Shadows of Fire ~ Tryst Fiction

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Shadows of Fire

 

There was a time when our fire burnned deep between us.

It was like we would never grow old and tired.

The passion and energy would build higher and higher with each moment we spent together.

Then life happened and your fire was slightly dimmer each year.

Yet, you can still see my passion, if you watch the shadows of my spirit that follow me, as you continue to walk the other way.

 

~J. Lefever~

 

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~This piece is written for Lillie McFerrin ~

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Five Sentence Fiction – Shadows

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.

 

This week: SHADOWS

 

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Battered Wings ~ Tryst Fiction

Five Sentence Fiction ~ Tryst Fiction

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Battered Wings

Tattered and torn, she still carries her wings.

She has been battered and bruised watching over me.

The task has not been easy, as I have lived a dangerous life.

She was given a girl who chose the darkest roads.

Yet, she has watched over her, guiding her home with light every night.

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This piece is done for Lillie McFerrin

Five Sentence Fiction – Angles

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What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.

This week: ANGLES

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Wall of Words ~ Tryst Fiction

Wall of Words ~ Tryst Fiction

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I walked up to the wall where thousands had already stood.

My eyes falling upon the written messages of those who came to see the devastation.

The aftermath of crumbled stone and broken glass was everywhere, in the center of the city.

I run my hand over the wall of words.

The only thing left standing is now a shrine of lyrical hope.

 

 ~ J. Lefever

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A Lillie McFerrin Piece ~ Five Sentence Fiction

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What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.

 

This week: WORDS

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A Business Endeavour ~ Trifecta on Tryst

A Business Endeavour ~ Trifecta on Tryst

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I couldn’t have asked for a more profitable business endeavour.

 

It worked out flawlessly! By the time I am gone, they will never know what hit them! I bought the entire company for a fraction of what it is worth, and sold it in parts to different investors. The development of this plan was pure brilliance. I always had a knack for taking things apart. Who knew it would work with a multi-million dollar company and look so good on paper!

 

I was beaming when I walked out of the conference room. I had made some good contacts and networked some top-notch VIP’s in the industry. Some nice jewels to add to my rolodex. I shook hands with the last of the men whose money I was happy to be taking and picked up my briefcase, which was filled with crisp C-notes, enough to make it rain all the way to my car.

 

I had a certain, Je ne sais quoi, when I stood waiting for the elevator to take me down to the lobby. I felt like I was finally worthy of walking across the marble floors of the building. I pushed the heavy glass doors open and stepped out into the evening air. Dusk was upon the city and the city never looked better. A growing metropolis full of opportunity, and there I was. I had arrived just like I had once dreamed. The city was mine for the taking and this was just the beginning.

 

When I got back to my place, I looked around. It is definitely time for a new place.

 

I opened my briefcase and picked up a stack of perfect one hundred-dollar bills and I tossed it into the air, watching them flutter and float down, landing softly around me.

 

I always wanted to do that. When I made it big, I knew I would. Make it rain!

 

 ~ J. Lefever

This is a work of Fiction

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 A Trifecta Piece ~ Week Seventy-One 

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On to this week’s one-word prompt which, this week, is inspired by the recent arrival of the Hong Kong monsoons and the start of April in general.

rain (transitive verb)
1: to pour down
2: to give or administer abundantly <rained blows on his head>

 
3: 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).
 
  • Your response must be between 33 and 333 words. 
  • You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post. 
  • The word itself needs to be included in your response. 
  • You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above. 
  • Only one entry per writer. 
  • If your post doesn’t meet our requirements, please leave your link in the comments section, not in the linkz. 
  • Trifecta is open to everyone. Please join us. 

This weeks word is ~ Rain

 Good luck!
 
