The Burqua Revolt

Wives, mothers,
Stand at the gates,
Uncovered visages louder
Than the sanctimony
Around us.
We few
Stand silent
Heads high.
All revolutions
Begin or end,
Rise or fall
This way,
With
We few.





33 words, and one of them must be a palindrome. My palindrome is 'we few'. It reminds me of Band of Brothers, the awesome book and miniseries. Except that I wonder if women could start a revolution somewhere, how they might take that step. Because I'm weird like that.

One Night And Gone

Last night

Us

entwined,
your hard biceps
holding fast
to my curves.

We shared the
secrets of ourselves.

I knew you.

Today we are strangers.

The sooner you go,
The happier I'll be.

That wasn't what I meant.




The prompt is 33 words followed by the following "That wasn't what I meant."

That wasn't what I meant.

That wasn't what I meant.33

Gone Wrong

Man be crazy
gone
Tried to leave me
gone
Tried to walk out
gone 

Poor fool
gone
I shot him dead
gone
Kept that sucker's head
gone
He ain't leavin' now

he gone

The prompt is 33 words about love gone wrong.  Without using these words: love, sad, tears, wept, heart, or pain. Pretty much the lyrics of every country song ever.  I decided upon a blues vibe, which isn't always depressing.

love

sad

tears

wept

heart

pain

Cramming

"...Our last exhibit: Homo Sapiens engaging in a behavior which involved the hurried memorization of facts for the purpose of regurgitation on an exam. The brain then removed all traces of acquired data."

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Thomas Leuthard / Foter.com / CC BY

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The prompt:  Write 33 words inspired by this photograph.  For the record, I never crammed for anything except for that pie eating contest that one time.  That didn't end well for me, and I try to learn from my mistakes.

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Resolved

Resolved:
Happy.
Healthy.




New Year's resolution in three words is this week's prompt.  This was hard, mostly because I don't make resolutions.  Really, who needs that kind of pressure?   I suppose that everyone needs to have some sort of a goal to work toward, however. My usual goals involve savoring good foods and fine wines, or a newly acquired piece of chocolate.  I tend to avoid the lofty goals, because what I really need most is to live in the moment, something that I tend to forget.  But the two goals I finally selected are ones that I probably should focus on more often. 

Dazzled

Bravely I have

poured my paltry essence

into the basin

of your regard,

in hopes that you might

dazzle me with

the cacophony of your smile

until I am myopic in my affections.





Thirty-three words including myopic, dazzle, and basin.  Yeah, that's all I've got. 

Therapy

mysteries abound

here are dark spots

shadows inside

ready for the light

put the words on paper

say them aloud

if they make sense

go back

erase a few

so that they don't

Jack

I don't hunt animals

Nor hunt the four-legged trails

through the dark wood.

A boring pastime, that.

I hunt two-legged prey

in dark alleys--

their blood is divine.

I am what I eat.



The prompt is to choose a word and use it three times in your 33-word passage.

Daydreams

Whenever
I close my eyes 
your hand 
gliding slowly
my naked thigh
tingles and shivers
mouths fused
while
rough fingertips
counterbalance  
the softness of your lips
as you trace the outline of
Me and fill it
with You
Naked
hips
surging against mine
rolling
the swell of
Us





TrifeXXXtra:  In honor of National Erotica Day, write 33 to 333 words of erotica.  I was going to title this 'Daydreams about Night Things' until I realized that that was the name of a Ronnie Milsap song.  

Syncope

Suddenly, in the pantheon
Syncope, goddess
of insensibility,
stood up.

She wanted respect,
so long neglected, but
she was overcome by
somnolence and fell
into the arms of
an inebriated Dionysus.
As usual.

Buddhist cosmology tells of Trāyastriṃśa, or the Heaven of Thirty-Three gods, which rule over the human realm.  This weekend we're asking for exactly 33 of your own words about a god of your own devising that shares heaven with the other thirty-two gods.  Make it yours and have fun with it. - See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.ISEOh2Wx.dpuf

An Open Closet

No light can penetrate

that gaping maw.

The Blackness is hungry,

tendrils of shadow

spilling beyond

extending, reaching.

Once I am caught,

there will be no reprieve;

Only the midnight

swallowing my screams.





