An Epic Battle

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September hosts an epic annual battle; Summer, Autumn and Winter launch their best soldiers, Summer presses down with heat, Autumn with a volley of color and Winter throwing daggers of ice and snow.

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Trifecta’s weekend Trifextra challenge put forth the prompt to put forth 33 words about a famous trio. This week we’ve been witness to the above battle and so far, it’s a tie.

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Trifextra Week eighty-seven

Glazed

Glazed

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Unleashed

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At a reading Neil Gaiman was asked to describe his writing process in three words. His response was “Glare. Drink tea.

This weekend, Trifecta asks us to sum up our own process with just three little words.

I’m giving you my three words and a great song sung by Jim Croce about how dang good it feels to be free, rolling down the highway with the top down. Yeah, that’s what it feels like when I hit publish.

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Where I Am

Conscience brings my writing to a fork in the road. Personal values push to the front. Do beliefs trump creative suggestion? Or does a virtuous writer write in spite of the moral dilemma?

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Trifecta has given us free reign to write what we want. “this weekend we are asking for a thirty-three word free-write.  Any topic, any style–just give us your best thirty three.”

Writers block, embracing values and asking myself  “Are you who you wanna be?”

Trifextra: Week 75

Trifextra: Week 75

Blue Sky Invasion

Photo credit: Bérenger ZYLA / Foter.com / CC BY-NC-ND

Rainbows vanish as showers pass.

On slabs of sun fired heat,

ghosts of seasons dissipate,

vanishing in mist.

Pale fingers reach upward

for breezes to cast them aside

for a blue sky invasion.

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Photo credit: Bérenger ZYLA / Foter.com / CC BY-NC-ND

Trifextra: Week fifty-nine challenge is a photo for inspiration. A little creative writing in 33 words.

Any talk of rainbows requires the most amazing version of Over the Rainbow sung by Eva Cassidy. A singer who passed far too soon. Her contribution to music is truly a gift. If you haven’t listened to her music. You should. Go. Listen. Now.

Photo credit: Bérenger ZYLA / Foter.com / CC BY-NC-ND

Despair

 

 

 

Hope shone on Stella’s birth.

Sacred Tree, whose arthritic roots gnarled in waves, concealed malignant intentions. Illuminated dreams vanquished when fingers beckoned, seized her.

Now despair’s cloud overcasts hope. Messages left plead deliverance.

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Post thanks to Triextra Week Thirty-Six challenge which is to use analogy, metaphor and/or simile to describe a pictures.

This challenge is community judged, so  your vote for me is appreciated!

Trifecta/Trifextra Week 36

Absconded

Previous installment of Vivid Black – The Trouble in No Answer

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The Trouble in No Answers went like this:

Henry Waters paced as he thumped his fist on his forehead. What happened? Everything was jumbled in his head. Sarah Jane wasn’t suppose to be there. Her dad warned his daughter to stay away from the Zombie Gauntlet and she promised. Waters spied Max behind the yellow tape, hands in pockets chewing on his lip, fighting shock.

Through clenched teeth he hissed, “Max, why was Sarah Jane here? Ray was under the impression she would stay away until these murders are resolved.”

Max’s face etched with fear and sadness answered, “Man, you know how that girl is, er, was. Thinks she’s knows, knew, everything she needed to know.”

Henry scrubbed his face trying to find questions to ask to get him out of the trouble he’d found. The Chief was on the way. He knew the trouble Sarah Jane found was now his trouble. His investigation had no leads; just bodies and every fifth Friday another innocent, surrounded in crimson.

A bright winter morning eight months ago, a body was found. Henry took the call with his partner Jerrod McEwin and CSU. Demarion Jones was viciously stabbed to death the night before. Deep bites covered his body. The investigation began and Henry was confident he would hang on to his record as best closer on the squad. Confidence waned into ambiguity as a pattern emerged with the third body. All the murders happened on a fifth Friday during one of those Zombie Challenges.

“Max! Sit on the curb and wait for me. We’ll finish this at the station.” He growled the order and pointed a finger to emphasize his words.

Blue and red wigwagged, capturing eyes while the siren’s shriek pierced hearing. Henry swiveled around as the white Tahoe rocked to a halt and Chief of Detectives, Ray Jacoby bound out of the truck.

He scanned the faces behind the tape, found Waters and stalked through. His happiness eaten away by grief and anger he grabbed Henry and snarled,

“Where’s my daughter!?”

After Henry shook his boss off, Max saw him shocked,  off balance as he searched for focus. Knowing the distractions, he decided to abscond custody, slid slowly into the crowd, and went home.

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Trifecta’s  Trifextra Week Thirty-five challenge gave us the challenge to add another 33 words to a previous Trifecta or Trifextra post. I decided to fill in a blank between a posts that didn’t segue well into the next. It was awkward. These thirty-three words after the Trifecta prompted post “The Trouble in No Answers” clears up how Max got home in Revolution.  The large italic text is my extra 33. Here’s the challenge:

This week we’re again asking you to stand on the shoulders of another writer.  But this time that other writer is you.  Take one of your former Trifecta or Trifextra 33 word entries and build upon it with another 33 words.

Hungry Like a Wolf

Previous installment of Vivid Black – Lives Collide (entire series HERE)

https://debbiesdays.wordpress.com/2012/08/24/lives-collide/

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Henry studied Zombie Murder files while he mindlessly wolfed down a tray of sliders. The stress was making him pig out.  If he didn’t get it controlled, it was going to kill him.

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Duran Duran’s “Hungry Like the Wolf” works from several angles. Henry is hunting the killer and the title fits what he’s doing while he works the case. Gotta love the 80’s right?

A quick little snippet of Vivid Black thanks to the Trifextra prompt at Trifecta. Here’s what they gave us to work with.

This weekend we want you to write a 33-word response using the name of an animal as a verb.