The Technicality

Using-hyphens-like-this-is-a-way-of-gaming-the-system. Despite being widely practised, such devices are not in the spirit of fairness, and should be discouraged. Playing by the rules, whatever the result, is much better than winning by a technicality.
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33 words (ex hyphens) written for Trifextra week sixty five. www.trifectawritingchallenge.cim

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/04/trifextra-week-sixty-four_26.html?m=1

Transformation

Arch Enemies, you and me

Life’s purpose is

Creating tension to hurt, to wound, to maim

Hating one another, until

Empathy between us

May over time grow, and

You become my friend

ALCHEMY

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33 words written for Trifecta Challenge Week Seventy-Two

Using the definition "an inexplicable or mysterious transmuting" for the word Alchemy

Advice About Animals

Crocodiles should be stored
Out of children's reach.

Don't leave butterflies
In the refrigerator.

Have honey handy
For hunting bears.

Don't play with tigers
In the dark.

And keep spiders
Away from flames.
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33 words of advice. For the Trifextra week sixty-two challenge. www.trifectawriting.com

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/04/trifextra-week-sixty-two.html

Texas Rain

The Texas oil industry is said to have started with the Lucas Gusher in 1901. For some 10 days, until it was capped, 100,000 barrels a day spouted from the ground. It is said that from that time US oil production tripled overnight.

My grandfather worked on that oilfield. He was a rigger. He stood atop the great gantries that were used to position the drilling equipment. He was the king of the universe, hanging on, hooking and unhooking cables, barking directions to the drivers and the haulers.

We asked him to tell us the story again, about that day. We were very young. No more than nine or ten. We would sit on the floor listening. He would settle back into his armchair, close his eyes and begin recounting. He would describe how it was, sitting on top of the boom, eating his sandwiches with the crew boys, when the well blew. He remembered the sound, the terrific bang, then the rushing the whistling, the noise. He would recount how the oil spouted up over 200 feet into the air. He described how they were completely covered in the thick black sticky liquid, even the men in suits with clipboards who had come down from head office. He told us about old Billy sitting right next to him, ending up head first in the cooling trough. On he would go, keeping his eyes closed as he remembered the day.

Then, he would get to the end. He always finished the story the same way. “...and that was the second best day of my life. The second best day of my life, was the day we had rain in Texas."

Lke clockwork, we would say “tell us about the best day of your life grandpa, tell us..”

He would slowly open his eyes. “Another time,” he’d say,”another time.” And with a wink that was only visible to us kids, he’d look across the room towards my grandmothers knowing smile.
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Written for http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/04/trifecta-week-seventy-one.html?m=1

www.trifectawriting.com week seventy one on the following definition of the word rain:

"to take a lot of money in bill form and toss it up in the air. This is most effectively done at a strip club for the effect of raining one dollar bills on the dancers (and it makes them feel so pretty), or to snub a hater by throwing money into their face that then falls to the floor like rain (use this when paying a debt to a punk bitch who keeps asking for their money to the point that they are ruining your friendship or when dumping someone who has been bankrolling you for a while now that you're making money).

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=rain

Poor Thing

“.... trapped under the rubble, was no choice but to amputate.”

I’d recounted the events so many times.

“Poor thing”, they always said.

“Poor thing - no way.  Lucky me. Could’ve been both legs.” 

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33 words written for Trifecta: Week Seventy.

Using the word prompt lucky with context producing or resulting in good by chance : favorable

Trifecta Writing:

Birds

I miss him.

Every day, he comes. Same time, same place. Pushing his worldly possessions in a shopping cart, he stops by the fountain. From the cart, he extracts a little folding chair, which he opens and places next to him. From his pocket comes a slice of bread. Then, sitting down, he meticulously breaks the bread into tiny pieces. These are spread in a gentle arc about him. The grass instantly turns into a carpet of birds. For a few moments, it is a sea of beaks, feathers and claws. Then, just as quickly the birds evaporate, and it is green again. With no time wasted, he folds the little chair and packs it back into the cart. Off he goes, purposefully pushing his world in front of him.

Then one day he isn't there. Nor the next and the next.

What has become of him. His humbleness has managed to infect me profoundly. A man with nothing, but always enough for the birds. I think of him often. I miss him. I hope he is happy.

Who will feed the birds.

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Written for Trifecta: Week Sixty-Nine
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Using the word infect with the context:

a : contaminate, corrupt <the inflated writing that infects such stories>  
b : to work upon or seize upon so as to induce sympathy, belief, or support <trying to infect their salespeople with their enthusiasm>

Five Minutes

Five minutes
Five minutes, shit
What do I write
I've got to get something out
Thirty Three words
What
Aaaaaaaarghhhhhhhhhh
Think
There must be something
Clever
or
Witty
or just stream of consciousness
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Written with just 5 minutes before the deadline for Trifecta - Trifextra week Fifty Seven. A bit indulgent, but I challenged myself at the cusp.