Trifecta Writing Challenge: Mask

Rules for Trifecta Writing Challenge:

Write a piece for the word, using the third definition. The piece must be no less than 33 words and no more than 333 words. You have to use the word given to you.

It’s been 17 years since the world was very much destroyed.
The enemies had won, they had taken over the land.
I think we also let our pretty planet Earth down as well.
She has been polluted for some many years that she has decided to give some of it back..
At least she still likes a few of us still, since she hasn’t taken away our oxygen yet.
If you were to go outside for a period of time, you have to wear a mask and full outfit to protect yourself.
In all honestly, the safest place for you is in doors.
At first, when people were hearing it on the news of the deaths of people who had died of inhaling toxic.
My uncle just thought everybody was kidding about it so he walked out his front door and died right there as he made the last step off the porch.
People started blaming our enemies, when it was really us who had done it.
Earth doesn’t kid around, I’m sure doing this wouldn’t be the only thing she’ll do to the ones who live here.
I begin to isolate myself and had my mom switch my curtains to black linings.
After the enemies issued a full requirement in every household, if you had to go outside you had to wear the masks and body suit.
My folks wear it going to work and everywhere else.
My little cousin even has one and she’s only two.
I don’t have a suit, because I am never leaving this house again.

Trifecta Writing Challenge: Grace

Rules for Trifecta Writing Challenge:

Write a piece for the word, using the third definition. The piece must be no less than 33 words and no more than 333 words. You have to use the word given to you.

The mood was set, and the lights were lit.
They could hear the orchestra in the distance.
Warming up as the crowd continued to grow.
The other dancers stretched their weakened feet.
They fixed their hair, makeup, and costumes.
The backstage was full of scared young dancers.
As they practiced one last time before the show was to start.
They took a look in the mirror before they left to go up the stairs.

The curtains rise.
The dancers danced full of grace and serenity.
For the one moment they became angels dancing on the beautifully lit stage.
There wasn’t a storyline to be shared by words.
It was all the dancers twirling around on their tippy toes.
You couldn’t tell that some of them had injuries or problems outside their work.
They looked lovely.
They made you envy them.
Even if you didn’t have the body for it, you still wanted it all.

It took them years to master the skill.
It took them hard work and dedication to get to that place.
It’s not all about pretty faces and gorgeous lines to make it in this world of ballet.

Trifexta: Haiku

This is kind of strange to do a post for Trifecta’s weekend challenge: Trifexta without having a 33 word count, but I guess since a Haiku only has three lines, I guess that works too! The last time I did a Haiku was in my senior year of high school. I also remember having my aide explain to me three or four times how to do it, because I’m slow and could not figure it out whatsoever. I have seen a writing challenge just for Haiku, a fellow blogger Maggie Grace does them on her blog and Twitter a lot. I think they’re fun and sweet little stories.  I might be a little rusty, but I’m going to attempt this to the best of my ability. If you don’t know what they are,

HAIKU (noun)
: an unrhymed verse form of Japanese origin having three lines containing usually five, seven, and five syllables respectively.

“The heat mixed
With a cool breeze it
Made a storm.”

Trifecta Writing Challenge: Turkey

Rules for Trifecta Writing Challenge:

Write a piece for the word, using the third definition. The piece must be no less than 33 words and no more than 333 words. You have to use the word given to you. The word for this week is TURKEY and the third definition is “three successive strikes in bowling.” And no, I did not know that word meant that too. 

It was the afternoon, my mom and sister were fiddling with their phones while I was bored out of my skull.
I had remembered about the fun times my sister and I had playing with our Wii.
I thought after a few more practices I think I could get better at Just Dance.
After asking for her to play with me, twice.
She finally caved in and said, “I’ll set it up for you, but I’m not going to play with you.”
Inside I was sad, but then again it could help if I just did it by myself.
So I said, “that’s fine” and she set it up for me.
I played a couple of rounds and had my workout for the day.
My legs could only take so much movement before I fall out of my own chair.
So when I took a break, I wondered if we still had those sport games or not.
After bragging about the points I got, I asked my sister if we still the sports.
She said “yes” with a heavy sign, like I was annoying her.
We’re sisters, we’re supposed to do that from time to time.
Anyways, I exit out of Just Dance and attempted to get myself through Tennis and Bowling.
I’ve played Tennis probably twice and I’ve never played Bowling before.
My sister has, she said it was difficult.
Lucky for her, I like challenges.
As long as I don’t fall out of my wheelchair while playing it, I’ll be okay.
Well I tried to do my first swing and failed miserably.
Try holding it with your foot, push the button underneath, while balancing her body on the edge of the seat.
It’s not easy!
Well, in a normal person’s eyes if they saw my score sheet they would say I wasn’t any good, but the turkey was probably my favorite thing about it.
I didn’t see the others.
I told my most and sister.
They were proud of me too!

Trifecta Writing Challenge: Brand

Rules for Trifecta Writing Challenge:

Write a piece for the word, using the third definition. The piece must be no less than 33 words and no more than 333 words. You have to use the word given to you.

The woman laid out on a table, awaiting her fate.
She acted calm and nervous, she didn’t understand why she wanted to torture herself any more than she already has in the past.
She lied there, helpless with her hands and feet bound at the corners of the board.
She felt cold but watched everybody walk around her with their half smiles.
They had glasses of wine in their hands and they dressed in fancy clothes.
She was just part of the entertainment of the party.
She has one other brand placed on the side of right side.
It lets her know where she belongs.
She could feel the heat of the iron stake burning in the fireplace.
As her partner came closer blowing out the flames that covered the outline of a stripe.
She braced herself for the pain at her left side but it still didn’t help.
She took eight deep breaths and then passed out.
When she woke up, she was lying on her couch in her dressing room.
She never takes the pain well and always faints at the end.
When she stood on her feet, she looked at herself in the mirror and saw the red outline of the marking on her body.
It was still sore and tender to the touch.
At the table, she found $100 at her fingertips.
It wasn’t enough for the pain she endured or enough to pay all her climbing bills.
But it’s the price she has to pay to earn money.