Far Beneath
Sunlight strikes the basin and reflections dazzle.
Shining waves are chasing as I slowly paddle.
I pull the oars, myopic, intent upon the beach,
while depths of wondrous mysteries lumber
somewhere
far beneath.
This short poem is my response to this week’s Trifextra challenge, which was to add 30 words to these three: Myopic, Dazzle and Basin.
Let me know what you think in the comments below, and check out the rest of this week’s stories!
Knock, Knock, Knock
You knock, your heart a nervous bird, flapping. A chill wind sighs.
You knock. What sound is that? Claws scrabbling. Whispers.
It’s been years…
You knock, and the door swings wide—to warmth.
This is my short response to this week’s Trifextra challenge – where we were given the freedom to choose our own word to use three times in a 33-word story. If it’s not clear enough, the word I chose was knock.
Let me know what you think and check out some of the other stories over at Trifecta. They’re short, so they won’t take long!
Happy weekend!
AAUGH!
Charlie Brown… What can you say, really? Poor kid sat in that pumpkin patch even after the rain started and turned the place to a bog. Now he’s just a soggy corpse.
“Aaugh!”
My apologies to the estate of Charles Schulz—I really don’t know what came over me. This is my response to this weekend’s Trifextra Challenge (care of the folks over at the Trifecta Writing Challenge).
Please, if you’re just visiting for the first time, go over and read Akhun… I promise I sometimes write good stuff, really I do :-p
Man and Beast
Pietro knelt in the half-light, clutching the rosary to his chest, mumbling his prayers. Faith was the only balm for a soul as ragged and ruined as his. He had been six years at the monastery, and still the wounds had not healed.
“How did you find me?” he asked at last. The girl swept into the room and sat on the edge of his cot.
“How many dwarves do you imagine there are in Florence?” She laughed. “When I couldn’t find you in any of the whorehouses or alehouses, I started searching the churches.”
Pietro sighed. He had finally begun to feel better. He’d finally begun to pass the nights without dreaming of Giovanni’s mangled smile—without waking to find his chamber echoing with his own mad laughter. He turned. Read the rest of this entry »
Through Time
through
time
history
repeats
itself:
war
and
conquest
rise
and
The Tether
I wore a crown
yet bore a tether
made of blood and flesh,
and though I’m grown,
by flesh and blood
we’re tethered nonetheless.
The choir loft
resounds, triumphant.
Untethered, now you rest. Read the rest of this entry »
Slice of Life
I am in
a rut
a rage
recovery
Over-
whelmed
analyzing
joyed
And my
teeth chatter
bones ache
The Bells
The old man stands on the lighted stage, stooped and shaking. Others, mere knobby shadows, wait their turn in the darkness behind him.
The bells ring, and the man’s eyes begin to water.
For this weekend’s Trifextra challenge, the folks over at Trifecta gave us three words: ring, water and stage. The challenge was to add 30 words to these to write a story.
Check out the other stories and, of course, have a great weekend!
Apocalyptic Apoplexy
We walk streets
replete with gargantuan gastropods,
gullies where gaseous argon
drifts like bygone clouds.
Hypoxia thus induced,
we hallucinate colors,
smells—and feelings—now extinct.
This apocalyptic apoplexy
is its own panacea.
Yup: Things just got weird. This alliterative gem (note: sarcasm) is my response to this week’s Trifextra challenge, which was to write 33 words on anything that struck our fancy.
People are sure to be all over the place with this one, so check out all the great responses over at Trifecta.
Happy weekend everyone!
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