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Club Seamless ~ Tryst Fiction

Club Seamless ~ Tryst Fiction

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An Interview ~

Her: I can’t imagine doing anything else for a living. I get off on the lights, the glitter, the barely-there fringe that leaves the men on the edge of their seat, and my body moving to the beat of the music while the base rattles through the floor. I love my job. I get to drink when I want to, sleep all day, take money from desperate and lonely men and make up stories about where I come from. Everyday, I can be someone new! Each lap I sit on, I get to decide what can and can’t happen. While I am on the stage, they stare and drool for me!! Leaving with the fantasies that only my sexiest body movements puts into their minds… the rest is their imagination. But they imagine me!! They fantasize about me!! And the paper… oh, the paper work is good. Staks up to a grand some nights, enough to make my shit rain. Those are the nights when I go home, still covered in sequins and glitter, throw my paper into the air, just to watch it fall to the floor around me. Stacks are hard to make in just a few hours work these days, a workin man will break his back for a stack, I just shake a lil skin in a dark club and I can make a stack! Why would I ever think of not dancing? I work the night hours and fill my pockets with stacks!! I get to choose who gets a private dance or not, I call the shots!! 

Her: I don’t really know how else to make paper like this. My momma was a dancer. I remember being a little girl. Momma would bring me to the club with her and leave me back stage. She let me play with the make-up and the little outfits but told me to stay in the back. I was never allowed to come up front, even look. It would be my ass if I even stole a peak up front! It didn’t stop me though, I looked out to the stage. I knew, that first moment I saw a girl dancing, I wanted to be on that stage. I wanted to control a crowd like that.

 

Tryst: I see what you are saying. You think you have control over your life. You think you are your own boss, is that right?

 

Her: I am my own boss!! I say who gets what when I’m dancin’!! You bet yo’ ass I run me!! People only wish they had the power of a night temptress!!

 

Tryst: So, you make stacks, you call your own shots and you lure in the men with false promises and cheap costumes and you think others are envious of this? What about blow jobs? Do you hand those out by choice?

 

Her: Shit!! Now, that’s a lotta work!! They don’t call that a job for nothin!! Maybe for some stacks… maybe for some stacks…

 

~ J. Lefever

This is a Work of Fiction.

This has no reflection on the things that I would do for ‘stacks’!! Just something fun to get me out of my head this afternoon. XoXo

 

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Flame on the Horizon ~ Tryst Fiction

Flame on the Horizon ~ Tryst Fiction

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I can’t tell you if we will ever go back there.

The events of last night will haunt us for years to come.

Dreams, reality and nightmares, it was everything.

I reached for his hand and we walked away from it all.

Leaving the red flame of the horizon far behind us.

 

 

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A Lillie McFerrin Piece ~ Five Sentence Fiction

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What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.

 

This week’s word: Flame

 

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No Such Luck ~ Trifecta on Tryst

No Such Luck

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Days turned into weeks. Weeks became months. My soul had become as grey as the winter outside of my window. Flowers arrived daily, along with cards, candy and stuffed animals. Mostly stuffed bunnies because my dad told everyone that they were my favorite, ever since I was a child.

The thing is, I am not a child anymore. I am not old either. I am thirty-one years old and I’m laying here dying of cancer. I know that I’m supposed to be positive, but for what? We have tried everything. Every treatment possible. But the cancer grows, inside of me, like an unwanted villain. Putting an expiration date on me like I’m something disposable, something gone rotten if not used up quick enough. Am I rotten on the inside?

Some of my friends have started to visit me less. Maybe it’s because of the haze of gloom that hangs around me like the fog over the city. Maybe because my once positive, pulsating personality is now that of a cynical pessimist. I don’t blame them. But it makes me feel like my disease is contagious. I am not contagious!

I hear of people who beat this. Oprah had someone on her show just last week. I watched the show while I lay here dying, wanting to throw something at the T.V. and break it, break it like my life has been broken, break it like my family is now broken, break it like my spirit which is broken!

Why couldn’t have I been that person? Why couldn’t I have been so lucky?

~ J. Lefever

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This is a Trifecta Piece – Week Seventy

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LUCKY (adjective)

1: having good luck
2: happening by chance : fortuitous
3: producing or resulting in good by chance : favorable

Please remember:

  • Your response must be between 33 and 333 words. 
  • You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post. 
  • The word itself needs to be included in your response. 
  • You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above. 
  • Only one entry per writer. 
  • If your post doesn’t meet our requirements, please leave your link in the comments section, not in the linkz. 
  • Trifecta is open to everyone. Please join us. 

Good luck!

This week’s word is lucky.  

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