I got nuttin’

an inexplicable or mysterious transmuting

That’s the challenge definition and the word to use is Alchemy. This is for Trifecta Week 72.

For the life of me I cannot think, I have attempted 5 times, I have walked up and down the length of my house, rubbed fingers on knotted brow, I have gazed to the ceiling and the barren walls, splashed my face with water, had a straight scotch, stood outside in the cold night air.

I am perplexed, bamboozled terrified – writers block has hit fiercely, nothing that enters my pea brain at the moment makes any sense.  No words of wisdom…pace..no deep and meangingful pearls…pace…nothing that strikes me…no story…. no prose not even a Haiku…. hang on a minute!  Don’t move…. here it comes…my freeze has been defrozen …no actually defrosted…


I started off as an egg
then into lava I did grow
then I was a pupa
my morph to butterfly was slow

nope,  that’s not working either, can’t get the word alchemy into it.

what about?

you started off as Clark Kent
then into phone booth you did went  (I’m a writer I have a license to write this stuff)
the alchemy transmute was grand
for you emerged as Superman

ok it’s not working for me, so clearly it won’t be working for you either.

Well,  I’m sorry my fellow Trifectians and readers, I have nada, zilch, or as us Aussie would politely say ‘bugger all’.

Alas I do not hold the power of alchemy, mystical or otherwise to transform
what I have written into something, profound, beautiful, containing imagery, be thought provoking or otherwise.

If you do read, please don’t let it spoil your activities, you may now get on with your day.

For the wonderful ever so popular and inspiring TRIFECTA http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/


maybe next prompt I’ll have my ‘zing’ back


my words shall never run dry

Trifextra 33 word Challenge- Week 62
On to the weekend challenge.  We want you to give us thirty-three words of advice.  Your advice can be to anyone or about anything.  We only ask that you make it uniquely yours.


write from

your heart


discover yourself


your imagination


on the page


critique a learning tool


your lexicon an abyss


your words to life


them not


Grant me the serenity to change

Trifecta Week   # 71

Anna’s head rested upon crossed arms on the kitchen table.

The sleeves of her jumper soggy. She knew she had to face him, head on…again.

The kids were upstairs doing their homework, the clock on the wall marking the seconds, growing louder, as her thoughts bounced back and forth to the pursuing conversation or screaming match that was about to take place.

The car finally pulled into the driveway, he had finished work three hours ago.
She heard the garage door open and close, the engine stop, the door slam shut.

Anna tensed, listening to his footsteps as he walked into the house.

She held her breath and lifted her head, wiping the tears, smudging her mascara.

“Hi” Andrew, said, his voice quiet, withdrawn.

Anger crept through her gut, she wasn’t in the mood for the “How was your day?” routine.

“What’s up, you been crying”?

“Andrew… my credit card was declined at the Supermarket, the electric and gas companies phoned threatening to cut off the supply”.

“Is that what you’re worried about, hell Anna I get paid next week, it’s fine, I wish you would stop this shit”, his voice rising in anger.

“How many times can’t we pay our bloody bills. What if the utilities are cut off, we’re in bloody winter, the kids, how do we bath them without hot water, how do we feed them”?

“You have to stop”, she screamed.

“Oh for christ sake Anna, enough!”

“That’s why you’re late again, a little flutter on those bloody machines before you came home”?

“I just put a little in, I work bloody hard, I’m entitled to a little fun aren’t I?” he roared back.

Anna stood up from the table grabbing the small bundle of $1 notes from under her jumper, throwing them at her husbands face, to rain over him and scatter at his feet.

“That, she yelled, is what you may as well be doing with our money”.


I wrote this due to the gambling addiction that so many people face over here and I assume all over the world. I have known of cases where children have not been bathed for 2 weeks, because the parents are gambling their money away and cannot afford the bills.


The word is Rain (Transitive Verb) 3rd definition as below to be used.
3: to take a lot of money in bill form and toss it up in the air. This is most effectively done at a strip club for the effect of raining one dollar bills on the dancers (and it makes them feel so pretty), or to snub a hater by throwing money into their face that then falls to the floor like rain (use this when paying a debt to a punk bitch who keeps asking for their money to the point that they are ruining your friendship or when dumping someone who has been bankrolling you for a while now that you’re making money).

Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
The word itself needs to be included in your response.
You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.

For: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com

I was the lucky one

Another Inspiration from Trifecta Week 70  The word is   LUCKY (adjective)  The 3rd definition to be used. Please remember: Your response must be between 33 and 333 words. You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
The word itself needs to be included in your response.
You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.

1: having good luck
2: happening by chance : fortuitous
3: producing or resulting in good by chance : favorable

I am the Lucky One

Lives interwoven as folded leaves
upon the vine love coursed through my veins
pumped to my heart
kindred spirits found in time
 promises of
…..forever more
who knew we would have these
moments this chance
…..to experience love so rare
a meeting of two strangers
unity of body and of mind
…..this mate of souls
it was luck that brought you to me
sun filled morns’ and candled nights
shades of your face smiling
…..reach out to me now
your voice
I hear you whisper
…..”I will now and forever be yours”
but as I stand
…..beside your grave
my pain cannot be doused
my tears are molten gems
that spring from the red volcano
…..known only as my heart

I welcome your critique – hopefully I written as indicated in the 3rd meaning.




Trifextra Challenge Week 60   We are giving you three words and asking that you add another 33 to them to make a complete 36-word response.  You may use the words in any order you choose.

Our three words are:


Pure rebellion
I stand
against the

body soaked

relentless rain
I weep

         tears meld
hit the ground

reflection of yesterdays

time does not stand still

           I scream
be courageous
fight on

This is for Trifecta

Picture11-1-1I am in a slightly dark place at the moment hence the above

I am yours to Infect

Ahh Trifecta here we go again. Week 69.
Sadly I do not get the prompts arghhh! yes frustrating, I have tried to get them emailed but it doesn’t work, so I rely on seeing others post and then I jump in to join these extremely talented ‘artists’ who put forth their submissions. For they are artists those who write…in my humble opinion anyway. I have not read any others. So here I go again and good luck to everyone.
This prompt is to use the definition below. The word is INFECT.3a : contaminate, corrupt <the inflated writing that infects such stories>    b : to work upon or seize upon so as to induce sympathy, belief, or support <trying to infect their salespeople with their enthusiasm>

You have the ability to corrupt
should I be wary?
the control
the influence

Drawn in by you
mesmerised did you know
this is how I feel
my mind races

No one else
to blame
no one but myself
I continue just for you

I attempt
creme de la creme
I wish

The front
the middle or
back of the line
I shall persist

You infect me 
and I hang on
your words

I care not  for sleep
partaking in your
tis’ part of me… who I am

contaminate and bring
out the best of me
I dare you
entice, allure with a single word

Make me believe
that what I write
is worthy
for I am enthused


For t….t…. Trifecta – Picture11-1-1

Look at yourself…it’s time

Trifecta Prompt Week 68 – TIME
The definitions to be used are – 3a : an appointed, fixed, or customary moment or hour for something to happen, begin, or end or  b : an opportune or suitable moment —often used in the phrase about time.

I have omitted questions marks as I thought that would spoil the rhythm in reading.

It’s Time

Think of how you have lived your life.  Are you happy. Have you wished for better, for less, for more. Have you given yourself a break from the pressures of friends, family, colleagues, the everyday rut and yes even yourself.

In all that you have, want, take and give are you satisfied with how your life has unfolded, are there dreams that you cling too, keep hold of them. Are you fulfilled, satisfied with you. Whatever your age, race, education, or background, are you content.

Mindful that you share this life not only with yourself but with countless others. Life will occasionally get the better of you and you will experience moments when you simply feel like giving up. Easier to walk away than confront, easier to stay silent than cause conflict, or heartache. Yet life as you know, will also bring you great happiness and tears of joy.

Everyone of us so complex. Your birth was the beginning of you. Your personality shaped inside the womb. How you live, how you wish to be treated and have others treat you is your own doing. You love, you hate, you smile, you cry. You will be sad, angry, you will be hurt, you will hurt. Savour every minute from the moment you are born till the moment you die.

