“Dammit, Cheryl, I need more than 33, why can’t I have 333?”
“Well, they said 33, and you know them, Ethel. Why don’t we just say this…”
Thanks for the memories, we’ll never forget you, Trifecta.
You introduced us to a new writing world.
Inspired us to be daring, be better writers.
We’re so glad everyone liked us.
“Okay, that works I guess, but I’m still not happy, Cheryl.”
“You’re never happy, Ethel. Say good-bye.”
“This news does not satisfy me, Cheryl.”
“What’s that, Ethel?”
“Trifecta Writing Challenge is folding their tent. I loved the writers and their stories.”
“Me too. They won’t stop writing, we’ll find them.”
Here is this week’s prompt… Using the third definition, your piece must be exactly 33 words.
SATISFY (transitive verb)
1a : to carry out the terms of (as a contract) : discharge
b : to meet a financial obligation to
2: to make reparation to (an injured party) : indemnify
3a : to make happy : please
4a : convince
b : to put an end to (doubt or uncertainty) : dispel
5a : to conform to (as specifications) : be adequate to (an end in view)
This news does not satisfy me either. After three years, The Trifecta Writing Challenge comes to an end this month. The Brainchild of Lisa Harvey, TWC has been a solid weekly platform for writers to strut their stuff. Prompts always challenging and never boring, the number of writers submitting entries swelled, sometimes reaching 100. That’s a lot of stories. I don’t remember how I found TWC, but I’m glad I did. I had been writing 100 word stories based on a photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers, many of who write stories here, and I got up my courage to submit a story to TWC… the cruciverbalist… was my first. I learned so much about writing and gained new confidence by reading and writing at The Trifecta Challenge. And, not only that, but I’ve made some good friends. I’ve started submitting some stories at yeah write and still take part in FF. I have fond memories of my time at TWC and thank the editors for all their hard work. I’m sure we’ll meet again. When I told Ethel and Cheryl they were not happy.
IT’S ALL IN THE NAME
The Detroit Auto Show was always a basin of opportunity.
But, the myopic choice of a name by Mister Ford failed to dazzle.
Both for the new model line-up and the child.
“I still can’t believe you talked me into this, Ethel.”
“It’ll get warmer when the sun comes up,Cheryl.”
“That’s at seven-thirty, the store opens at five.”
“I know, and I want that big-ass-flatscreen!”
☀︎ ☀︎ ☀︎ ☀︎ ☀︎ ☀︎ ☀︎ ☀︎ ☀︎ ☀︎
The Editors of The Trifextra Writing Challenge are busy with their families this week, so they said: “This weekend we are assuming that many of you are slogging your way through leftovers and family bickering (or is that just us?) and thus we’re going way easy on you. We are asking for a 33-word free write. Give us whatever you’ve got.”
SO MANY DISHES
“What’s wrong now, Ethel?”
“I’ve thought, thought and thought, Cheryl, but I can’t decide what to bring for my Thanksgiving side dish.”
“As long as it’s not your lime Jell-O with marshmallows, Ethel.”
The dish, pictured above, actually existed… Thanksgiving 2009… My son-in-law Steve insisted on making it. I don’t know if he got the recipe from Ethel. I think he ate most of it.
Trifectra’s Editors issued this decree:
This weekend, writers, it’s up to you. We want you to choose a word and use it three times in your 33 words. However, it must be either a verb, noun or adjective and the form of the word cannot change, it must appear exactly the same three times. Please highlight your chosen word in your piece before linking up.
AT THE MERCY OF HIS COMPANION
He had been at odds with his companion for some time now. After all, here she sits; eating his food, drinking his wine and watching his TV. Isn’t she the one hired to take care of him? Not being able to speak has hampered his ability to express his concern. When family visits, he tries to convey his dismay with his eyes, like they do in the movies, but to no avail. They just don’t get it. What’s worse, they think she is doing this wonderful job tending to his needs. The accident had left him in such sorry state. He guessed he should feel lucky, since without her he would die. Actually, death might be preferable to another episode of Jerry or Maury. He had forgotten about Judge Judy, but at 4 o’clock he will be reminded.
Walter took the stage to perform the deadliest feat of his career… The Wall of Water!
The audience gasped as he started to drown, but the ring of his bedside alarm saved him.
Yesterday I came across this story written last July. I was in the mountains and was not able to publish by the Trifextra deadline due to spotty internet. I was ticked, since I thought this was a good one. I decided to let it see the light of day and add to The Trifectra Writing Challenge, even thought it is a little late. Maybe they won’t notice it’s not following this week’s prompt.
