My Words Soar

If my words could soar

to the millions before me.

Words written for you.

From me.

Listen my dear city.

I have a voice.

On paper.

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.

Tattered

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:
  • charge
  • century
  • lost
So 33 of yours plus 3 of ours means that everyone will have a 36 word response this time around.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sounds Within Silence

The projectiles scream in flight,
ripping flesh howls in pain.
The grunting floor absorbs the fallen.
Silence yells as life ceases.
Blood spitting onto white carpet.
Four walls cry at the view below.

This was difficult for me.  Not sure if I got the essance of personifaction.

This was written for Trifextra: Week Fifty-two

We want you to give us a 33-word example of personification.  Wait.  What?  You forget what that is?  It’s the practice of attaching human traits and characteristics with inanimate objects, pheomena and animals. (http://literary-devices.com).

Spending time with Aldrin and Armstrong

It was a clear southern sky that day in late July 1969.  I was barely five years old.  Now, forty something years later,  I would remember this as the most memorable time with my father.

He woke me up late that evening.  I was confused.  What he was doing?

“Get your slippers on son,” my father said.

But why dad,? Where are we going?”

“Just put your slippers on, I want you to see something.”

Together we drove to a remote spot in the country.  It was a beautiful evening.

“Look at all the stars daddy,” I said. “And the moon is so big!”

It was the first time I remember looking at the stars.  I suppose that is normal for a five-year old.  My father and I walked amongst the sugar cane to a spot along a ditch.  We laid down side by side looking into the spotted expanse of darkness.

“Look at the moon, that’s why we came here” he said.  “Do you know that at this very moment there are two men there Victor.”

“Huh.  What do you mean daddy?”

“There are two men on the moon, two Americans.  Be proud son.  We beat the Soviets there.”

“Are we going to go to the moon too daddy?”

“No son,” he replied laughing.  “It is not America’s intention to inhabit the moon.  Just to visit.'”

“Wow!  Maybe I could go one day daddy.”

“Maybe so son.”

We were there for what seemed like hours.  Just staring at the sky.   He pointed out constellations, many I really couldn’t visualize.  He told me he believed that there were other creatures in space.  He explained that the sky never ends.  We talked about his childhood.  His mom. He shared his memories.  I just listened.   It was the only time I remember that he truely talked.  It was the greatest moment I spent with him in his brief time on earth.  We spent an evening together.  Father and son.  Along with Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin.

This writing is FICTION.

This was written for the Trifecta Week Fifty-Nine.

INTENTION (noun)
1: a determination to act in a certain way : resolve 2: import, significance 3a : what one intends to do or bring about   b : the object for which a prayer, mass, or pious act is offered

Please 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.
  • Trifecta is open to everyone!!  Please join us.