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***Trifecta Writing Challenge choose a photo and write 33 words or less metaphor or simile to describe. 

These walls are ever changing,

layered over by those making their mark.

Here, hand wrapped around a sweaty glass,

I remember I am there,

somewhere

close to wood,

my handiwork long covered over.

Violation - Trifecta Writing Challenge
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Dry

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The boy held fast to the gnarled hand as they trudged up the hill. Their provisions were slowing their pace and making their feet sink deeper in the sand. As they crested the transient mound the boy gasped, “We’re late!”

The lights from the caravans looked like fallen stars on the parched landscape, growing fainter as they moved away in their hungry search.“Calm down, we still have time,” huffed his grandfather.

The old man told tales of wet storms with water running down from the sky. Sand and dirt stung the boys cheeks as the wind took up, foretelling a different kind of storm, and reminding the boy that the wet ones were just fairy tales.

Rounding over the crest, a statue knelt before them, revealed by the ever shifting landscape. The boys eyes grew wide. “I didn’t know we could fly?”

The man’s wizened face looked down at him with ancient sadness. “No, Michael, we used to swim.”

**This was a photo prompt for Madison Wood’s Friday Fictioneers.  Always looking for comments and criticism**

The Club

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The thrumming of the base seemed to be coming from all sides, like I was standing inside a beating black heart. Vacant eyes and loose limbs draped across sofas, tables, and each other.

Trifecta Writing Challenge, Trifextra, rule of three in writing, using only 33 words.

Institution

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The last strains of sunlight lingered in the corners, grasping every available point of refraction. She slid her fingertips along the glass wondering if this was all there ever was. Or could be.

The chains on the cell doors rattled and footsteps echoed. She gatherd her hospital gown and quickly lowered herself from her precarious perch, scrambling back against the cement wall. Was it her turn?

**this is for the Trifextra 33 word challenge, Trifecta Writing Challenge, they provided the first 33 words, and I did the rest**

Trifecta 3 word challenge

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In three words, I can sum up everything I’ve learned about love:

Leap of faith

BiTTER

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2007 was my year.  i was named Invention of the Year by Time Magazine.  i was a breakthrough; beautiful, sleek, handheld. There was nothing else like me around. i was a trend-setter, a PiONEER! When i look back i knew my reign wasn’t going to last. With the slogan “This is only the beginning”, it would have been easy to see my days were numbered. But who wants to look down from the top.

And Him. Stu. Took me everywhere. Kept me close. i gave him his whole life, right at his fingertips! But he was just like the rest of them, reeking with the stench of wanting, of having the next best; bigger and better.  Or in my case, lighter, faster, more streamlined.  i should have known he would be the first in the next line.

It all came to an end. First the million dollar Superbowl ads and the full-page newspaper spreads; “The one you’ve been waiting for”, “Twice as fast and half the price”, and my personal favorite, “The most advanced is now more advanced”.

Then you came along. Yeah, you over there, sister. You were so smug, calling me slow poke, big boy, dinosaur.  Well, look at us now. Not so high and mighty anymore, are you? Now we’re all in the same boat. Relegated to the back shelf, collecting dust. But, hey, I heard we may be going back out. Shhh, don’t say anything, but there could be clear acrylic show cases in our future, baby.

Ah, here he comes. Hey, tech-boy with the bad skin in the blue shirt. Put the Funyuns and 5hr Energy down and clean me off, I’m a show piece, I belong in a museum, where they’ll line up to see me again. Hey, wait, put the mini screwdriver down. She’s next, not me, wait, i  — –

***Trifecta Writing Challenge- DINOSAUR