The illustration is a still from the 1953 film ‘Houdini’, starring Tony Curtis and Janet Leigh.
A telephone rings in a three-story walkup somewhere in Chicago…
‘Cook County Jail’… what the hell??? “Hello?”
“Cheryl, I need your help.”
Front Desk at the Cook County Jail…
“Hi, I’m here to bail Ethel out.”
Corner booth at the Blue Line Lounge & Grill…
Cheryl had taken her friend to Damen and North Streets under the El, a new restaurant they had been wanting to try. Cheryl could tell Ethel was upset, she had been silent on the way, most unlike Ethel. As curious as she was, she would bite her tongue and wait for her friend to explain why she had to ruin a perfectly good evening of watching Survivor. Ethel knew it was her favorite show, why couldn’t she get arrested on a different day.
“We haven’t been here since it was the Busy Bee. Remember the pierogis Sophie made?”
“Boy, it’s changed. Just like all of Wicker Park. Yuppiefied! I guess you are wondering…?”
“Of course I’m ‘wondering’ Ethel! What the hell did you do? They said you beat up an old man at Walmart.”
“Oh for crying out loud, I didn’t hurt him. Just a little slap and he makes such a big deal.”
“The blue vest you’re wearing wouldn’t have anything to do with why you were there?”
“I guess I won’t need it anymore. I should have told you, Cheryl, but I thought you’d laugh at me.”
“So this is why you’ve been so busy, nothing to do with your sister I’m thinking? The one you don’t like, remember? Start at the beginning, I’m dying to know.”
“At the time, it seemed like a brilliant idea. I wanted to earn some extra money, so I went looking thru the want ads in the Reader, circling jobs I thought I would like. Then I saw the perfect one, you know how good I am with people, I could work as a greeter! Well, of course they loved me, the manager wanted me to start at once.”
“Get to the old man, Ethel.”
“I’d been there two days. Most of the people were nice, but some I could do without. I was having fun, helping people by giving directions to the different parts of the store. I was greeting a woman when I got poked in the back. A little old man, who I had directed to sporting goods, was furious because he could not find sporting goods and he called me a ‘bitch’. So I slapped him! End of story.”
“End of story? What about Cook County?”
“Oh. Well he got all uppity, found a cop and pressed charges. The store had to go along with it, as employees aren’t allowed to hit the customers. It’s in the handbook they said.”
Walmart Superstore ~ North and Cicero…
“Hi,Welcome to Walmart!”
“Hi. I’m here to return Ethel’s vest. Remember Her?”
This is my response to The Speakeasy #135 prompt… This week’s sentence prompt, provided by last week’s winner Janna, can be used ANYWHERE in your piece. And our media prompt this week is a song, which you will find below. As with all our media prompts, your post shouldn’t be about the song, but you must make some sort of reference to it in your submission. The song is by Sarah McLachlan ‘I Will Remember You’; and the sentence by Janna is “At the time, it seemed like a brilliant idea.”
I’d read stories from Speakeasy prompts by some writers I like. I thought I’d give it a try. Here is where to find The Speakeasy!
DON’T WORRY BE HAPPY… “What’s this Ethel?”
“My new motto, Cheryl. Meher Baba, he’s a god.”
“No he’s not, there’s only one.”
“We all are, Cheryl, we just haven’t learned how to live it.”
This was a card my sister Mariya gave me many years ago. I may not have done the Trifextra Prompt correctly, but it’s the first thing I thought of… and I have always found comfort in his words. Meher Baba created controversy in the early 20th Century saying he was God. It is accepted by many that we all are and have not yet learned how to live it.
Buddhist cosmology tells of Trāyastriṃśa, or the Heaven of Thirty-Three gods, which rule over the human realm. This weekend we’re asking for exactly 33 of your own words about a god of your own devising that shares heaven with the other thirty-two gods. Make it yours and have fun with it. – See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/11/trifextra-week-ninety-three.html?
LET’S DANCE!…In 33 Words
“The Charites will be here any minute. Where the hell’s Pan.”
“That slacker! You know I don’t trust him.”
“He blows the best pipes in town, you know Aphrodite’s girls like to dance.”
Here are this week’s Trifextra Instructions… This weekend we’re asking for 33 of your own words about a famous trio. The trio could be from literature, from history or from pop culture. Just make it yours and have fun with it. Good luck! – See more at: The Trifecta Writing Challenge