’s gateway.
This was written for
Trifextra: Week Fifty-Nine.
This weekend we’re asking for exactly 33 words inspired by the following photo.