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Eyes blaze bored, scrutinizing her latest meal stumbling in drunken shock.

Hundreds of years lacking companionship tugs her mind.

Floating soundless, debating her dilemma:  mortal or immortal.

He screams.

Irritation fuels his silence.

On to the weekend challenge.  This week we’re again asking you to stand on the shoulders of another writer.  But this time that other writer is you.  Take one of your former Trifecta or Trifextra 33 word entries and build upon it with another 33 words.  If you are new to the challenge you can use a Trifextra entry from one of the other community members, with their permission of course.

These are the first two weekend challenges from which I continued this segment: Crimson Liquid and Survive To Exist


Posted by on September 29, 2012 in fiction, horror, Trifecta



Diablo’s Darling

I introduced Desmond in a previous Trifecta weekend photo prompt, Nothing But Time

The scent of scorched skin tickled Desmond’s nostrils. His stomach growled in appreciation. He took note of the clicking crunches indicating time was temporarily suspended. His eyes remained closed. He was all too familiar with the upcoming chain of events.

Besides having a devious, self-serving sense of humor, Satan enjoys a fine collection of scrumptious looking females he’s seduced into giving up their souls. If one could say Satan had a weakness, it would be voluptuous women who teetered far from having strong thinking abilities.

Desmond knew, without looking, he was in the presence of a new Diablo Darling.

A fresh cloud of scorched skin drifted by. His stomach demanded a taste test. The Diablo Darling twisted slowly towards the rumbling. Desmond cursed his hunger pains, listening to the soft snorts of air. Reptile-like eyes rested on Desmond, seeking evidence of movement. Satisfied there wasn’t cause for concern, she continued walking through the tarried passengers. Desmond took the opportunity to open his eyes.

Eyes flicker red as he drinks in the beauty before him. He wonders how many Lust Demons will feel the wrath of Satan for messing with this immortal morsel. He watches, amused, as she becomes familiar with her non-human body parts. Apparently, her brightness factor is on the opposite spectrum of her devious looks.

Mesmerized with the hoofs extending at the end of long tan legs, she does a jig of sorts, giggling. The dance routine shifts to an awkward rendition of tap dancing. Her tongue slithers from her mouth as she squints her eyes in concentration. Startled, she reaches for her tongue, pulling it, eyes crossed, attempting to get a better look.

Desmond chuckles. The Diablo Darling emits a hiss of surprise and fear. He stands, his face metamorphosing into his true demon-state. She lumbers towards Desmond, a slide show of emotions displaying on her face, settling on curiosity.

The two face each other, staring.

NEW (adjective)
1: having recently come into existence
2 a (1) : having been seen, used, or known for a short time (2) : unfamiliar
b : being other than the former or old
3: having been in a relationship or condition but a short time


Posted by on June 7, 2012 in horror, Trifecta


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It wasn’t the first time your existence vaporized from memory.

Panic tumbles as I attempt and fail to recall.

Flames of pain surge through my soul, licking the scarred reminders.

Better to remember?

Better to forget?

I wonder.

This weekend’s prompt is a return to the 33-word formula. One of the earliest Trifextra challenges asked you to complete a story of which the opening five words had been given. And that’s exactly what we want you to do again this weekend.
Complete the following story in 33 words:
‘It wasn’t the first time.’


Posted by on June 2, 2012 in poem, Trifecta, writing prompts



Nothing But Time

For this weekend’s Trifecta, we return to a photo prompt. Your task is to use the photo as inspiration for a story or poem of between 33 and 333 words.

Who says Satan doesn’t have a sense of humor? Desmond thought, hoisting the heavy black bag securely on his shoulder. A slender business woman, focused on texting, bumped his bag. Desmond emitted a low growl of agitation as she continued to walk, oblivious. There was a time his growl would have instilled a morbid fear in the stranger. Desmond sensed her insecurity regarding her looks as he stared after her. He wanted to age her instantly as punishment for the slight infraction.

Situating his bag, Desmond cursed Satan, again, for removing his powers. He envisioned Satan sitting in the melting heat of Hell, surrounded by mindless minions. How many times had Desmond been on the other end, watching those punished by Satan’s wrath? Countless hours of watching Satan’s version of reality t.v. Oh, how they’d howled with laughter at the doomed cast from Satan’s good graces. Satan didn’t pride himself  on the torture in the pits of Hell. No, he enjoyed taking an annoying snippet of your mortal life, causing you to relive it for eternity.

Desmond sighed, a faint trail of smoke evaporating from his nostrils. His own personal snippet was his intense hatred for traveling. Packed in overflowing air terminals, surrounded by p-e-o-p-l-e. He shuddered. He’d always harbored a distaste for his fellow mankind. This made him an easy target for Satan’s slick-talking, webbed tongue. Funny, most people thought Satan’s tongue was forked. Desmond knew first hand this was one of many untruths regarding Satan.

Reaching the terminal, his amber eyes, tinged red at the iris, scanned the departure board. Anger surged through his head. Delayed. Again! It was the same every time. Delays. Layovers. The cycle repeated itself. How long has it been? he vaguely wondered.

Settling in the uncomfortable waiting room chair, his eyes flickered to the clock on the wall. He watched as time  literally slowed down. Snorting, he closed his eyes. The tune, “Time Is On My Side”, played continuously in his head as he waited.


Posted by on May 19, 2012 in Trifecta, writing prompts


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A Heavenly Mother’s Day

The adult in me knew you were not immortal.

The child in me secretly hoped you were.

Now you’re nestled with those who left before you.

Your first Heavenly Mother’s Day with wings.

Your challenge is to write anything you want, in whichever form you please, so long as your response is exactly 33 words and includes the word “mother.”


Posted by on May 12, 2012 in Trifecta


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I Just Called to Say I Love You

The last ring overshadowed by her cell phone chirping, ‘You have mail.’

Blurry eyes fumble for the offender. Clumsy push of ‘Read’ button.

Eyes adjust.

She becomes mentally numb.

‘Peek-a-boo! I found you!’

     The phone rang at 4am.

In 33 words weekend challenge


Posted by on March 3, 2012 in Trifecta


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Got X-rays?

Credit: Meghan McCabe

“I think we can pull it off. I remember her saying once she’d never been to the dentist.

We’ll leave these teeth, along with some of her things. Everyone will assume it’s her.” 

weekend 33 word challenge


Posted by on February 25, 2012 in Trifecta


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