Daily Archives: March 9, 2012

My Trifecta for Trifecta – it’s the last one this weekend, I promise!

I had one more idea that I really couldn’t resist putting to paper (or screen … as it were) for this weekend’s Trifextra Challenge. This organization is all about threes anyway, so why not write a third (and final?) entry?  Let’s review the rules: The submission needs to be 33 words exactly and it should best demonstrate (of all entries) the proper use for an exclamation point

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Trifextra Entry #3 – The Audition

Jack: You can’t handle the truth?

Director: Good.  That’s very good, Mr. Nicholson.  But do you think you could try it again?  Only this time … you’re furious.


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And now, just for fun, let’s take a look at that memorable scene. That’s good stuff …



And another (more grievous) entry for the weekend challenge

Like last weekend, I had to write just one more, diametrically opposed entry for Trifextra’s Weekend Challenge. The only rules here are that the submission needs to be 33 words exactly and it should best demonstrate (of all entries) the proper use for an exclamation point. So, without further ado, I give you entry two for the weekend … entitled A Bullet Not Dodged.

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It was the morning after the storm.  The hotel had already started handing out champagne when he entered and tried to speak over the revelry. Fighting inevitable tears, he bellowed, “The levees broke!”

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A special NOTE from ODNT … I think I might have bent the rules a little with this submission.  I’m new to the challenge but I believe all of the writers are submitting works of fiction, which this one is not. My family of four (along with my extended family and all of our friends) were pushed out of New Orleans almost seven years ago by Hurricane Katrina.  Our home was located in one of the many neighborhoods completely destroyed by the storm.  I am lucky that my kids were babies at the time, 5 and 3, and thus have little memory of everything.  I wish I could say the same, though I usually remember everything as though it was someone else’s story.  My family is just fine now, living in a new home (never before flooded) only 2.96 miles from my old front door. I have written about the experience a bit over the years (even had some of it published) but have never mentioned much here on the blog.  One day, I’m sure I will.


33 Words of Snarky, Punctuating Banter

So, we didn’t win the last writing contest we entered. It’s no wonder really given the amount of impressive writers we were up against. Still, I was pretty proud of our submission. (It’s okay that I’m saying that, right? I’m really not a braggart.) Anyway … it’s time to get back up on that old proverbial horse (I sure seem to have to use that phrase a lot) and try again with the shorter assignment given in the Trifextra Weekend Challenge.

This week’s rules are a little different. All entries must total exactly 33 words and they must include “a justified exclamation point. Make us believe that your exclamation point simply needs to be in your story. The writer with the most believable exclamation wins.”

Oh, boy. (cough, sputter) I mean … oh, boy!!! (Where’s e e cummings when I need him?) Here’s our entry this weekend … entitled Punctuating Banter.

“What’s the assignment this week?”

“We have to do something with an exclamation point.”

“What the hell?”

“That’s a question mark.”

“I know that’s a question mark, you asshole! There’s your exclamation point.”

Check out the other entrants here … or submit one of your own and throw your hat in the ring!!! (Gratuitous exclamation points.)