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The Pre-Game Show at the ODNT household (for Trifextra)


It’s Trifextra time. What’s the assignment, you ask? Participants were asked to create a scene involving three people and write it from the point of view of each of these characters, using 33 words for each of them.

I opted to go with non-fiction for this entry. My scene could represent any night in our household when my son has a basketball game. I’ll let you figure out whose perspective is represented in each vignette.

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The Pre-Game Show

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Put more arc on the ball. Use the backboard. Hold the ball up here so no one can steal it. Keep it high so you can put it back up for your rebound.

I washed your shirt. It’s in the dryer. Get your shoes and tell your sister we’re about to leave. Whoever has to pee should go now. Do you want red Gatorade or purple?

I know! Daaaad! Okay. You say that every time. Thanks. I’ll get it. They’re already on. MOM WANTS YOU! I already went. SHE SAID TO PEE! Do we have yellow? That’s my favorite.

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Dear Toby (for Trifextra)


It’s Trifextra Weekend Challenge time.

This weekend’s rules: Entrants must write a letter of apology in 33 words exactly. Addresses, salutations, closings, etc. do not count in the 33 words.

Wanna help pick the winners? Click here between Sunday 8pm EST and Monday 8am EST to vote for your top three.

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Dear Toby,

I never should’ve allowed them to convince me to leave the room, because I was pregnant, while you were being put down. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, boy. You deserved better.

Regretfully,

Michele

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RIP Toby (1987 – 2002)

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From the smart ass collection – Curiosity Killed the Chat (for Trifextra)


For my weekly stab at satire, I wrote this third and final entry for the Trifextra Weekend Challenge.  Here are the bloody rules – Entrants must write a horror story in 33 words exactly, without the words blood, scream, died, death, knife, gun or kill. But enough with the gory details.  This contest slays me.  I hope I don’t beat it to death. Waiting ’til Monday for the results will be murder.

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Trifextra Entry #3 – Curiosity Killed the Chat

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“What’s your plan?”

“Don’t know.”

“What about ‘bludgeon?'”

“Fine.”

“‘Axe?’ ‘Chainsaw?’ ‘Hook?'”

“All FINE!

“Dude, there’s lots of words left.”

“Not anymore.”(WHACK! … THUD!…) (spoken to camera) “I’m gonna need a bigger post.”

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The inspiration for that famous line.  It scared the daylights out of me.

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Never Go to Bed Angry (for Trifextra)


Here’s my second (hopefully blood … or at least milk … curdling) entry for the Trifextra Weekend Challenge. Rules: Entrants must write a horror story in 33 words exactly, without the words blood, scream, died, death, knife, gun or kill.

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Trifextra Entry #2 – Never Go to Bed Angry

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“Goodnight, sweetheart. I’m sorry, too,” she said, kissing his check. Finally releasing the hammer, she climbed into her side of the bed to spoon his still warm body. “Things will be better tomorrow.”

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Clueless (for Trifextra)


Thanks, Trifecta, for the 3rd place nod in your regular contest this past week. I had so much fun writing Waterproof that I just might actually expand on it a bit. (See! That’s the good thing you do for people like me, Trifecta.)

But now it’s time for the Trifextra Weekend Challenge. Here are this weekend’s rules: Entrants must write a horror story in 33 words exactly, without the words blood, scream, died, death, knife, gun or kill. CurrentlyI’m playing with a few ideas.

Oh, look! Here comes one now …

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Trifextra Entry – Clueless

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“Wait! Miss Scarlett … with a rope … in the conservator—“

She lunged and tightened the rope around his neck until he slumped to the floor.

SO close,” she said, walking out of the library.

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How Bad Could He Be? (For Trifextra)


Trifextra Weekend Challenge

Rules: Trifectra gives the first 33 words and we supply the last 33.

Voting: This week is open the public! Visit this link starting at 8pm EST on 3/25/12 to pick your top 3.

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Trifextra Entry #3 – How Bad Could He Be?

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“Seriously, what the hell’s wrong with you? That beast would eat our kid in one bite.”

“Aww, Stephen. He’s a St. Bernard. They’re trained to rescue people. And Tad really wants a dog.”

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Milo could take Cujo any day of the week.

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Good Kitty.

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A Collaborative Effort (For Trifextra)


Trifextra Weekend Challenge

Rules: Trifectra gives the first 33 words and we supply the last 33.

Voting: This week is open the public! Visit this link starting at 8pm EST on 3/25/12 to pick your top 3.

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Trifextra Entry #2 – A Collaborative Effort

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“I was trying to save the house, Daddy.”

“By pretending it was haunted?!!?”

“Annie said to.”

“Who’s Annie?”

“The girl in the attic. She said this house belongs to just me … and her.”

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The Fight on the Way Home in the Limo (For Trifextra)


It’s Trifextra Weekend Challenge time and this one’s up for a public vote. The polls open for 12 hours starting on Sunday, March 25 at 8pm EST. Click here to view all the entries and pick your top three. The submissions are short so it doesn’t take long to get through them.  I’d love your vote … but it’s just not in my nature to tell you want to do. I am not the boss of you!
Rules this Week: Trifecta provides the first 33 words and entrants need to complete the story in only 33 additional words. The words provided by Trifecta are in bold and my entry follows.

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Trifextra Entry –

The Fight on the Way Home in the Limo

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“There’s nothing cute about it,” he said. The register of his voice indicated decision more so than discussion.

She disagreed heartily and privately, staring past Brad’s head and out the window behind him.

“Damn it, Angie. The blood vials, making out with James and now this freaky leg thing. You know it’s got its own Twitter page? We’ve got six kids now. Chill the hell out.”

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One more LOST entry for Trifecta


Trifextra Weekend Challenge – Entry Number Three, written and posted from the road with my mother this weekend. (Thanks for the encouragement, Mom.)

Rules: All entries must total exactly 33 words and they must include the word ‘Lost’ in the title but not in the story itself.

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Trifextra Entry #3 – Lost

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“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

The nurse silenced the machine. The room went quiet. He watched her chest rise and fall eleven times. One for each month since the accident. And she was gone.

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And the requisite smart ass entry for the weekend


Trifextra Weekend Challenge – Entry Number Two … from the ODNT Smart Ass Collection.

Rules: All entries must total exactly 33 words and they must include the word ‘Lost’ in the title but not in the story itself.

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Trifextra Entry #2 – Lost

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“I need to write about it?”

“Yes.”

“But I can’t say it?”

“That’s right.”

“What the … ? Who am I , Lou Costello?”

“Sorry. I don’t get it. That reference is completely … wasted on me.”

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Thanks for the inspiration, Mr. Costello.

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