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The Crash

The Crash

I sit quietly reading in the shady area deep in the back yard. I vaguely hear a loud crash of metal on metal, but continue reading. I am more interested in my book than all the noise and yelling coming from the front yard.

I become aware someone has come around to the back yard. I realize it is Mrs. King from next door. I can barely recognize her with the tears running down her face.

She runs to me and grabs me in a hug and cries out, “Oh you poor orphan! You must come with me now.”

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This is the first story I have written in almost a year and a half. I have not felt up to writing. No creativity, depressed, didn’t want to do anything. I don’t think it is my best work, but it is a start and I hope to continue on again like I did before.  It is so hard when you stop the momentum.

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2013 in review

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A Tribute to Mom

Janet Dean 02/08/1934 to 10/05/2013

May she rest in peace!

 

My mom was always a caring woman. She would spend hours talking to anyone who needed to talk whether they wanted advice or just someone to listen. She was loved by everyone she met. She gave and received respect.

We kids were the envy of the town. My mom was a stay-at-home mom who cooked and baked from scratch. All of our friends came over to have her home-baked cookies and cakes.

My mom had Parkinson’s Disease for about 40 years. She started losing her ability to do things and eventually she could not walk and was in a chair, but she still did what she could to help anyone who needed it right up to the end.

She lived a rough life and I admire her for handling it so well.

 

We love you and miss you mom!

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To those using Blogger (BlogSpot)

I am unable to respond with a remark to most of these blogs for some reason. I couldn’t even post this to Trifecta’s comment section. So sorry. There were lots of blogs I liked, but couldn’t respond.

 

Tessa

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The Pain of Bullying!

“No!” cried the bullied child. He pulled out a gun and shot out into the crowd killing several children. Another sad ending to a sad situation.

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Trifextra: Week Seventy-One

On to the prompt.  This weekend we’re revisiting an early Trifextra, our second ever.  The challenge is to write a complete story in only three sentences.  Good luck!

Tessa

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Compound Modifiers

Susie’s well-deserved vacation starts next week. Her plans are falling apart.

Her companion can’t go and her company canceled her plans. The only way she’s going on this vacation is to quit…Tempting!

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       Trifextra: Week Sixty-Five

This weekend we are bringing you back to class with a little refresher course on compound modifiers.  We are talking about two words that combine together to describe something.  Such as a well-rounded individual or a one-way street or a lightly-oiled pan.  Here’s a fun Trifextra trick: conventionally, if the compound modifier comes BEFORE the word it modifies, it requires a hyphen and counts as one word.  If it comes AFTER the noun, it doesn’t need a hyphen and counts as two.

For example:

The well-read woman had an extensive vocabulary. (7 words)
The woman was well read and had an extensive vocabulary. (10 words)

Your challenge this weekend is to give us 33 words about anything you want.  Your piece must include at least one hyphenated compound modifier.  Remember that the hyphen will join your two words together to create one, so you will have a bit more wiggle room with your word count and language.  You are free to use more than one hyphenated modifier in your post, but we ask that you be careful not to sacrifice readability in the process.

(Note: it’s incredibly likely that all of our various word counters will deal with hyphenated words differently.  Because it’s only 33 words, we’ll count using our eyeballs instead of our machines, counting each hyphenated modifier as one word.  We encourage you to do so as well.)

Have fun!

Tessa

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Fire, My Worst Nightmare (Non-fiction)

Untitled © Vanessa Paxton via Flickr

Untitled © Vanessa Paxton via Flickr

I am terrified of fire, so bad, that as a child I was forbidden to watch the news or any shows, or movies, that might contain fire (obviously “Towering Inferno” was a no-no). It was and still is, a terrible phobia. Nightmares, panic etc. As an adult I have learned to live with it, and as long as it doesn’t involve me, the old fears do not return.

I was newly married and working in a restaurant. Someone came tearing through the building into the kitchen where I was looking for the fire alarm. Then came the smell of smoke. I panicked along with everyone else. We couldn’t go back and the kitchen and dining room were locked. Finally someone calmed down and threw a chair at the large dining room windows and we got out hacking and coughing.

We had to run beside the building (only a small path) with windows exploding and fire and glass raining down on us. I was petrified, but ran with the others.

We finally came out to the front of the building and just stared at the fire as it reached further and further. Real life fire to bring out my fears. I was choking on the smoke and now I understand how people die from smoke inhalation.

We all got out, thank God! No one got hurt except for the smoke inhalation.

I went through grueling interrogation along with everyone else. Hard to forget it when constantly reminded. I had horrible nightmares.

That fire was not a mistake. A disgruntled employee set that fire on purpose. That fire was set in a small office right near the restrooms that I had just come out of. That close, way too close.

