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Trifextra: Week Sixty-Five… THE RED BALL

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THE RED BALL

It’s a starlit night as he searches for his red ball.
Suddenly, a bluish-white flash of light reveals its hiding place!
Success!  Now, the question is… will he stop at the tree first?

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My story is inspired by one of the latest paintings by Friday Harbor artist Jaime Ellsworth.  To see more of Jaime’s work, visit her website… Jaime Ellsworth Art

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Here is this week’s Trifextra Challenge instructions… Your challenge this weekend is to give us 33 words about anything you want.  Your piece must include at least one hyphenated compound modifier.   Click the Trike to see other stories…

Trifextra #64: THE TABLE

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THE TABLE

RING ♪♪ RING ♪♪

“Hello?”

“Cheryl, my chance for the table will be lost, you need to bring me some cash right now!”

“For God’s sake, Ethel, join the 21st Century and get a charge card.”

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Here’s This Week’s Instructions… (to submit one your stories or read others, click the Trike)

“This weekend we’re asking for exactly 33 of your own words plus the following three words”:
  • charge
  • century
  • lost

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Would love your thoughts…

Friday Fictioneers: A BOSTON DRABBLE

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 A BOSTON DRABBLE

The steel balls shot through the crowd like a swarm of angry hornets awakened from sleep; in their wake came the nails.  The impact of the blast knocked down runners and sent bystanders through the plate-glass of nearby display windows.  Dazed, confused, amidst blood everywhere, people jumped  to help the fallen, not knowing if another blast was imminent.  Police and fire rushed to help, no care for their own safety, and after twenty-six miles, some runners ran two more miles to a nearby hospital to donate blood.  They are the heroes.

Nearby, the coward stood smirking, satisfied with his handiwork.

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I usually don’t write this sort of thing, and am not one to ‘jump on a bandwagon’, in fact I abhor that sort of thing.  But, when I saw this week’s photo and wondered what I could write about, this is what popped into my head… Why, I don’t know… I think it looks like one of those mortars that shoot many rockets at once, and the rockets are called ‘bombs’… it looks lethal, as do hornets or wasps when they are coming at you.  So I wrote my impression of what I had seen on television and heard on the radio.

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Thanks to The Princess of Punctuation,  Janet Webb, for this week’s Photo Prompt.  Visit Rochelle Wisoff-Fields to read her story and find out how to add  yours.

To read other stories including Janet’s -> -> -> 

Friday Fictioneers: DEVIL OF A LUCK (Revised)

 Please let me know what you think.

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DEVIL OF A LUCK… A Drabble

I have changed my short version.  After good advice from my friends, I decided to learn more about the writing process, and try to make my drabble better.  

The Devil rode into town one day and the sawmill closed.

Amy’s husband, always monitoring his police scanner, heard that Earl “I-drive-better-when-I’m-drunk” Hollister drove from Herb’s Tavern into a tree and now jail.

Destitute, no job, and no money for gas, Ken walked in a blinding snowstorm fifteen miles to the new super plant to claim Earl’s job.

Out on bail, Earl surveyed the damage to himself and his car, declared both fit to go to work. Hard to see, with the rain and spiderweb of a windshield, but he definitely felt the thud as he sped along the road.

 Original short FF version:

The Devil rode into town one day and the sawmill closed.

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Friday Fictioneers: DEVIL OF A LUCK (Revised)

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DEVIL OF A LUCK… A Drabble

I have changed my short version.  After good advice from my friends, I decided to learn more about the writing process, and try to make my drabble better.  

The Devil rode into town one day and the sawmill closed.

Amy’s husband, always monitoring his police scanner, heard that Earl “I-drive-better-when-I’m-drunk” Hollister drove from Herb’s Tavern into a tree and now jail.

Destitute, no job, and no money for gas, Ken walked in a blinding snowstorm fifteen miles to the new super plant to claim Earl’s job.

Out on bail, Earl surveyed the damage to himself and his car, declared both fit to go to work. Hard to see, with the rain and spiderweb of a windshield, but he definitely felt the thud as he sped along the road.

 Original short FF version:

The Devil rode into town one day and the sawmill closed.

Amy’s sister’s husband, always monitoring his police scanner, hears that Earl “I drive better when I’m drunk” Hollister has driven from Herb’s Tavern into jail.

Destitute, no money for gas, Ken is braving the blinding snowstorm fifteen miles to the new super plant to claim Earl’s job.

Earl surveys the damage to himself and his car, and declares both fit. Hard to see, with the rain and spiderweb of a windshield, but he definitely felt the thud as he sped along the road.

