Category Life

Juggernaut – Trifextra Week 77

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 This weekend, the Trifecta team have supplied us with these three words –

– ring

– water

– stage

We need to add another thirty and send back a total of thirty three for their delight and delectation. I assume that they would like something cohesive from us, rather than just a random collection of words – oh the temptation to string together offerings such as dodecahedron and antidisestablishmentarianism, with no punctuation or linkage…

Resist, resist, resist…

I hope you enjoy my offering – please visit here to read many more!

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– Juggernaut –

The shrill ring shatters your sleep.

Your mouth shrieks for water.

Fearful, knowing.

‘Hello?’

That stage in your life has come.

Too soon; too late to say all that needed to be said.

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Ghost – Trifextra Week 75

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This week, the Trifecta team have taken pity on us, after last week’s prescriptive challenge. This time round, just 33 words, on any theme we like. Ah, freedom (of sorts)!

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– Ghost –

This is where my heart splintered.

There – is where healing began.

When I thought I saw you – distance fracturing my certainty –

I understood my wishful thinking.

And the tear rent wide.

Once more.

Unreachable – Friday Fictioneers

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Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!

Copyright - David Stewart

Copyright – David Stewart

– Unreachable –

I can’t reach you any more. You’re distant, your eyes aren’t with me. You look the same, but you’re no longer you.

I think about when we were small, and the world seemed so big. Even though it was just our back yard, the brambles and creepers were our jungle, our wilderness, our desert, our uncharted territories. We were mercenaries, vagabonds and pirates. We climbed the mainsail to the crow’s nest, shouted out ‘Land Ahoy!’ and hoisted a Jolly Roger high, so achingly, heart-stoppingly high, from the old oak tree above our heads.

I can’t reach you now. You just see a ladder, where I still see adventure. You’ve let the world crush you.

You’re gone.

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