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Kriah – Trifecta Week 85

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Below is my offering for week 85′s challenge word, which is ‘fly’. As you will see from the relevant blog post, the challenge is to write between 33 and 333 words of fiction, non-fiction, poetry or prose, based on the 3rd definition from the Merriam Webster’s Online Dictionary.  This week the 3rd definition of ‘fly’ is:

3a : to move, pass, or spread quickly
b : to be moved with sudden extreme emotion
c : to seem to pass quickly

Here’s my offering below – I hope you like it! Please check here for the other entries!

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– Kriah –

I will give wings to my rage and let it fly.

I will shout, scream and vent my pain –

in silence.

The sounds in my head will deafen me,

drowning out the joy of you.

 

This is not what you want

for me.

 

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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)!

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

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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.

Crude – Trifecta Week 84

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Below is my offering for week 84′s challenge word, which is ‘crude’. As you will see from the relevant blog post, the challenge is to write between 33 and 333 words of fiction, non-fiction, poetry or prose, based on the 3rd definition from the Merriam Webster’s Online Dictionary.  This week the 3rd definition of ‘crude’ is:

3.marked by the primitive, gross, or elemental or by uncultivated simplicity or vulgarity <a crude stereotype>

Here’s my offering below – I hope you like it! Please check here for the other entries!

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– Oversold –

“Are we absolutely certain that this is the best that they can offer? The rumours promised so much more.”

“I agree. The hype has really oversold… this…”

The two experts gaze at the artefacts in front of them. The archaeologist reminisces on the months of back-breaking work invested by him, not to mention his team. The artist attempts to bury the wild hopes and dreams he had harboured for aeons, all the while hearing his wife’s warning ringing in his ears: “Don’t get your hopes up, you’ll only be disappointed!”

“I tell you one thing, though,” he mutters to his colleague. “They knew how to market themselves. Talk about oversold!”

“Hmm.” The archaeologist straightens his shoulders, releasing pent up tension – a combination of the gathering excitement that had been building for what felt like a lifetime, and the remnants of months of travelling in cramped quarters. “Remember, their methods of communication were crude at best. No finesse, back then.”

“Much like their art, so it seems.”

The colleagues sigh in unison. The artist shakes his head. “We might as well go. There’s nothing for us here.”

“Yes. This place is of no use to us. Poor air, poor archaeology, poor art.”

“I’d better record the names of the pieces, for our files,” said the artist, making brief notes in his book. “I wonder who this woman was, ‘La Gioconda’?”

“No idea. Nor do I care. Her beauty is as sub-standard as their ‘art’.”

The colleagues pick up their tools, making their way back to their vehicle, now ready for launch. The return to Imakon Zandar II was going to be long and despondent. Planet Earth had been terribly, terribly disappointing.

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