I still panic whenever there is a fire drill or when the alarm goes off unexpectedly. Most new jobs would have a fire drill not long after my arrival and several of my work places had had fires and over the years have burnt down. They seem drawn to me.

I had one job that told us that no matter what we couldn’t leave until the evacuate siren sounded. We had work to do before we could leave. I told them I would not be staying if I saw one lick of fire. I can’t imagine many would stay and shut down machines if there was a real fire. I knew it wouldn’t be me.

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girl and fire

For those who are new here, Write at the Merge is a writing prompt for creative writers. 

We offer two items for a prompt response. You can use either, or both, to inspire your response. Fiction, creative non-fiction, and poetry are welcome, and there’s a 500 word limit for responses. Pieces that are part of a serial are fine, but for our linkers who aren’t regular readers, make sure they work as standalone scenes.

The prompt closes Thursday night at 11:59pm Pacific. If you display these images on your blogs, please credit/backlink appropriately.

Tessa

 

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Ouija

Ouija

My sister, Myra, is always getting me in some kind of trouble with my friends. Today she promised all of us she would use the Ouija board to give us “readings from beyond.”

How bad could that be? Sounded like fun to me.

We gathered at the arranged time, Myra, my 3 friends and I. The board was already set up. Myra sat there, the queen of drama.

Myra instructed us to put out hands lightly and touch the planchette. No pushing allowed. She would be the guide.

She went into some kind of ecstasy, a trance of sorts, and the planchette began to move. “I know what you did,” it spelled out. An intake of breath from all of us including Myra.

“You will be punished,” came next from the planchette.

We didn’t wait any longer and pushed away from the table and ran screaming.

No one heard Myra laughing and then gasp.

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          Trifecta: Week Seventy-Four

ECSTASY (noun)

3: tranceespecially : a mystic or prophetic trance

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. 

  • If your post doesn’t meet our requirements, please leave your link in the comments section, not in the linkz. 

  • Trifecta is open to everyone. Please join us. 

Tessa

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Revenge of the Bumble Bee – Non-Fiction

Copyright by Janet Webb

Copyright by Janet Webb

Revenge of the Bumble Bee

I had my hands full of dishes from the counter when a bumble bee flew up under my uniform dress. I immediately dropped the dishes on the counter and began swatting at my dress trying to get it out.

Brenda yelled, “stop, you’ll make it sting you!” I actually knew this! Too smart for my own good at times.

Too late, I made contact with the bee. I ended up with several stings for my trouble. Although not allergic to one sting from a bee, more than one made me sick and the leg swelled up to almost an inch and was about six inches wide.

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friday-fictioneers-logo      Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

I got stung last year and it started to swell, but that was all. So one is ok, more than one, not ok! :-)

Tessa

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The Sword Fight

The Sword Fight

They all waited with bated breath, their swords at the ready, for the command, “Charge!

Charge! Now!”

They all rushed into the war of the century.

Everyone lost as their swords of cardboard bent on contact.

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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.
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I have missed you my fine friends, but I just wasn’t in a writing place. I am not exactly now, but I felt a small inkling of my muse and took advantage of it.

Tessa

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The Path

The Path

She never chose the easy life  path.
She had to cut, hack out her swath.

She searched for her method of attack,
But knew she had to find a working tack.

There were days she got ahead,
But most were days she learned to dread.

Over and over she did the same things.
Hoping for success or that she would grow wings.

Wings would take her here and there.
She wouldn’t have to cut through anywhere.

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Trifecta: Week Sixty-Three

This week’s word is:

PATH
1: a trodden way
2: a track specially constructed for a particular use
3a : course, route
b : a way of life, conduct, or thought

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.

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Twins

Copyright-Claire Fuller

Copyright-Claire Fuller

 

Twins

I rubbed the piece of plaster, laid out the tools and headed to bed for an early start on my project.

The next morning I opened the door and stared. My block of plaster had two heads carved on it. On the side was a heart. I started to cry and Nicky said, “Don’t cry Cassie I made the two of us so we will never be separated.”

“Oh, Nicky.” Nicky is my twin, but he was damaged during birth and in his mind he thinks he can keep us together by making a double bust of us.

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THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)

THE KEY:

Make every word count.

THE RULES:

  • Copy your URL to the Linkz collection. You’ll find the tab following the photo prompt. It’s the little white box to the left with the blue froggy guy. Click on it and follow directions. This is the best way to get the most reads and comments.
  • MAKE SURE YOUR LINK  IS SPECIFIC TO YOUR FLASH FICTION. (Should you find that you’ve made an error you can delete by clicking the little red ‘x’ that should appear under your icon. Then re-enter your URL. (If there’s no red x email me at Runtshell@aol.com. I can delete the wrong link for you).Thanks to Blogspot bloggers for disabling their  CAPTCHAs.  
  • Make note in your blog if you’d prefer not to have constructive criticism. 

