Monday, July 8, 2013

For Norah

I've been away for a while, but I'm excited to get back to writing!  This week's entry is 175 words.

Trifecta:  Week Eighty-Five

We turn now to our weekly one-word prompt.  This week we are asking for a 33- to 333-word response using the word:

FLY (intransitive verb)
1a : to move in or pass through the air with wings
  b : to move through the air or before the wind or through outer space
  c : to float, wave, or soar in the air
2a : to take flight : flee
  b : to fade and disappear : vanish
3a : to move, pass, or spread quickly   

Please note that the above examples of the third definition use various tenses of the verb.  For Trifecta, remember, you must not change the tense.  We need fly, not flying or flew.  
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The days fly by.  From a baby in frilly pink dresses to wild-haired daredevil:  fearless, careless, brave and adventurous.  A fashion pioneer, you pair sneakers and fancy dresses for playing in the mud.  Velvet in June is no longer a fashion “don't”.  Seven, going on thirty; ready to take on the world.  “I'm all grown up now!” you declare, hands on hips, pointy chin arched defiantly.  You are brilliant.  Way too smart for my good.  You challenge everything I say.

You still enjoy a good snuggle, and you can't cut your own meat yet.  You need reminded to brush your teeth and hair.  There are flashes of the baby I remember, but they quickly disappear when you wow me with how well you read or spell a big word.  You can be manipulative and deceptive at the same time you're being tender and sweet.  You’re a hybrid of innocent little girl and worldly young woman.  You scare the hell out of me.

The days, they certainly do fly by.  And all I did was blink.



Friday, May 10, 2013

In the Barnyard


Trifextra:  Week Sixty-Seven


On to the weekend challenge.  This weekend we want you to give us 33 words (exactly) that include among them at least one example of onomatopoeia.  When looking for a good page to link to in order to help describe the device, we stumbled upon our very own Apoplectic Apostrophes' post on literary devices.  Check it out if you need help remembering how onomatopoeia work.





Cows mooing loudly.

Tails thump, lazily swatting flies.

The bull snorts, spoiling for a fight.

The crunch of hay.

The telltale squish as I forget to watch where I’m walking.



Ahhh, farm life.

"Do you taste like chicken?"

Photo credit:  Me.

Thursday, May 9, 2013

In the Blood


This week's word is blood:

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c : relationship by descent from a common ancestor : kinship
d : persons related through common descent : kindred
(1) : honorable or high birth or descent 
(2) : descent from parents of recognized breed or pedigree

(Squeaking in just under the wire.  304 words.)




Suzanne sat at the defendants’ table, listening as the prosecutor tried his best to paint a picture of her as nothing more than a common thief.  She mentally rolled her eyes as he used words like “greedy”, “selfish”, and “money-hungry”.  She stifled a laugh as he attempted to convince the jurors that she lived a lifestyle of excess; spending well beyond her means and using company funds to do so.  She knew the truth, and Lord willing, after her attorney was done, the jurors would, too.

She was a fighter.  It was in her blood.

Her parents marched for civil rights with Dr. King.  Her grandfather was a spy in World War II.  Her great-great-grandparents brought slaves to freedom on the underground railroad during the Civil War.  She was just fulfilling her duty in a more modern way:  taking money from rich corporations and using it to buy the freedom of the children upon whose backs (and by whose hands) her greedy employers had earned it.  The truth would come out and she would be vindicated.

The banging of the gavel brought Suzanne back to reality.  Her head popped up as the judge yelled, “Counsel!  In my chambers NOW!”  She looked at Nathan.  “What’s going on?”

Nathan glared at her.  “ Weren't you paying attention at all?  This is not good.”

“What’s not good?” she asked.

Nathan sighed.  “You are really something, aren't you?  Apparently, the prosecution has dug up a witness that is going to testify that you confided to him that you were planning to run away to Qatar and live on the money you stole.  He even had a plane ticket in your name.  What the hell is going on?”

Suzanne shook her head in an attempt to clear her thoughts.  She knew exactly what was going on.

She was being framed. 

