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By Pond’s Edge

You have always been content to let the minnows dazzle you with their bright glinting.  How myopic. Where you see fish, I see stars drifting across the deep inverted basin of the sky.


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

This weekend we’re asking you to add thirty of your own words to the following three words for a total of thirty-three: myopic, dazzle, basin.

Tryst

A pale face leers, lighting your way from our door to hers. I watch and wish for clouds. Friend of lovers, friend of those who wander, the moon is no friend of mine.


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

We want you to choose a word and use it three times in your 33 words. However, it must be either a verb, noun or adjective and the form of the word cannot change, it must appear exactly the same three times.

Divinity

It is the way of gods to congregate, to graze in the valleys. They huddle, content in their pantheon while I, blackest of sheep, wander the hills.

Thirty-two are enough for any paddock.


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

Buddhist cosmology tells of Trāyastriṃśa, or the Heaven of Thirty-Three gods, which rule over the human realm.  This weekend we’re asking for exactly 33 of your own words about a god of your own devising that shares heaven with the other thirty-two gods.  Make it yours and have fun with it.

This weekend’s Trifextra challenge is community-judged! For the 14 hours following the close of the challenge (starting at 4:00 PM Pacific/7:00 PM Eastern on Sunday), 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 while you’re here: I wrote a piece for another challenge this week, but it was a little quiet over there, comment-wise. I’d love your feedback on A Last Cup of Tea.

A Last Cup of Tea

She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. Rivers of regret overflowed my carefully-tended banks. I set the teapot down, turned it so the spout aligned perfectly with the handles of the sugar bowl.

“You knew I would not stay,” I said. The words tasted of bergamot and betony. They scalded my tongue.

She nodded. “I knew it, but I thought…”

“Should I forsake the mists for you? The silver of the snowdrops under the moon? Forgive me, beloved, but it is not in my nature.” Better she should hate me, I thought. Better the bitter tea. I thought of her golden curls and long white limbs under the sun, the moon, the stars, and wondered how flowers could possibly compare.

They care too much, these mortals, and too hotly.

She would leave me if I stayed. I knew this with the certainty of long experience. Not tomorrow, not the next day, but soon enough. A more proper companion would cross her path; a man to give her fat children and an honorable life. She would struggle against it, resist, resent, until the bright flame between us flickered out.

Let her think me called back to my home, unwilling to break my vows. Let her hate me a little for what I am than despise me for that which I am not.

Steam still curled up from the teapot. I shaped it carefully, blossom by blossom, until I could pluck a spray of flowers from the air. “To remember me by,” I said gently, and gave them to her.

I gathered the last of the warmth from my teacup, tucked it into my heart and let the river carry me away.


I’m trying out a new prompt this week! This post was made for The Speakeasy at Yeah Write.

And hey, you can vote for me until 10:00 PM Eastern / 7:00 PM Pacific! Visit this week’s Speakeasy prompt page to read all 13 entries and vote for up to three. If one of them is mine, well, I’d be much obliged.

About the prompt: The Speakeasy gave us the first line and a photo to reference, and sent us off to do our thing. It seems simple, but the above bit of fiction was my fourth attempt. On the up-side, I have three discarded bits of writing that I might get to develop into something else. (Like a new Jade Dragon installment!)

Within

My love gave me a silver phylactery, filled with prayers and the sandalwood scent of her skin. At night when it clicks open and desire consumes me, I don’t even feel the claws.


This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekend prompt, in which the editors gave us this assignment:

Your Trifextra challenge is to write 33 words on a beast in an unusual place. No swamps or forests or caves, we really want you to take your beast out of its comfort zone.