Devil of a luck for Ken.

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The second I saw the photo Sandra Crook gave Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (or maybe she swiped it, she does that) to use for the Friday Fictioneers prompt, I knew the first line of my story.  The only problem, as I got going… it got too long,  and ended up 333 words… I didn’t want to change it… perfect for the Trifecta Writing Challenge I thought.  So taking a page from my pal Jennifer at elmowrites I decided to edit my Trifecta story to fit the 100 word limit for Friday Fictioneers (that us purists use), and show both versions.  Find the Fictioneers’ stories here…

Here is my original Trifecta story… 

The Devil rode into town one day and the sawmill closed. All bought up; all the little operations in all the little towns… now left destitute in his wake. And that’s why Ken is braving the Frazer Valley wind, howling down from Alaska and piercing his threadbare coat like the teeth of a wolf doing the howling. An alchemy of chance changed his luck when Amy’s sister’s husband, always monitoring his police scanner, heard that Earl “I drive better when I’m drunk” Hollister had driven his Dodge Charger straight from Herb’s Tavern into rearranging the best seller display inside the Serendipity.

Ken was trudging his way ten miles to the new super plant through rain that was falling sideways and hitting him like a hail of rubber bullets. No money for gas left him on foot, and he was determined to be there when the shift changed, as they would be needing a man to operate the roof truss cutter. Getting any job there required that someone get dead, hurt, or go to jail. Earl had accomplished two out of three, by not buckling up and paying a late night visit to Carol’s bookstore with no intention of reading. Ken intended to have Earl’s job.

Being a former high school football star helped when it came to getting a ‘out of jail free card’. Earl surveyed the damage to himself and his car, and declared both fit to go to work. The Teriyaki Stick and a bottle of ’5-Hour Energy’ from Lucky Market got his juices flowing and he hit the road. It was hard to see, with the rain and spiderweb of a windshield, but he definitely felt the thud as he sped along the road. ‘What’s one more dent,’ he thought, ‘it’s going in the shop anyway’.

Flung into the bushes by the impact, Ken wondered at his supposed good luck. ‘Only one orange car like that around, guess I won’t be getting Earl’s job after all’.  The Devil brought hypothermia.

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Constructive Criticism always welcome…

Trifecta Writing Challenge #72: DEVIL OF A LUCK

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DEVIL OF A LUCK… A 333 Word Story

The Devil rode into town one day and the sawmill closed. All bought up; all the little operations in all the little towns… now left destitute in his wake. And that’s why Ken is braving the Frazer Valley wind, howling down from Alaska and piercing his threadbare coat like the teeth of a wolf doing the howling. An alchemy of chance changed his luck when Amy’s sister’s husband, always monitoring his police scanner, heard that Earl “I drive better when I’m drunk” Hollister had driven his Dodge Charger straight from Herb’s Tavern into rearranging the best seller display inside the Serendipity.

Ken was trudging his way ten miles to the new super plant through rain that was falling sideways and hitting him like a hail of rubber bullets. No money for gas left him on foot, and he was determined to be there when the shift changed, as they would be needing a man to operate the roof truss cutter. Getting any job there required that someone get dead, hurt, or go to jail. Earl had accomplished two out of three, by not buckling up and paying a late night visit to Carol’s bookstore with no intention of reading. Ken intended to have Earl’s job.

Being a former high school football star helped when it came to getting a ‘out of jail free card’. Earl surveyed the damage to himself and his car, and declared both fit to go to work. The Teriyaki Stick and a bottle of ‘5-Hour Energy’ from Lucky Market got his juices flowing and he hit the road. It was hard to see, with the rain and spiderweb of a windshield, but he definitely felt the thud as he sped along the road. ‘What’s one more dent,’ he thought, ‘it’s going in the shop anyway’.

Flung into the bushes by the impact, Ken wondered at his supposed good luck. ‘Only one orange car like that around, guess I won’t be getting Earl’s job after all’.  The Devil brought hypothermia.

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The Trifecta Writing Challenge has issued ALCHEMY (noun) as this week’s prompt… as always, 33 – 333 words based on the third definition…  an inexplicable or mysterious transmuting

Click on the Trike for instructions on  how to play… and to read some great stories.

JAIME PAINTS A NEW DOG PICTURE… (what else!)

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JAIME PAINTS A NEW DOG PICTURE... (what else!)

Jaime Ellsworth‘Painter of Dogs’ is gearing up for gallery showings across the land… Drop by her studio in Friday Harbor and take a look… or simply CLICK THE PIC to see her work…

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