The prompt this week comes twice from Claire Fuller; both photo and artwork.

Tessa

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The Snatch

The Snatch

“Hey kid, ya seen my puppy around here?

“No mister, you seen mine around here?

“Well kid no I haven’t. What does he look like?

“Well turn around and look behind you!”

“Grrrroooowwwwlllllll”

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   For the weekend prompt we’re asking for exactly 33 words of dialogue.

 

Hope my adding the growl of the dog to my prompt counts as dialogue LOL!

Tessa

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The Decision

Copyright-Renee Homan Heath

Copyright-Renee Homan Heath

 

The Decision

Warm, balmy breezes blow over my face as I sit there on the sand and stare at the ocean looking for the answer and the strength to make that decision.

He will be here soon. If I am sitting with my back to the boardwalk, he is just to walk away. I don’t want a goodbye scene.

Do I love him? Enough? Enough to give up everything here I have ever known?

I hear him call my name softly, I pause briefly, and just as he is turning away to leave I sprint across the beach and into his arms.

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Friday Fictioneer's

THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)

THE KEY:

Make every word count.

THE RULES:

  • Copy your URL to the Linkz collection. You’ll find the tab following the photo prompt. It’s the little white box to the left with the blue froggy guy. Click on it and follow directions. This is the best way to get the most reads and comments.
  • MAKE SURE YOUR LINK  IS SPECIFIC TO YOUR FLASH FICTION. (Should you find that you’ve made an error you can delete by clicking the little red ‘x’ that should appear under your icon. Then re-enter your URL. (If there’s no red x email me at Runtshell@aol.com. I can delete the wrong link for you).Thanks to Blogspot bloggers for disabling their  CAPTCHAs.  
  • Make note in your blog if you’d prefer not to have constructive criticism.
  • THIS PAGE  IS “FRIDAY FICTIONEERS CENTRAL” AND IS NOT  THE PLACE TO PROMOTE POLITICAL OR RELIGIOUS VIEWS.  

YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOUR STORY AND POLICING  COMMENTS. YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO DELETE  THE ONES YOU CONSIDER OFFENSIVE.  

  PLEASE EXERCISE DISCRETION  WHEN COMMENTING ON A STORY! BE RESPECTFUL.

SHOULD SOMEONE HAVE SEVERE OR HOSTILE DIFFERENCES OF OPINION WITH ANOTHER PERSON IT’S MY HOPE THAT THE INVOLVED PARTIES WOULD TAKE IT TO EMAIL OR ANOTHER METHOD OF PRIVATE MESSAGING.

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Tessa

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Shut up Puleeze!

Shut up Puleeze!

The noise is tremendous. Hard to imagine 3 little kids can make this much noise. I yell at them to be quiet, but they don’t listen. I yell shut up and receive no more response than before.

I long for the soundless evenings when their father is here and all it takes is a look and they all shut up promptly.

Daddy’s home!” I yell into the din.

All 3 kids immediately shut up and run to the door. It opens and they hug him.

Have you been good girls for mommy?”

Yes, daddy, just like everyday.”

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100 Word Challenge

Velvet Verbosity gave us the word: soundless

Tessa

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You can’t go back! (Partly non-fiction)

You can’t go back!

The twins sleep restlessly in the backseat of the car while traffic, still heavy at this hour of the morning, streams around them. This was their vacation and they’d decided to take the kids back to where they grew up and show them where they used to live.

Finding the highway that led to the small town they were looking for was easy enough, but nothing looked the same. It had been around 8 years or so since they traveled this route and back then there was nothing to look at but woods. Now the area had grown and was all businesses.

With a little difficulty they located the road that led to the mobile home park they had lived in. The drive seemed longer than it used to and they began to wonder if they had accidentally picked the wrong road in all the unfamiliar territory.

Eventually they saw the Mobile Home Park up ahead on the left. Joanie slowed down and they both stared mutely at the remains of what had once been their home.

The kids started waking up and wanted to know what was the matter. They had not yet noticed the destruction outside.

Joanie pulls into the road the road that had once housed their trailer. What had used to be a pleasantly laid out park was now a scattered array of destroyed trailers tossed every which way. Some even looked like some giant kid had thrown a fit and tossed some of them away from him and stomped on others.

“Maybe this is the wrong place Joanie. Pull around to the other side of the park.”

Joanie backs out and starts to pass the park and there, still standing, is the A-shaped Rental Office and store still pretty much intact. This was definitely the right park.

What a bitch!

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We actually did go back to a Mobile Home Park we lived in and found it in exactly this amount of destruction. Quite a shock! I set about researching and found that several tornadoes had touched down in that area after we left the state to come back to our home state. The rest is fiction.

