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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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

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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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She is the Rain ~ Trifecta on Tryst

She is the Rain ~ Trifecta on Tryst

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Again with this!

She is wild. She always has been.

While her eyes scream rebellion, her heart is soft, remember?

What is it about the weather that always makes her run?

Maybe she is the rain.

 

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A Trifecta Piece

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This weekend, we are revisiting a prompt we’ve done before.  We are giving you three words and asking that you add another 33 to them to make a complete 36-word response.  You may use the words in any order you choose.

Our three words are:

Remember

Rain

Rebellion 

 

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Already Me

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Already Me
 
With a strength
That surprises most
So I hold on
To my lonely beating
Soul, and listen as
The steps of the
Unknown
Grow closer to me
To the air I own, yet
Nothing owns me…
 
I have grown comfortable
In my skin
I am feeling content
As the woman I am
In tune with the
Rhythms of my body
The cycles of the
Pages of the
Chapters of my life
That is me, I
Own the strength that
Surprises me so…
 
Much like the river
Dances & flows with
Earth and all its changing
Essence, I too can dance
Like the best of them
Whimsical mysteries of
Spirits becoming
Women, in this thing
We call life
I tell my story
Piece by piece…
 
As the moments unfold
And time goes by
I realize that all I’ve ever searched for
Was right here, was me, it was always I…
 
Words can be thrown at me
To damage and to bruise
Using these tools to move forward
I refuse
To look in the back
My rear view of yesterday
Defeated me not
I stand to fight this very day
Pushing forward
On a quest to be
Everything I have been
All that is already me
 
~ J. Lefever ~
(03/21/13)
 
For strength.
For perseverance.
A feel good piece.
 
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And… So… I Wait

And… So… I Wait

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The subject matter has been quite redundant

But still I wait so patiently

For this time to pass

It has been so long since I’ve seen the sun

Or felt warmth on my face

But still I wait so silent

In the nights of cold and midnight black

Which paints the sky and the streets

The frozen land, dressed in ice

Which brought death to all living things

Not just mother earths botanic decorations

And still I wait so full of hope

That the day is soon

To melt the ice into waters

Waters to feed the land and bring back to life

To watch before my own eyes

The burst of color with the re-birth of spring

And still I wait so anxiously

For my eyes to burn with the warmth of the sun

And for the sun to kiss my skin

For this, I wait

Waiting so patiently

 

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This was done for Visdare: Waiting

 

As I schedule this week’s VisDare, I am waiting for a lot of things.

 

Waiting for certain things in life to move on and leave me alone.

Waiting for other things to come.

Waiting on people, the mail, appointments, promises to be fulfilled.

Everyone’s waiting for something.

What are you – or your characters – waiting for?

 

In 150 words, what am I waiting for…

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