Friday, 12 October 2012

Trifextra Week 37

This weekend they are challenging us to write 33 of our own words to build upon the following:
On the count of three...
We can choose to include those words if we want, but they do not count toward the 33 words of our own.

Anti-climax 
 
“On the count of three!” she cried.
I’ll be honest, it surprised me. I’m no Lothario, but I’ve had my share of pillow talk. Being ‘counted in’, though, was certainly a first.
And it quite spoiled the moment.

Saturday, 3 March 2012

Trifextra: Week 6

It's another 33-word challenge over at Trifecta. Stories so short that even I could manage one. The challenge was to complete the following story in exactly 33 words:
The phone rang at 4am.
Betrayal

Still awake, Jen watched him scramble to put it to silent. Eyes now shut, she allowed him to think her asleep.  As he tiptoed out, she curled up and pulled the sorrow close.

Sunday, 19 February 2012

Macbeth: His Secret Diary

A response to Trifextra Week 4. We had to take a famous story, poem, book, or fable, and retell it in exactly 33 words.

This girl is definitely the one. I can tell -- I can read people.

She just wants to be a good wife and mother. She never interferes.

She’s going to be good for me.


Sunday, 5 February 2012

Trifextra Week Two

Over at Trifecta, our weekend challenge asked for something a little different. We wanted a complete story in only three sentences. Here's my effort:

Only Three

They met, the two of them, and decided that only three could be used.

Trifectans everywhere chewed thoughtfully on ends of pencils.

One hundred and twenty sentences later, forty stories had provoked, amused, challenged, inspired. 

Sunday, 22 January 2012

Answers

Over at Trifecta, we're asking the community to tell us a little bit about themselves. For some reason, they wanted to know a little bit about us too. So, my answers:

What is your name (real or otherwise)?
David Moore (AKA The Silent Editor)

Describe your writing style in three words. 
Sporadic. Short. Serious.

How long have you been writing online?
I'm only new. It'll be a year in March.

Which, if any, other writing challenges do you participate in? 
I really enjoy Velvet Verbosity's 100-word Challenge. I created my blog for her challenge.  I really enjoy it because she only ever asks for 100 words. Hence the name of the challenge, I suppose.

Describe one way in which you could improve your writing. 
Write.

What is the best writing advice you’ve ever been given? 
A colleague of mine (who is a published author) told me to write about 'what I know'. I told her I knew very little. Patiently, she then said to write 'about things that had happened to me'. I told her nothing had ever happened to me. She then (a little less patiently) told me to use the 'what if?' technique. I had no answer to that one and that is now exactly what I do.


Who is your favorite author? 
It's a huge call to name just one author. I'm reading William Boyd's The New Confessions at the moment and everyone should read his Any Human Heart. He's a brilliant storyteller and if I ever do write this novel, I'm sure you'd see his influence.

How do you make time to write?
I don't make time to write nearly as much as I'd like. I ought to, but I don't. It's a big part of 2012's New Year Resolutions. I'm hoping to increase blog posts to at least once a month...

Give us one word we should consider using as a prompt. 
I hope we get some good answers for this one, because choosing new words ain't easy.

Direct us to one blog post of yours that we shouldn't miss reading.
I like this one: http://pufferyandtaradiddle.blogspot.com/2011/04/voice.html. It's far from spectacular and it won't win any prizes, but I chose it is because it was the first writing I'd ever put up for other people to read. Dave's Friday check-in a few weeks ago talked about how difficult putting our writing out there is; it's something I still struggle with.

Friday, 9 December 2011

Friday Fluff


This is Lisa's fault.

If a blind woman/man started hitting on you, what would you do? 

Thirty-six-year-old red-headed Irish guys are at their most comfortable being chatted up by blind women. We're no longer red-headed and that's always a bonus. 

If your dog peed on your crushes leg, would you be embarassed?

You realize that you could have made this sentence even more unreadable if you'd started with 'If you're dog peed...'? 

Alas, I have neither a crush nor a dog. 

If you had to chose what your mother would wear for the rest of her life, would you?

