Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Thursday, February 21, 2013


The kids are going to Gramma's for the whole afternoon. The silence will be as loud as their play is now, so I let them run and squabble and shriek.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Bored: An Ephinany

“I’m bored”
She looked around the room. Okay, she thought, that’s plausible. One would only have to get tired of 24 plush Disney characters, play every bored game known to man, ruin the hair of 17 fashion dolls and 10 actual barbies, exhaust every possible building construction for a collection of approximately 500,000 Legos... She was beginning to hate Santa Clause.
“I’m BORED!”
She thought of dinner not made, and the fact that she had probably 2 hours worth of dishes to do before she could start. She thought of bed clothes not changed in a quarter of a year, and the quarter inch of dust on the cluttered mantel. She thought of the movie she’d wanted to see two years ago, that she hasn’t even seen via netflix because the children won’t let her watch anything unanimated.
“Oh. Right. Bored.”
They looked at her, expectation rolling off of them in high crested waves, threatening to drown her.
“Well, why don’t you start in the kitchen?” 

Written for Trifecta

EXHAUST (transitive verb)
1a : to consume entirely : use up <exhausted our funds in a week>
  b : to tire extremely or completely <exhausted by overwork>
  c : to deprive of a valuable quality or constituent <exhaust a photographic developer>
2a : to draw off or let out completely
  b : to empty by drawing off the contents; specifically : to create a vacuum in
3a : to consider or discuss (a subject) thoroughly or completely  
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.

This week's word is: exhaust.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

I’d have t’sell sissy to find enough money.
I want mittens to poop ice cream. Then we’d use sprinkles in the litter box. Guess we’ll both be disappointed. 

Written for Trifecta:

For this weekend's challenge we're asking you to include some hyperbole in your piece.  It doesn't have to be the whole piece, but it needs to be in there, and we're looking for 33 words, as usual.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

This weekend Trifecta was tougher than I expected. I narrowed it down to 3 quotes, and asked 3 different people to pick one. Guess what happened. I'm going for this quote from Watership Down by Richard Adams because I think it gives the biggest punch at the end:

"I am sorry for you with all my heart. You cannot blame us, for you came to kill us if you could."
"Blame you?" answered Vervain. "Blame you for what?"
"For your death."

If I can be allowed, my second choice came from Till We Have Faces by C.S.Lewis. I just really relate to the feeling:

"But when the craving went, nearly all that I called myself went with it... as if my whole soul had been one tooth and now that tooth was drawn. I was a gap."

Thanks all!

Hope to be writing more consistently again soon.  Maybe I'll make it a Lentin discipline.

This weekend we are venturing into uncharted territories once again.  This Trifextra isn't so much a writing challenge; it's more of a reading challenge.  We want you to scour through your favorite pieces of literature and give us the best 33 words you can find. 

Friday, December 14, 2012

Dear Santa,

Maybe it’s a stretch, given the incident with fluffy, 
And when I said your lap is comfortable, I meant to compliment, 
not that you’re, like, a big fatty,

Never Mind.

For many of us, the holiday season is in full force.  Which can be amazing, overwhelming, exhausting and even depressing.  I re-discovered the magic by recalling my favorite holiday movie, Elf.  The wacky humor and the irrepressible optimist, Buddy the elf, can melt the cold, black heart of the Grinchiest of us.  And make us laugh until we turn the snow yellow.

This weekend we're asking you to write 33 words that will make us laugh or smile.  Even a chuckle will do.  We look forward to the communal spirit lifting.  Good luck!

Thursday, December 13, 2012



“Ho, dear, stop fidgeting. You’re making me nervous. I’ve been making this trip for well over a thousand years now. It will go as smooth as skates on ice. I promise.”

“I know, dear. I just don’t want.. It’s getting late, is all.”

“Just one last kiss. I’ll check in at Florida and let you know how I’m getting on.”

“Okay, but if I don’t answer the phone... I might be sleeping, you know.”

“As if you could sleep with me gone all night. I know how you worry. Well, I’m off. Merry Christmas, dear.”

“Merry Christmas.”
At last. He’s gone. My one night off a year. I hope my little red dress still fits.

There is anticipation in the air around these parts.  Anticipation of semesters ending, of reunions with distant loved ones, of sleigh bells on rooftops.  We hope you are all reveling in it instead of being consumed by it.  And we hope you revel in the weekly prompt.  Good luck!

a : a prior action that takes into account or forestalls a later action
b : the act of looking forward; especially : pleasurable expectation
: the use of money before it is available