Playground 2013

Grazed knee, torn shirt, bloody nose, he walked away. 

Into his time machine. Destination 2133 and back. Facing them again, now armed and ready.

Grazed knee, torn shirt, bloody nose, he walked away.....

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Written for http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com

Trifextra week eighty-six at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/09/trifextra-week-eighty-six.html

Robber

“I know who he is. I know.”

“He had a mask. Covered his face. How’d you know?”

“I do,” the child repeated. “Selfies!”

“Selfies?”

 “Yeah, selfies. In the cloud. He took my phone.”

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33 words written for Trifecta Challenge Week Ninety-Four.

Loosely based on a (reputedly) true story.(see here).

The prompt for this piece is the word Mask, using this definition:

a : a protective covering for the face

b : gas mask

c : a device covering the mouth and nose to facilitate inhalation

d : a comparable device to prevent exhalation of infective material

e : a cosmetic preparation for the skin of the face that produces a tightening effect as it dries

Customer Service II

Ensorcelled by her décolletage, he knew he must focus if he was to achieve the outcome he deserved. Her dress and prodigal cleavage; all too obvious in the way they were on display. Exemplary maybe, but only to the unsuspecting. He knew they were deployed as devices, to distract, deceive, debilitate. That would not dispel the slew of unresolved issues he still had to fight. Behaviour, vainglorious and arrogant, was no excuse for the way he had been treated; for what they had done. To add further insult, they use sex as a distraction. So cheap. So obvious. It just typified the depths to which they would stoop. He was fractious and ready to fight. He’d had enough. Now was his time.

“Good afternoon sir. How may I help,” she pouted.

The way she looked at him. Her face, her lips. His eyes drifted downward as his mind went blank..........

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150 words written for Monday Mixer. The piece incorporates all the words below.

Things:          1) slew             2) exemplar         3) decolletage
Verbs:           1) typify            2) debilitate         3) ensorcell
Adjectives:    1) prodigal       2) fractious          3) vainglorious

Originally written in error in 100 words, it has been expanded to meet the criteria for the prompt. Error pointed out with thanks to Jeffrey Hollar. 

Customer Service

Ensorcelled by her décolletage, he knew he must focus. Her dress and prodigal cleavage; all too obvious. Exemplary devices, to distract, debilitate and dispel the slew of unresolved issues. Their behaviour – vainglorious and arrogant - was no excuse for the way he had been treated, or for what they had done. This cheap use of sex as a distraction typified the depths to which they would stoop. He was fractious and ready to fight. He’d had enough. Now was his time.

“Good afternoon sir. How may I help,” she pouted.

The way she looked at him. His eyes drifted downward...........

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100 words written for Monday Mixer. The piece incorporates all the words below.

Things:          1) slew              2) exemplar         3) decolletage

Verbs:           1) typify           2) debilitate           3) ensorcell

Adjectives:   1) prodigal       2) fractious           3) vainglorious

Three Strikes

Strike one.

He faced back into the field as the pitcher started his wind up.

The ball whistled past his shoulder before he even began to swing.

Strike two.

This time, he was ready. This time he wouldn't miss.

The pitcher was on the mound. The ball… curved through the air towards him.

He swung.

The sound of….

Nothing.

As he walked back to the bench, head down. Dejected, looking at his shoes.

Three strikes and you’re…. 
The words resonated in his head.
You're...

Slowly, his scowl became a smile.

You’re a…

Turkey.

Maybe baseball just wasn't his sport after all.

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Written for Trifecta: Week Ninety-Two, using the word Turkey in the slightly unusual context: three successive strikes in bowling.

The Browser

The bookshop was huge. Rows and rows of books arranged on shelves in a slapdash manner.

“You’ll need this,” a man said, slipping a thick volume into my hands.

Before I could react, he disappeared, and I was alone among the bookshelves.

I started opening it.

My movement actuated something. Darkness. A strong wind. I was moving; fast. Everything was in a state of flux. Then the wind died. The darkness lifted. I made out a small figure.

“Approach” it chirruped.

 “I was just...”

“Opening the book”, it responded.

“Yes, and...”

“You’re going to cook for us”, it continued.

“But...”

“No buts. You know the rules. Your continued journey is predicated by the quality of the meal you cook.”

I looked down. I was still clutching the book. “Compendium of Gustatory Delights”, read the title. Opening it, the words jumped out at me: “Chapter one - Recipes for Time Travellers.”

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Exactly 150 words written for Monday Mixer, using as many of the words (at least three) below as possible. Feedback welcomed.

Things:          1) flux              2) luminary         3) compendium

Verbs:           1) predicate     2) actuate           3) chirrup

Adjectives:   1) slapdash      2) gustatory       3) ethereal

Choosing Your Tooth

Menu
1: Select a type
2: Choose attributes (up to 2)
3: Add accessories
Types	Attributes	Accessories
Eye	Holy	Brush
Sabre	Decayed	Floss
Gear	Capped	Braces
Permanent	Crowned	Polish
Milk	Straight
Wisdom
Incisors
Molars