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Centennial’s Cusp

The alarums were howling. I ignored them. When the smallest one pawed my robe, I gave him a pat and walked through the gate.

Down below the bacchanal continued. It would be impossible to hear the alarums, and I preferred a more private revelry. I trod familiar halls, unlocked your door.

Did they know what they did, down below? How they opened this gate every hundred years or so, held it fast with the beating of drums and the scent of musk? Tangled in your arms, wrapped in the rhythm of your voice, I like to think they do.


This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge prompt:

This week we are giving you a page from the Oxford English Dictionary.  The ninety-ninth page, to be exact.  From this page, you can choose any word, any definition, to use in your post. And instead of our typical 33-333 word limit, we are asking for 99 words exactly. (Visit www.trifectawritingchallenge.com to see the word choices.)

This week’s challenge is community judged!

  • For the 14 hours following the close of the challenge, voting will be enabled on links.
  • In order to vote, return to this post where stars will appear next to each link. To vote, simply click the star that corresponds with your favorite post.
  • You can vote for your top three favorite posts.
  • Voting is open to everyone.
  • You have 14 hours to vote. It’s not much time, so be diligent!

Bravery

At last the prince slew his dark demons, the only fear he’d known. He kissed the moon goodnight, drew up his coverlet of stars, and drifted down to rest under the slumbering sun.


This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekend Trifextra prompt, in which the editors asked us for a children’s bedtime story in exactly 33 words (one that won’t leave our kids with visions of the boogie man dancing in their heads).

Spark

I am not driven. I do not burn. I put my faith in serendipity, and she never disappoints. A cool breeze drew me to these heights where you wait, flint to my steel.


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

For this weekend’s prompt we’re asking for exactly 33 words inspired by this picture.

     


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Mist

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The way my mother tells it, the mist rose from the ground every morning, creeping through cracks in the cobblestones. That was before we left the city; before my father burned it down.

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This post is loosely connected to the Jade Dragon series. I’ve placed it after the previous installment, but it doesn’t really need to fall there. If you haven’t read any other Jade Dragon posts, I would love for you to check it out. Constructive criticism is always much appreciated. (Edited 3/17 10:00 PM – check it out – there’s a new installment after this one! Unprompted, so if you normally come here from Trifecta, you won’t see this one in the links next week.)

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

This weekend we’re asking for exactly 33 words inspired by the following photo.

Photo credit: Bérenger ZYLA / Foter.com / CC BY-NC-ND

Incipit: Fantasy

The crown was only a symbol, it is true: pearls entwined in delicate strands of silver like tears. But symbols carry power, and the Crying Man nearly destroyed everything once with his grief.


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

Give us a 33-word opening line to your book. 

As I thought about this, I realized that I approach many of these micro-prompts as opening lines. However, this was the first time I actually tried to write something with the clear intention to do so. In this case, it’s a rethinking of the opening of a National Novel Writing Month book I wrote a few years ago

Elsewhere on this blog I posted the first few paragraphs of another longer work I keep coming back to, which is one of my favorite openings that I’ve written.  Who knows, maybe it will go somewhere…