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Trifextra: Week Eighty-Five… JEALOUSY


JEALOUSY… In 33 Words

O Draug, you have done it again!
Dashed off another first place piece of writing.
The words spill effortlessly from your pen once again.
O Draug, you are starting to piss me off!


A Note to My Readers (Trifectians need no explanation):

One of the first works I read when I came to The Trifecta Writing Challenge was by Draug.  After reading thousands of great writings by my fellow Trifectians and occasionally one by myself, it is still my favorite… Blast Off … have a read and see for yourself.  But back to this post… each challenge, the first entry I read is always Draug’s.  She is an excellent writer who continually trounces the opposition (us) in the writing challenges.  I had no idea what to write this time, I always thought Apostrophe was just a punctuation mark, but when I read Draug’s piece… No, the Other Apostrophe … I knew what I would write.  Yes, my entry would be using an Apostrophe Fueled by Jealousy… for her story this week takes a place next to Blast Off.  



Here is this week’s Trifextra Challenge, and to see more fine 33 word stories… Click the Trike!    This week we are taking you, once again, back to school for a lesson in literary devices. Remember the apostrophe? defines apostrophe as, “A figure of speech in which some absent or nonexistent person or thing is addressed as if present and capable of understanding.”  Give us your best 33-work example of an apostrophe.


Incidentally, for those Ethel and Cheryl fans out there… They made a guest appearance at Friday Fictioneers last week…  Friday Fictioneers: GAME TIME … in case you would like to pay them a visit.

Trifextra: Week Eighty-Four… YOU HAVE TO BE READY…



His life had reached the end of its tether.
He decided it was time.
One final sip of Crown Royal,
Loft the bottle high into the air.
Watch it break.
Reclaim his life.


Hopefully this is the first in a long string of stories.  It’s been a while.  This has been a busy Summer and I’ve missed writing and the blogging community of writers at Trifecta and Friday Fictioneers.

This is the instruction the Trifecta writers were given for this weeks Trifextra:

 “This weekend we’re asking for 30 of your own words plus the three following words for a total of 33 words.”  

                            Tether ~ Loft ~ Crown

To learn more about Trifecta and read the Trifextra stories, click on the Trike!

Trifextra: Week Seventy-Five… CRAIGSLIST


CRAIGSLIST:   WORDS… Thirty-three for sale… Cheap.  A rare opportunity to own, and use, 33 words with no strings attached. Take advantage of this limited offer… only lasts three days. Contact Trifecta… 360-298-1142.


Interested in writing for Trifecta?  Click on the Beast.  Here is this week’s prompt.

This weekend we are asking for a thirty-three word free-write.  Any topic, any style–just give us your best thirty three.

Trifextra: Week Seventy-Three: ALWAYS SOMETHING


This type of job is never easy, and certainly not fun.

The 1st time he fell off the horse.

The 2nd time the rope broke.

The 3rd time his neck snapped.

Mission accomplished.



Here’s the Trifextra Prompt… “This weekend we’re asking for 33 of your own words inspired by the idiom… third time’s the charm.”

Trifextra: Week Seventy-Two: SUMMER IS…

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SUMMER IS… in 33 words

Summer is ‘The Mill’!  Music in the air… everywhere.  There are violins, guitars, flutes, harps, accordions, drums of all kinds, harmonicas, banjos, cellos, tambourines, horns, pianos, squeeze-boxes, cymbals, lots of singing and dancing!



The instructions for the Trifextra Writing Challenge this week were… “This weekend we’re asking you to describe summer in your own words. Thirty-three of them exactly, of course. Good luck!”


Each summer high in the Sierra Nevada Mountains, somewhere near Yosemite, about 500 souls gather for a conclave of The Sierra Music and Arts Institute… more commonly known as Sweet’s Mill.  The old timers just call it The Mill.  For 60 years now, on the site of an old sawmill, a music and arts retreat takes place in the form of a giant campout.  Musicians from around the world come together to share their knowledge and talents with others, and just plain perform.  Artists gather to demonstrate their skills and teach others.  There’s also drama taught, with two plays being produced.  Do you want to learn how to belly dance, flamenco, tango or swing?  Classes for that.  At night on different stages, there are performances to show off new-found skills, and for old friends to get together and jam.  And, lots of dancing!

I help out in the Arts Area.  I don’t play a musical instrument, but I write stories and take thousands of photos.  Here are two from last year.  The photo of the young man playing the steel guitar got me a ‘Best of Show’ ribbon at our county fair, in its category.  He was sitting at a table near the main stage practicing or maybe just playing… there’s a lot of that going on.  It made a great still-life photo.

