Anton

The steam rose on the square after the summer rain, and like ghosts, the people of the village drifted back. The sun blazed. Barefoot, Anton ran over the pavers jumping in warm puddles.

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I prepared this post so as to participate in this weekend's Trifextra over at TrfectaWritingChallenge.com.

Trifextra - Welcome to My World

It's difficult for me to participate in Trifextra because I am adrift in a sea of half-done traffic studies. Dirty laundry clogs my engines, and dishes have piled up to create little reefs.

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I have written this so as to participate in the weekend writing contest over at TrifectaWritingChallenge.com.

This weekend, we are to write 33 words of hyperbole!

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Trifect Entry - Amy's Story

Amy tried not to dwell on the fact that she was adopted. Of course, she knew. She had always known. For one thing, she was Asian - an almond-eyed exotic orchid in the middle of a family of blond American daisies.

Also, there were the snippets of memory. The little flashes, like scenes from old movies, would usually come when she was lying in bed trying to go to sleep. Amy had been adopted as a three year old. She was twelve now, but she had these vague memories. A smiling Chinese woman - her mother? Mountains. A fall into a cold lake.

Amy tried to suppress the memories. They made her feel lost and lonely, and then guilty, as though she were betraying her family here in America.

So, Amy always did her best not to think about China, until the day that she got the note, and the dragon came crashing through the door.

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I have prepared this post so as to participate in the TrifectaWritingChallenge. click over and take a look! Anyone can participate, and it is a lot of fun and a bit of a writing work out!

This is paraphrased selection from a screenplay I am working on...

Trifextra: Nabokov Quote

...the eye encountered all sorts of stratagems, such as pale-blue and pink underwear cakewalking on a clothesline, or a lady’s bicycle and a striped cat oddly sharing a rudimentary balcony of cast iron...


Speak, Memory, Vladimir Nabokov

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I have copied this Nabokov quote so as to participate in the Trifextra Weekend Challenge. This weekend, we are to find a quote of exactly 33 words...

I like this by Nabokov from the end of 'Speak, Memory.' It is serendipitious and fanciful...

Trifecta Writing Challenge 63: What Richard Did

"Don't think about it," James told himself as he rode to London. The weather, itself, seemed to share in his misery. Darkness was falling on a grey day. It was drizzling steadily, and a sharp, cold wind compelled Sir James Tyrell to pull his collar up around his neck.

Only one servant rode with him, the loyal Tom. It would have been better to have no witnesses, but he needed one other man for what he was about to do.

The horses plodded on, but neither man spoke as they drew closer to London. There was nothing to discuss. Sir James' path had been set for him when he threw in his lot with Richard III in his bid for the throne.

Everyone knew that sooner or later something would have to be done about the Princes in the Tower. The claim of Richard III would always be questioned as long as the princes were alive.

Sir James had been dreading the day that Richard would summon him about the princes. He knew that as Richard's oldest and most loyal ally, that that day would come, and when it did he was almost grateful for the opportunity to finally do it and end the anxious waiting.

He had not told Tom exactly what they were about to do. He had merely said that the king had ordered them to go to the Tower to see the princes. But, the look of shock, followed by a look of grim resignation that registered on Tom's face let Sir James know that Tom understood their mission.

Far too soon, the lights of London appeared in the distance. Woodenly, James began to instruct Tom. They would use the princes' pillows.


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This is my entry for this week's Trifecta at http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/02/trifecta-week-sixty-three.html

What do you think? Please comment! Also, please consider joining in! It's fun; good writing practice; and you meet cool people!

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Trifextra Week 53: Set 'em Up, And Knock 'em Down

"You help her get the job knowing his weakness for hot girls. He harrasses her; gets fired... You waltz in and take his job."

"You act like I orchestrated it all..."

"Didn't you?"

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This is my entry for this weekend's Trifextra at TrifectaWritingChallenge.com.

This weekend's contest is to write exactly 33 words of dialogue. What do you think? Please comment! Also, please consider joining in! It's fun; good writing practice; and you meet cool people!

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