33 word explanation about what scares you  Yes, it's true.  I am scared of open closets.  No, that's not quite true.  I am scared of what is IN the darkness of the open closet.  Thank you Stephen King!  

Diablo's Blues

The Damned

screaming

night and day

gets  tiresome.

Once it was
Viking feasts,
the
Great orgies of
Roman yore!

No more.

All those rollicking good times--finished.



(sigh)

There's just no sport corrupting Republicans.





The prompt is 33 words inspired by the Stones' Sympathy for the Devil.

The End

It was their only job
Snap! Crackle! Pop!
They wouldn't quit.
They couldn't stop.
The milk it was did them in.
Lactose intolerance is
A helluva thing for a rice crispy
to top.




Yeah, I've been laid up in bed with something croup-y, but I thought of this while eating breakfast.

October 26, 1881

A simple plan, he said.

They got it all wrong, he said.

Land outside the town, dressed in period clothes, saunter to the OK Corral.

Idiot.

Stray gunfire has always been the problem.






33-word travel story.  There's lots of controversy about the shootout at the Ok Corral(which didn't actually happen there), and I've always wanted to see for myself.  From a distance, of course.   

This weekend, we want you to give us a 33-word time travel story.  We don't usually tell you what to title your piece, but we'd love it if you could title it with the year/date that you choose. - See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.Fag8gNaO.dpuf

This weekend, we want you to give us a 33-word time travel story.  We don't usually tell you what to title your piece, but we'd love it if you could title it with the year/date that you choose. - See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.Fag8gNaO.dpuf

Creativity

Elusive

On the tip of my tongue

My next sentence

One blink

Pause

The occasional random shiny object

And you're gone

Will of a wisp

Flittering away

Disappearing

Never to be thought again






The prompt is to write an apostrophe, a literary device in which "an absent or nonexistent person is addressed as if present and capable of understanding"(definition from about.com). 

On now to our weekend prompt.  This week we are taking you, once again, back to school for a lesson in literary devices.  Remember the apostrophe?  About.com defines apostrophe as, "A figure of speech in which some absent or nonexistent person or thing is addressed as if present and capable of understanding."  That same site provides some excellent examples of apostrophes in classical literature. Check them out and then have a crack at it yourself.  Give us your best 33-word example of an apostrophe. - See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.bqus16g0.dpuf

Dreaming

We loft our hidden wishes

into the dreaming each night.

We escape our onerous tether,

and,

Responsibilities forgotten,

We put on our crown

And rule

The only world that is

Ours to command.

This weekend we're asking for 30 of your own words plus the three following words for a total of 33 words.  

Tether Loft Crown

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Stress Relief

Gentle breeze blowing

The song of the cicadas

Soothes my harried soul.

The prompt is to come up with a haiku. Gesundheit.

 

Sweet Dreams

A boy, 

Afraid of Darkness,

Whispered a wish to the beautiful Moon: 

Watch over me while I sleep!  

The Moon sent her silver beams,

And the Darkness could not find him. 

He slept.

My son and I have this ritual; if we see the moon, we repeat that rhyme "I see the moon and the moon sees me".  This assignment put that rhyme in my head.  

This weekend, we're enlisting your help in shortening our considerably lengthy bedtime routines by giving us a children's bedtime story in exactly 33 words.  It can be an old favorite reimagined or a work that is entirely your own.  We only ask that your story not leave our kids with visions of the boogie man dancing in their heads.  These tired bones thank you in advance. - See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.yN9EBgPT.dpuf

Promise

A vow

the dead of a cold sky

above still silence

fades from memory as

small buds of

fecund greenery burst

toward the

citrine in blue

until

All fades away

Gone once more



Yeah, that's all I got in the lobby of Carmax, while my son kept trying to climb into the display models.  

This weekend's prompt is to write 33 words exactly inspired by the following photo project by Eirik Solheim.  Each slice of the photo compilation is a different day of the year, taken from the same location.

Here's the still shot:

Mrs. Worthington's Mincemeat

The judges were effusive:

Such a sublime melding!

Brandy,

raisins,

citrus,

and beef!

And then the last judge

bit down on a tooth,

Resulting in disqualification

For the unsanitary use of Mr. W.

Prompt: 33 words using the word tooth.  For the record, I dislike mincemeat.