The funeral had been hard to sit through. Her sons were angry and sad and didn’t know just how much he was missed.
Mary sighed as her eldest slammed the door behind him.
This isn’t what I meant.
Written for this week’s Trifextra challenge: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2014/02/trifextra-week-103.html
A little interlude somewhere in the Former Guardian story after her estranged husband dies.
Study, work, never any rest. Oh for the days when sunlight was all I needed! Now I am mortal, fragile and perfect. There is a chance at life ahead of me. Sacrifice acceptable.
Written for this week’s Trifextra. I made sure that this week was a 33-word challenge. Last week I thought it was and it drove me mad only to discover I’d mixed things up! laughs
http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2014/01/trifextra-week-101.html
You say I’m quaint. I don’t think you understand. I’ve lived through the rise and fall of empires, civilizations waste away to nothing. I have survive with some part of my mind intact.
Written for this week’s Trifecta challenge. I was going to write about my family, but I couldn’t confine that to just 33 words. shrugs So I went with one of my characters instead and even that was a little difficult. I’m just really wordy.
http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2014/01/trifecta-week-110.html
Trifecta’s been a heaven-send for me. There are times when I know what I want to write, but there’s no way to get it out of my head and down to my fingers. These prompts have helped with that and I am very grateful for them.
So, thank you, Trifecta!
The first time I saw…
Those eyes look back at me, I saw in them one more like me. I was not as alone as I had thought. Now I sit warm, my cat next to me, alive.
Written for this week’s Trifecta about my cat who claimed me, not the other way around, soon after I lost my previous cat to old age. She’s not at all like Tommy was and for that I love her all the more. She didn’t try to replace him, just carved a new niche for herself in my life.
http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2014/01/trifextra-week-100.html
Vocality is overrated
Ongoing lack of words, not a problem.
I‘m starting to see where this is going.
Conspiracy against me by the children?
Everything is starting to come together.
Life is never going to be the same because
Overall? I’m pretty sure that this will run it’s course.
So what is the reaction to laryngitis?
Simple word tossed around: whatever.
Written for this week’s Trifecta and thoughts on my lack of voice since the New Year started. The kids have actually been pretty decent about my inability to order them around. grins
“Father, forgive me.” she whispered even as she brought the weapon in her hands down over his head.
The old man slumped over in his chair, the book that had been in his hands hit the floor with a dull thump. his head tilted against the side of the wing-back armchair he had been sitting in before the fire that continued to crackle on in front of him.
The old man had been kind to her in a way that not many had ever been. He wasn’t her father, but he had been someone’s. Even now she could see the pictures hanging on the walls with faces smiling at her from still frames.
He had never talked about the children he and his wife had before her death, but she could tell that he had loved them. She didn’t know why he was alone during this time of year, but he had taken her in off the streets and given her a place to stay during the blizzard that continued to blow even now. She glanced out the window at the wash of white that reflected the light of the fire. It was bright out tonight, as bright as it had been when she’d first slumped on the porch, no knowing that it even was a porch. He’d found her when he’d gone out to fetch more wood for the fire, but she was unconscious by then.
For all his kindness, there had been an evil in him that he hadn’t been aware of. An evil that she could feel and she mourned having to do this, but knew that he would break free of whatever it was that was holding in the evil before the snow had finished settling and the blizzard had passed.
She didn’t like thinking about how she knew this, just accepted the fact that she knew it and needed to take steps in order to stop it, no matter how distasteful those steps were.
She would burn the body once the blizzard stopped, but until then he would be placed in the woodshed where his frozen body would not decay.
With trembling fingers she closed his sightless eyes.
“I’m sorry, Father.” she whispered once again.
Written for this week’s Trifecta challenge and no I have no idea where this story came from. It demanded to be written as vaguely as possible and wouldn’t leave me be.
http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/12/trifecta-week-108.html
Cookie crumbs litter faces of children holding half-empty cups of chocolate. Snow has melted into their hair and there is a parade of clothing drying in the bathroom.
Eyes shining brighter than stars.
Written for this week’s Trifecta challenge.
http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/12/trifextra-week-ninety-eight.html
She hadn’t wanted to do it, but in the end it had been for the best. That’s what they always said, wasn’t it? That the hard decisions had to be made for the betterment of everyone else?
Why did that not fill her with joy? Why did it only fill her with a resigned sorrow that penetrated her very bones?
But…
She glanced back at the small child playing behind her and a sad smile stretched across her face as she felt her heart melt.
But maybe this really will set things to right.
With her decision made, she stepped away from the nursery and out into the hall, one of her hands forming a hilt of light that ignited into a rapier.
This really is for the best.
Written for this week’s Trifecta challenge.
http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/12/trifecta-week-107.html
Sitting here and remember different times in life when I was this frozen. The last time I remember being this cold was my senior year in high school where our gas was turned off. We could afford some food and the rent and some of the electricity bill. It snowed a lot that winter as I recall, but miraculously no one got sick.Our house was well insulated and we had lots of lovely wool sweaters brought back by my sister from Germany.
The coldest moment that winter would be one day when it was blizzard-ing on my way in to school. The entrance hall was filled with slush and I was late for class. With a hurried gait and a sleep-deprived mind I ran through the doors of my high school.
slip SPLASH
With my tush growing cold in the slush and my head slightly ringing from the impact I lay there. Several other teens rushed over.
“Are you all right?!”
“That HAD to hurt!”
“I think she’s stunned!”
With a gasp of breath I regain my air and promptly lose it by laughing almost hysterically.
“I wish I could have seen that!” I gasp out between breaths as everyone just kind of stares at me.
Written for this week’s Trifecta challenge:
http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/12/trifecta-week-106.html
The room spins about her and she is lost, so very lost. She has never been dizzy before in her life, at least, not physically. Now it is too common a thing and her husband assures her that it is normal for someone in her condition to have sudden cases of vertigo all over the place.
She has been confined to bed by the doctors that her husband hires to check up on her and she takes all the medicine that they prescribe, worry for her small blessing pushing her to trust in the better knowledge of such people. The fact that her child will be very different from other children does not lower her worry, it heightens it instead. Even with her natural healing abilities she worries that her fledgling will not live to see it’s birth.
What she is not aware of is that the ‘medicine’ that she is taking is not all healing. A great many of them are instead for something far more sinister. normally she would have been able to tell. Her senses were better than his, but they were also dulled after spending so much time away from the natural aromas of earth. The pregnancy of a hybrid child was also throwing her senses even further out of balance.
“I wonder where my life will go after this.” she whispered to herself as the lights in the castle, for it was a proper castle now, were slowly extinguished.
She watched out her window as soon the only lights were in the corners of the castle as the watchmen kept the grounds safe. She never interacted with the men in the castle, other than her husband and the doctors he hired. She didn’t interact with a lot of the women either.
Human life was far more different than she thought it would be when she had been plucked from her forest home.
Written for this week’s Trifecta challenge:
http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/11/trifecta-week-105.html
Breathing In 