Trifecta Writing Challenge: Tush

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. PS: I’m not really familiar with Hanukkah, so I apologize in advance if I get some things wrong. I did look up certain things I wasn’t too sure about, but the rest I’m still on the fence about though. I hope you like it anyways and get a good laugh out of it. Oh, by the way, the word prompt is actually TUSH so I had to make it kind of humorous.

Three days after Thanksgiving, it was time for Hanukkah.
It is always a heartwarming holiday in my family, because it’s more than just a tradition.
It’s about being around family and enjoying our time together.
One time, while my grandparents were sleeping and my parents, aunts, and uncles were cooking for dinner.
My brothers, sisters, and our cousins were playing in the living room.
We were just playing a nice game of cards.
It somehow got turned into a wrestling match after I lost one of the games.
My little sisters and cousins laughed at me and but I wanted revenge against my older brother who beat me.
So we began to wrestle around on the floor and it lasted only five minutes, or until my aunt came in and told us to knock it off.
He stood up and helped me up, but let go of my hand too soon and I stumbled to keep my balance and I fell over backwards into our family’s table that had our menorah on it.
We had already had three of the candles lit and leave it to my tush to fall on the side of it.
I had long hair at the time and after being on the floor, the hair bow came out and I ended up catching my hair on fire.
Everybody in my family freaked out because not only was my hair on fire, but so was my shirt too.
While my siblings and cousins were laughing, all of the adults were mad.
My grandparents were just glad I didn’t take out the lights with my tush when I fell.
Now every year, somebody in my family makes a joke about it.
This year my fiancée is joining us and I’m afraid that will be the first story my grandparents or oldest brother will tell on our first night together.
Oh, well it could have been a lot worse than it turned out be.

Trifecta: Boo! Boo! Boo!

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. Some of this is true, but the rest is fictional.

Mackenzie sat backstage with microphone in hand.
She took things very serious and trained her voice for this song.
She wanted everybody to like it–like her–but she was afraid of the backlash.
As she sat backstage on one of the chairs, she kept thinking of the negative thoughts.
The other girls were singing their hearts out to songs that didn’t match their style, voice.
She dressed in her red dress and had her brown hair down over her shoulders.
She let her mom put on red lipstick to give her sophistication she needed to feel confident.
But she could not escape her thoughts inside.
Boo! Boo! Boo!” they chanted at the end of her song.
She pictured herself running out off that stage like she was being chased by a monster.
She crumbled to the ground and as the others watched her cry her eyes out.
Nobody bothered to comfort her and she felt alone.
She knew that she wouldn’t win the contest.
“Mackenzie. Mackenzie, are you ready?” Mr. Tabor, her choir teacher asked her.
“Oh! Yeah, I just had the worst daymare ever.” Mackenzie said as she wiped her face with her hands.
“Daymare? What is that?” Mr. Tabor said confused.
“A daymare is a mixture of a daydream and a nightmare. You didn’t know that? You need to get out more.” Mackenzie said as she tried to drain her thoughts.
“You ready then?” Mr. Tabor said as he rearranged his music sheets before leaving her to gain herself.
The last girl walked backstage to go back upstairs with the rest of the girls.
She just smiled at Mackenzie like she didn’t have a shot in hell.
Well, Mackenzie was going to prove not only her wrong, but herself as well.

Trifextra: A Monster In The Tub

It’s been a few weeks since I’ve done anything to do with Trifecta. This weekend’s challenge seemed pretty easy, until I had to get the words down. Thank god Microsoft has that “word count” button. It’s a big life saver for me. Anyways, before I go on, I wanted to explain where I got the idea about this. When I was a kid, if I was in the bathroom at all I would make friends around the bathroom. Imaginary friends, had little names for the window, the tub, the sink, the rags, etc. I was lonely and apparently bored. So when I read about this weekend’s challenge those lovely memories came back to me and I decided to pull the idea from that. I hope you enjoy this little story.


Suzie stands by the sink to wash her hands. She hears a faint voice say, “Is the coast clear?” She looks into the tub. She starts screaming. “I guess not” said the tub.

Trifecta Writing Challenge: Zombie

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 was another long day, and tonight would just continue to get longer, so I’m glad I already had plans to going out to the bar tonight.
“Hey, Jack!” Colleen said as she was washing up the bar with a rag.
“Hey Colleen, I’ve had a bad day, so prepare for a long night for the both of us.” said Jack, who looked like he had already have a few drinks before coming to the bar.
“All right, what kind of drink would have start your night out with me?” said the tall brunette.
“Please, give me a Zombie.” Jack said as he got himself situated on the bar stool.
“All right. So what kind of story are you going to tell me today Jack?” Colleen said.
“Have I ever told you when I first had a Zombie?” Jack said as he received his first alcohol drink of the night.
Colleen shook her head. She enjoyed hearing Jack tell her stories every time he came in.
“Well, it was in the early 40s, my family were going through the depression and we didn’t have much money, but there was an old bar in the neighborhood that was just closing down for the night and the owner saw us walking down the street and felt sorry for us. So he invited us inside and told us to get comfortable. The owner told my father that everything was on the house. It didn’t take my father five seconds from him telling him that before he was taking advantage of the free alcohol.” Jack said as he finished his first drink and waited for the second.
“Usually he was never in the mood to share anything with his kids. He was also a bad drunk too, but something happened and he gave me my first drink and it was the zombie.” Jack said as he gulped down his second and felt the buzz as it went down his throat, burning along.

Trifextra: Scooby-Doo Meets The Green Monster

Wasn’t planning on doing this weekend’s Trifextra’s but I’m in another good mood and wanting to create a very short Halloween theme story.  Okay, so here it goes!

Artist credit: Dan Duford


“What was that?” said Shaggy. “I don’t know.” said Scooby-Doo. “AHHHHHH!” they screamed loudly, and then they fainted “Oh crap! Why do they always do that?” the monster said in a sad voice.