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  This week’s word is:

BITCH (noun)

1: the female of the dog or some other carnivorous mammals
2 a : a lewd or immoral woman
b : a malicious, spiteful, or overbearing woman —sometimes used as a generalized term of abuse
3: something that is extremely difficult, objectionable, or unpleasant
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.

Tessa

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The Secret Box

The Secret Box

“What’s the key for?”

“Mommy’s special key. I will show you one day.”

One day never came. Now fresh from mom’s funeral, I head for where she hid her box. The box contained an old-style telephone, crayons, picture of a man and a Menorah.

At the bottom of the box was a letter written in her neat script.

This box contains my childhood Menorah, my father’s picture, the crayons your sister, Barbara slipped on with a little help from your dad and the phone I conked your dad with, just before he “FELL” down the stairs behind her.

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Friday Fictioneer's

THE CHALLENGE From Rochelle:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)

THE KEY:

Make every word count.

THE RULES:

  • Copy your URL to the Linkz collection. You’ll find the tab following the photo prompt. It’s the little white box to the left with the blue froggy guy. Click on it and follow directions. This is the best way to get the most reads and comments.

  • MAKE SURE YOUR LINK  IS SPECIFIC TO YOUR FLASH FICTION.

  • Make note in your blog if you’d prefer not to have constructive criticism.

EXERCISE DISCRETION AT ALL TIMES WHEN COMMENTING ON A STORY! BE RESPECTFUL. THIS IS NOT  THE TIME OR PLACE PLACE TO PROMOTE POLITICAL OR RELIGIOUS VIEWS.  IF YOU HAVE SEVERE OR HOSTILE DIFFERENCES OF OPINION WITH ANOTHER PERSON PLEASE TAKE IT TO EMAIL OR ANOTHER METHOD OF PRIVATE MESSAGING.

Should you find that you’ve made an error you can delete by clicking the little red ‘x’ that should appear under your icon. Then re-enter your URL. (If there’s no red x email me at Runtshell@aol.com. I can delete the wrong link for you).

Thanks to Blogspot bloggers for disabling their  CAPTCHAs. 

The photo this week is mine. It’s a still life of “stuff” that I used as a model for a watercolor which is the book cover of my short story anthology, THIS, THAT AND SOMETIMES THE OTHER that debuted in November 2011. You can find it in the right hand margin of this blog. ;) In any case I’m interested to  see how many stories it will inspire this week. 

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Tessa

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The Favorite Photograph

The Favorite Photograph

Our only child passed away too soon.

Must find the photograph before we crack-up!

I see it clearly in the back of my mind’s eye.

He was on my Pop-pop’s tractor playing grown-up.

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  And now, on to our Trifextra.  We want you to choose one of the pictures and give us a 33-word response to it.  Your responses will be judged by the community this weekend.  If you use the photo on your blog, you must include the attached accreditation (with active links).  

This weekend’s challenge is community-judged.
  • For the 12 hours following the close of the challenge, voting will be enabled on links.
  • In order to vote, return to this post where stars will appear next to each link.  To vote, simply click the star that corresponds with your favorite post.
  • You can vote for your top three favorite posts.
  • Voting is open to everyone.
  • You have 12 hours to vote.  It’s not much time, so be diligent! We’ll send out reminders on Twitter and Facebook.
Good luck!
Tessa
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New Beginnings – Trifextra 50

New Beginnings

New beginnings are hard to follow through on.

I think about them every day.

I often vow that this will be the last one.

I try to keep those negative doubts at bay.

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  This weekend Trifecta is asking for 33 words about a new beginning.

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Whirling Waters, Many Drown

Now that I have your attention, yeah me! I can’t sleep. I take enough sleep medications and tranquilizers to kill an elephant (according to my doctor), yet here I sit wide awake.

I was asleep for about 45 minutes and had a scary dream, hence the crazy title above. Normally I just take more medicine, flip on the tv, curse the powers to be and lie there, but this dream begged for something more.

So out of bed I got, searched for a pad of paper and a pencil and started scribbling what I remembered of the dream and of course, some dramatic effects and other tidbits.

Could I get a book out of this? Maybe a longer short story, or maybe another failed story that never really gets started. This involves research. Lot of research. My favorite thing to do until all these drugs (and the sleep deprivation) messed with my brain and I can’t think very well at times.

I already can’t read part of what I scribbled while first waking and starting to write. I have fixed what I can for now. NOW it is time to climb back in bed and see if the extra elephant tranquilizers will do the trick.

Don’t tell my doctor, she wasn’t happy this morning when I told her I did that. LOL! Thanks to my visits to the psychiatric nurse and the pulmonary doctor I am getting another sleep study and another BiPap machine. Never found a mask to work the first time. Their idea is that I am stopping breathing so long I am totally waking myself up constantly.

I have insurance now so I will make nice with the doctors and nurses for now. I really need sleep.

Where’s Mr. Sandman when you need him?

Tessa

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