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Just in time for Easter – The Waiting is the Hardest Part (for Trifextra)

Trifextra Weekend Challenge + Easter = Today’s post

The rules this weekend are a little different. All entries must be between 33 and 333 words and need to include the following three words in the order provided:

  • cacophony
  • soap
  • insects
I based my entry this week on a single photograph. And I’m dedicating it to the child in that photograph.

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The Waiting is the Hardest Part

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The cacophony of children could be heard throughout the mall. Melissa approached the intimidating line. “Maybe it won’t take that long,” she thought. “And I’ll be glad to have this picture when he’s older.”

She parked her stroller in the designated area and stepped into the line. It snaked back and forth through a maze leading up to the Great Rabbit. “Please make it move fast,” she thought, content that her son was distracted by all the festivity. She trudged along mindlessly until she heard the first whimper.

“Alright, buddy. Let’s see what Mommy has in her bag,” she said, trying to sound upbeat. “Ooh, look!” She pulled out the brightly-colored soap set she’d just purchased at the department store. They looked like six-legged insects. She knew they were just the thing to make bath time fun for her little man and his bug obsession.

Excitedly, he took one and examined each of its legs, antennae and wings, passing it from one hand to the other. Moving through the line, Melissa reveled in her ingenuity … until he put it in his mouth. And his face went immediately sour.

She knew she had about ten seconds before the crying started. So she tossed him his sippy cup, mercifully filled with apple juice, and began searching frantically for another distraction in her bag of tricks.

Then, she struck gold.

His orange pan. His Bear in the Big Blue House pan. He took it everywhere. He’d given it to her at lunch and must have forgotten about it. “Ta-da!” Melissa announced triumphantly.

His face broke into a huge smile that ran from one adorable cheek to the other. “Pan!” he shouted.

She handed it to him, puffed with pride at her quick action, until he asked for its accompanying ‘patula,’ which she remembered seeing on the kitchen floor as they ran out the door that morning.

“Well, crap,” she thought, surrendering her now crying child to the stupid bunny.

Click! went the camera.

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Easter 2001

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The story is fiction, but the picture is real. Thanks for serving as my inspiration today, my boy. Happy Easter to you and to your sister! Oh, and props to Tom Petty for helping me out with my title.


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?'”


“‘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.


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.


Good Kitty.


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?”


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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