Friday, April 19, 2013

Robyn Hood


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.

Three extra words this week?  Huzzah!






“ You've lost your damn mind.  They’re calling this ‘the crime of the century’!”

Suzanne shrugged.  “I don’t care.  Let them charge me.  I helped those kids and I have no regrets.  I wouldn't change a thing.”

Monday, April 15, 2013

Great expectations


color (noun)
1a : a phenomenon of light (as red, brown, pink, or gray) or visual perception that enables one to differentiate otherwise identical objects
  b (1) : the aspect of the appearance of objects and light sources that may be described in terms of hue, lightness, and saturation for objects and hue, brightness, and saturation for light sources
     (2) : a color other than and as contrasted with black, white, or gray
2a : an outward often deceptive show : appearance
  b : a legal claim to or appearance of a right, authority, or office
  c : a pretense offered as justification : pretext
  d : an appearance of authenticity : plausibility
3: complexion tint:





I don’t think my feet touched the floor that entire day.  I know I didn't actually levitate, but it would have taken a lot to convince me that I was actually earthbound, because I felt like I was floating.  There was a smile plastered on my face you couldn't have scraped off with a hammer and a chisel.  It felt like my insides were going to just burst through my abdomen from the excitement and anticipation.

I knew I had to do something special for him, so I drove to the store and bought all of the ingredients for his favorite meal.  Cooking would keep me busy; cooking would keep me focused and stop me from bouncing around the house like a rubber ball on speed.  He’d be home at 5:30.  I just had to hold on until then.

Hours felt like aeons as I chopped and sauteed and boiled and baked.  It was a veritable feast, and a total departure from my cooking habits of late.  Surely, a meal like this would give my secret away before I was ready.  But it was too late to stop now.  I knew he would be thrilled to see a cheesecake chilling in the refrigerator.  And the smell of chicken wafting through the house was divine; it would grab him the moment he walked through the door.

Finally, I heard the front door open.  He came into the kitchen, and I turned to greet him.  I probably looked like a madwoman--hair wild and curly from the steam, face flushed, color in my cheeks from the heat and my excitement, a Mona Lisa smile on my face and tears in my eyes.

Before I ever said a word, he knew.  “Yes?” he asked.  “Yes,” I whispered, tears now rolling freely down my cheeks.  

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Crossing fingers


Trifextra:  Week Sixty-three

This weekend we're asking for exactly 33 of your own words inspired by the following quote from the book you could win in the WBN giveaway. Good luck!
“It's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.” ― Paulo CoelhoAlchemist






Anxiety overflowing.
Fingers drum nervously.
Good news or bad news?

Afraid to hope.
Desperate to dream,
To plan, to believe.

Enter the doctor.
The future begins to clear.
Finally the words…

 “Cancer free”.


Saturday, April 6, 2013

For Sam

Trifextra:  Week 62:  We want you to give us thirty-three words of advice.  Your advice can be to anyone or about anything.  We only ask that you make it uniquely yours.  




Love your differences; embrace that which sets you apart from the rest.  Stay true to yourself and don't ever give up the things you love because they’re not “cool”.

Love yourself.  Be awesome.




This is for my nine-year old son, Sam.  Sam was diagnosed with ADHD when he was in kindergarten and the past five years have been challenging, not just for him, but for his teachers, my husband and me.  I know he's the "weird" kid in his class, but what sets him apart is also what makes him amazing.  He is brilliant (No, seriously, he tested at the "brilliant" level.  Okay, I made that up, but he tests very high--in third grade he tested at an eleventh grade reading level.) and creative and imaginative and while his energy can make him absolutely exhausting to deal with, I wouldn't change anything about him.  He writes stories that are smart and funny and intriguing, each illustrated with beautifully detailed drawings.  Sam is going to do incredible things someday.  We just need to get him through the oh-so-fun school years first.  Once he gets through the torturous years of school where anything that makes you different also makes you a pariah, he is going to blossom into something so spectacular the world won't know what hit it.


/end mushy mommy moment.


Someone please pass me a tissue.  My uh, allergies, are acting up.  *sniffle*