But my favorite photo of all, is this one of a woman playing the violin.  For me, the story makes the photo, and I’ll tell how I came to take this one.  I had gone up to the Flamenco Camp, because I had never been there.  The Mill is over 200 acres, with different interest groups banding together in camps.  There’s Gypsy Camp, Flamenco, Cowboy, Meditation Meadow, Old Timey, Bluegrass and on and on.  There are still some I have to discover.  So, one day I went up to the Flamenco Camp and watched a maestro teach a group of children the fine points to playing a flamenco guitar. Some women practiced dance to the music on a small stage they had made.  As I was leaving, I heard the most beautifully haunting violin music.  I went toward some tents expecting to see the violinist, but nothing.  I followed the music up a hill through increasingly heavy brush, and finally in a small clearing I found a young woman playing a violin.  I snuck a photo and listened to her play.  She finally stopped, saw me and shyly smiled.  I asked if I could take her photo, and she beamed and posed for me.  They are nice photos of her facing me, but I like the first one I took best.  So, that’s kind of two faces of The Mill.  I’m leaving in two weeks… I can’t wait.



Here’s one I wrote for Trifecta that I liked… I had a great time last summer listening to music and enjoying the creative camaraderie in our camp… and of course got some great photo.  There will be no music at the ‘Mill’ this year due to the lack of rainfall in California.

Trifecta Writing Challenge: Week Eighty-One… LIGHT (noun)


“We’ve got to find it. It’s here somewhere.”

“It would help if you told me what we are looking for.”

“The Light of course, silly.”

“Oh, that’s at the end of the tunnel.”


Here’s a silly 33 for the 3rd definition of the noun LIGHT… for my friends at The Trifecta Writing Challenge asking for 33 to 333 words about a light.


Here’s my favorite ‘light at the end of the tunnel’…

on the road from Honolulu...

on the road from Honolulu…

Trifextra: Week Sixty-Five… 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?


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



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…

Trifecta Writing Challenge #72: DEVIL OF A LUCK


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.


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.



“Ethel, there isn’t room to swing a cat!”

“I like my Smart Car. It fits me just fine. But, I’m not the one who could stand to lose a few.”

“Well, I never!”

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That’s what  the Trifectas asked us to use this time.  Here, I’ll let them tell it:

“This weekend we’re asking for exactly 33 words including an idiom somewhere within.  Examples of idioms include – add fuel to the fire or wear your heart on your sleeve.  You can find more examples and a definition of idiom here.  Good luck! ”

To see some Idiom Driven Stories… click the trike.


Trifecta Writing Challenge #70: IN A JIFFY


IN A JIFFY… a story in 333 words

Jeff’s sneakers slapped the vinyl floor as he raced for the Jewel’s exit, clerks in hot pursuit.

“I tell you, I was almost killed!” “Ethel, don’t be so damn dramatic. You weren’t ‘almost killed’, what happened?”

They were gaining on him as he pushed through the door and collided with the woman.

“Listen to me, Cheryl. I don’t know why you have to be so negative all the time.” Cheryl sipped her tea, waiting. “I was going into the Jewel, you know how I don’t like the Jewel, but I just needed some cornbread mix. Now don’t you go rolling your eyes like that. You know I like to bake!” Cheryl stopped rolling her eyes and tried to stifle herself. Ethel didn’t bake. In fact, Ethel didn’t cook, she ate out or got take-in. The only thing Ethel ever made was Jiffy Cornbread or Jiffy Popcorn… Ethel liked everything jiffy, the woman had no patience.

Ninety pounds of blond had laid him flat on his back. The beer he’d been trying to steal went flying as angry hands yanked him to his feet. The woman had fire in her eyes, and took over.

“So, there I was, on the ground with beer bottles everywhere. People lifting me up and thanking me for stopping the thief. A crowd had gathered, you know how I don’t like to be the center of attention.” Cheryl held her eyes still.

The manager had called the police. The woman Jeff bumped into was familiar. She was the one always complaining about something. It had been suggested she shop elsewhere. Now he would have to be nice to her, as she started in on him.

“Well, I tell you, the ingratitude of some people. They didn’t even offer me a reward.” The phone rang. Cheryl answered and thanked the caller for letting them know.

Jeff had slipped away during the ensuing ruckus.

“It’s your lucky day, Ethel. They want to give you the Jiffy you left on the counter.”

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      The prompt this time is the third definition (as always) of the word LUCKY (adjective).  To read more “Lucky” stories of 33 to 333 words, click on the trike.

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Everything you will need to cook like Ethel…


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