Tag Archives: 33 words

Guilty

I resisted you as long as I could. But in the end, what choice had I? You contrived to worm a confession out of me, and won an admission in three little words.


This post was written in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekly prompt, which has new rules! Gone is the 333 upper word limit – we are now restricted to exactly 33 words.

You should write a creative response using the third definition of the given word. You must use the word in your response, and you must use it correctly. Your response must be exactly 33 words. This week’s word is:

WORM (transitive verb)

1a : to proceed or make (one’s way) insidiously or deviously<worm their way into positions of power — Bill Franzen>
b : to insinuate or introduce (oneself) by devious or subtle means
c : to cause to move or proceed in or as if in the manner of a worm
2 : to wind rope or yarn spirally round and between the strands of (a cable or rope) before serving
3 : to obtain or extract by artful or insidious questioning or by pleading, asking, or persuading —usually used with out of<finally wormed the truth out of him>

 

The Laws of Physics

No stone dropped down a well ever fell so fast. No bird, no bright balloon has struggled so desperately to stay unfettered and unbound.

I am caught by the gravity of your smile.


This post was written in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge  weekend Trifextra prompt:

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.

Breath

Sometimes the world takes a breath. In those quiet moments, those rare interstices, I find a separate peace in the ebb and flow and pattern of the words, in their collisions and collusions.


This post was written in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge  weekend Trifextra prompt:

For this weekend’s challenge, in honor of all of the writers throwing rationality (and perhaps sanity) to the wind and writing til their fingers bleed [during National Novel Writing Month], we’re asking for exactly 33 words about why we write.

Ephemera

My memory of my father was full of ephemera: mental snapshots of his face, pages of promises kept and broken, all posted against the pillar of my mother’s refusal to speak of him.

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Playbills

Image courtesy of Trifecta

This post is part of the Jade Dragon series. It follows A History of Silence, and was written in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge Trifextra weekend prompt:

Here are some photos to inspire you. Choose one  [I chose the one at the left – ch] and give us a metaphor or simile to help describe what you see.  Make your analogy 33 words or less, and make it clever or witty or unusual enough to grab our attention.

In case you have been following the Jade Dragon series through Trifecta, you may have missed the post before A History of Silence: Harp Strings. I’d much appreciate it if you gave it a look-see.

ETA: I fixed my punctuation/grammar issue, by the way, so if you were stopping by to help me out, I think I’m good. Unless, of course, it still has issues!

Family

There is nothing more treacherous than family, I thought. All my life my brother had been my protector and patron. And now he was my enemy, too. I would have to remember that.

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This post is part of the Jade Dragon series. It follows  Poisons, and was written in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge Trifextra weekend prompt:

Describe something that is three different things at the same time.  Oh, and do it in 33 words.