If I had to? Does my life depend on this? If it did, I suppose I could.

If your best-friend told you that she was going to get a new haircut, that you thought was ugly, would you try to tell her not to?

I would delight in his poor haircut. I've always found the uglier your friends are, the better.

Do you believe in abortion? Why or why not?

How does abortion suddenly appear in a quiz that has hitherto talked about my mother's clothes, blind crushes, peeing dogs and bad haircuts?

If you were outside and a red car drove by and started shooting up your block while little children were playing outside, would you save the children if it meant possibly killing yourself?

I'd intervene for sure. But if I managed to survive the hail of bullets, why would I kill myself? You mean I'd be so distraught at the breakdown of law and order in my own community that it would all be too much for me? 

If you were walking on the street and you saw a homeless man sitting on a cardboard box, would you give him some money if you had just gotten your paycheck? Or would you keep walking?

I would give him some money but also warn him that due to their inherent lack of structural integrity, cardboard boxes should only be used for sitting on for a very short period of time.

What would you do if you found out your best-friend stole one of your mom's diamond necklaces?

I'd tell him that wearing a diamond necklace did nothing to distract from his appalling new haircut.

If you had a chance to make $200, only, buy stripping for truckers on a corner, would you?

I think the truckers would be less than enamoured with the value for money that a stripping 36-year-old red-headed Irish guy represented.

If you get into a fight, or think you might, do you throw the first punch?

If it was with disgruntled truckers who were trying to retrieve $200, I think I probably would.

If yes, did you know that if you throw the first punch and they person you hit would call the police, you could get a big fine, or arrested?

I think a trucker is unlikely to call the police to say that he had been struck by a half-naked 36-year-old red-headed Irish guy to whom he had naively handed $200 in return for sexual favours. But even if he were to call the police, I'm assuming that my $200 would cover any resulting fine.

Would you smoke if it meant getting $30, or do you smoke anyways?

I don't smoke, but if I did, why would I not get the $30?

What would you do if somebody that you didn't know mentioned something about possibly killing themselves?

I would tell them that while I agreed that the breakdown of law and order in residential areas and the proliferation of gun-wielding gangs driving around in red cars was undoubtedly on the increase, there were better ways to deal with it.

Would you run down the street naked if it meant earning $150?

I think I might possibly have to if the incident with the truckers went as badly as I suspect it would. Not sure where the extra $150 is coming from though.

Do you consider yourself daring? Tell me of one experience that would prove that you are daring.

It's not every 36-yr-old red-headed Irish guy who is brave enough to masquerade as a stripper on a street corner for a group of bearded truckers.

If the war in Iraq, became an actual war where America was fighting against Iraq, would you join to help our nation?

It depends. Are you Iraqi or American? 

Do you speak your mind? Or do you just keep it to yourself?

This is the most ridiculous quiz I've ever seen. You are the least articulate child I have ever interacted with. Your grasp of the English language is appalling. This has been the least productive ten minutes of my life. 

Does that answer your question?

Would you ever join a gang because you liked the way that they protected their members and the members families?

If they drove red cars and made specific promises to protect me and my family from irate truckers, then yes,  I think I might be tempted.

If you had a chance to go speak to troubled kids, maybe like yourself, and help turn their lives around, would you? 

Speak to them? I've just risked my life by jumping in front of a red car to shield them from a hail of bullets. Is that not enough? 

When it comes down to it, do you think you should get more respect or should your family?

I lost any vestige of respect the day I stripped for truckers.

Friday, 25 November 2011

Luck


After a hiatus that would have made even The Eagles blush, a return to Velvet Verbosity's 100 Word Challenge.

This week's word - LUCKY

Bad luck, he thought, had absolutely nothing to do with it. He knew they meant well, but every time a friend offered that meaningless phrase over a drink at the bar it served only to remind him how small a part luck had played in everything. His fall from grace had been spectacular, but he knew well that he had been its architect. Sometimes he wondered if perhaps in some perverted way he’d wanted it to happen. But he knew for sure it wasn’t bad luck that had got him here. If anything, he was lucky still to be alive.