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When I listen

I feel you in the whisper of air along the bare length of me. I hear you in the creak of the bedsprings, the hollow smack of the headboard against the wall. The memory of you is loudest with my eyes closed.


I’ll level with you: I’m crushed. It wasn’t about stats, it was about stories. Now, I won challenges – no false modesty – but more: I won you over. It’ll be different, won’t it, now?

This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge  Trifextra prompt, and the news shared today by the Trifecta crew:

After 2 1/2 amazing years of Trifecting, we are announcing that at the end of this month, Trifecta will be officially closing its doors.

And here’s the prompt:

So, Trifectans, let’s make these last weeks the best ever. Go for it. Jump out of your comfort zones, run wild. Like a bird of paradise, strut your most funky and colourful stuff. Just don’t forget to pay attention to the prompt! Are we not drawn onward, we few, drawn onward to new era? This week’s challenge: You’ve got exactly 33 words and one of them must be a palindrome.

Don’t worry – I’m not all bitter. 🙂 This was just my Monday morning, undercaffeinated gut reaction. Expect many laudatory offerings over the next couple of weeks! xoxo

Edited to add:

I posted this over on the Trifecta site. Figured I’d say it here too.

I hardly even know where to start. I mean, the editors know how much I love this place. And I’ve probably annoyed more than a few people with my overenthusiastic cheerleading. Seriously: it’s the first place I go on Monday mornings. But I do understand, a little, what kind of time and energy it takes to keep a site like this running. And the way Trifecta has grown over the last few months! It boggles the mind, that they could keep up for so long. So many, many thanks to Lisa and Joules for their hard work and the hundreds of hours of pure pleasure – both in reading and in writing – that they’ve given us.

Like many others, I came for the challenges and stayed for the community. OK, and the challenges too. But there really is something special about the folks who hang out around here. I’d love the opportunity to keep in touch, keep conversing, keep reading. I’d like to know about some of your other favorite prompt and writing sites (and share a few of my own). I want to follow you all on Twitter (@hanolsy) and run into you on Goodreads (trudgingthroughfog – though I’m woefully inactive over there).

Also, I’d love the chance to do a Trifecta retrospective, where folks could link to their favorite (of their own) Trifecta/Trifextra entry. Maybe it placed in the top three. Maybe it didn’t, but you’re particularly proud of it. Maybe it was something that took you out of your comfort zone, or something that really resonated with your readers, fellow Trifectans included. Maybe it’s something you wish more people had read. I’m no linky expert, but Editors, do you think we could make room for something like that? No judging, no competition, just a flat-out sharing of what Trifectans have done. I’d love to see that.


Colors have connotations. They imply. Your voice, tinged with ochre, reflects the westward sky and I think of endings. I deflect, offer up my blue eyes, distant and deep as night. You smile.

That wasn’t what I meant.

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

Plenty of times over the past two and a half years, we’ve given you the beginning of a story and asked for you to complete it.  This time, we are giving you the end, and we are asking you to start it for us.  We want 33 words in addition to and preceding the following:

That wasn’t what I meant.

So, to clarify, you write 33 words and then you tag on the five that we’ve given you.  Our five come after your 33 for a grand total of 38.

Tipping Point

I am an obsession, a twisted fulcrum.  A distracted smile, and you tilt thusly. A gaze too deep tips you back. I etch my name across your back. It lingers when I leave.

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

This week we’re asking for exactly 33 of your own words about love gone wrong. But we’re asking that you not use any of the following words:


This weekend’s Trifextra challenge is community-judged! For the 48 hours following the close of the challenge (starting at 4:00 PM Pacific/7:00 PM Eastern on Thursday), voting will be enabled on links.  In order to vote, return to the Trifecta Writing Challenge site where stars will appear next to each link. To vote, simply click the star that corresponds with your favorite posts. You can vote for up to three, and voting is open to everyone!


The first time I saw her I feared the sea too much. She sailed the night, the moon hung for a lamp on her mast. I wait and watch the waves. Next time I will brave salt’s sting.

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

We are asking for a 33-word response to the following snippet: The first time I saw. . .

Here’s the catch: all of your 33 words must be one syllable each. We’re going low-brow on your this week. Or not. Can you class it up under these restrictions? Give us your best. (For a total of 38 words.)

I have been missing you, Trifecta. Now that the holidays are well behind us, I’m looking forward to all the words, in multiples of three or not.