Your life, one chance.
Give freely of ‘you’ to those you know and love but never let ‘you’ disappear.
You are special, unique.
Enjoy who you love, have loved, but also love yourself.
Write that novel, paint that picture.
Expand, explore your mind.
For time is too short, do not let it pass easily.
Show those that you love, how much you cherish them.
Take time each day for that phone call, for that visit to those you know are missing you.
Tell your children, your parents and those you care about that you love them.
Say you’re sorry or forgive me, or can you understand how I feel right now.

…….perhaps it’s time you stopped to smell the roses.

Tonight It’s Me Evolving


Written before reading other submissions.   For Trifecta    Picture11-1-1

Trifecta Week 58 STONE

From the fabulous Trifector folk – this weeks words is STONE. The word lithium comes from the Greek word lithos, which means stone. This weekend, we want you to give us a thirty-three response using the word stone as one of your thirty-three words. You can use any definition of the word that you’d like, but we are specifically looking for serious, well-conceived entries.

I attempt to have a well – conceived, serious entry, but as we know thoughts, like words at times are never set in stone.


Under earth
now,  your abuse
the torturing of…me
as you lay
in darkness
with rotting flesh
this gives me… no
I spit
on your gravestone
rot in hell


Trifecta Week Sixty-Seven – Madeline

Trifecta Challenge  Week 67 – The word is JUGGLE  Using the 3rd definition in 33 to 333 words – 3: to handle or deal with usually several things (as obligations) at one time so as to satisfy often competing requirements <juggle the responsibilities of family life and full-time job — Jane S. Gould>

She drapes herself in Gucci, Armani, Versace. 24 carat gold jewellery adorns her fingers, wrists and throat. Her watch, a Cartier Santos 100 diamond 18 carat is exquisite, a birthday present from him. The price tag a mere $39,000.00. Jimmy Choo is all she wears on her pedicured feet, her nails, french manicured. Her hair cut elegantly short, black, slick, shiny.

She lives amongst the haute monde, her house palatial, decorated with Italian furnishings, an ambience of pure glamour. The stately garden, which surrounds her castle, is full of elms and magnificent perfumed rose trees. Koi of red and white, swim elegantly under lilies at the base of the waterfall in her fish pond, whilst black swans paddle gently back and forth. Every morning she swims 20 laps in her pool to maintain her tightly toned body. Her husband appreciates her anatomy, she is twenty-five years younger.

She is the hostess of all hostesses, though she never lifts a finger in the preparation of holding a garden party or a sit down dinner for thirty of their closest friends. She has servants who are paid to attend to the cooking and cleaning. Madeline does not need to get her fingers dirty.

She is in the book club, the bridge club, the tennis club and like clockwork every Wednesday evening she jumps into her Bugatti Veyron kisses her husband David on the cheek to join her girlfriends to play bridge or sometimes even poker.

Wednesday, a warm summers evening, when she drove to the club.
Where she was greeted with warm smiles and kisses on the cheek.

Walking up the staircase, she entered the room.

Madeline let her Armani dress slip to the floor.
Laid on the bed and welcomed her first client.
They took her, paid her, walked away.

She was not born with a silver spoon.

Madeline had knocked on heavens door, when she married David, but now this was life she chose to juggle….

the life she wants against the life she has.




For Trifecta  332 words


Trifextra Week Fifty-Seven The door will not be opened

the weekend challenge – we’re asking for exactly thirty-three words written in first person narrative

I cannot open
your door or enter
how can I
I crumble
my heart thumps
hands shake
remembering you
not breathing

I love you

I mourn you

Forgive me


Fiction piece written for:-


And about http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sudden_infant_death_syndrome

I am so very fortunate to have not experienced a loss so tragic as this, a loss of a new born, though I know of families who have. I write this for the Challenge but to also bring awareness to this cruel and puzzling syndrome. If this is out of the rules or posting the picture,  I apologise and happy to bow out of the challenge.