true love’s first kiss

Water colored seasons melted into one another, like Snow’s dreams of her handsome prince, until frozen iridescent crystals kissed her forehead once more and Snow’s prince awakened her with true love’s first kiss.

Snow White

Snow White (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

—33 words: Fairy Tale Rewrite—

Honestly I don’t know what could be more soul soaring and happy than true love’s first kiss and fairy tales unless I had added a unicorn. 🙂

Trifextra: Week Eighty-One

This weekend’s prompt is to write 33 words exactly inspired by photo project by Eirik Solheim.

No creepiness allowed.  No girls in chains.  No basements.  No flesh-eating viruses.  No post-apocalyptic hunger pangs.  No dead philandering boyfriends.  Nobody pulling the plug on Grandma partially because she’s old but mostly because she deserves it.  We want soul-soaring happiness out of you this week.  If that isn’t your thing, just give it a whirl.  If it really isn’t your thing, come back for the next challenge when the rules are guaranteed to be different.  Because that’s also the kind of challenge we are.

This weekend’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! We’ll send out reminders on Twitter and Facebook.
  • The winners will be announced in the comments of Monday’s post and will be posted in our typical fashion in the post on the following Friday.

 

T-R-E-A-T

“You wanna go outside?” I called to Sahara who was half asleep on the couch. As soon as she heard that magic word ‘outside’ she sprang to action like she was the youthful puppy my husband had fallen for at the shelter eight years ago.

She was at the door to the back porch, tail wagging a mile-a-minute, telling me to hurry my coffee-deprived butt up. She raced ahead of me into the screened-in porch, sniffing every crook and cranny. As I worked to slip on my flip-flops, she was a huntress on a mission.

“That cicada isn’t in here; it isn’t going to get you,” I tried to reassure her. I sighed as she still continued to hunt the devious bug that had previously dive-bombed her on more than one occasion when she’d been out to do her business. Brave huntress now, but when that cicada buzzes by she’s a scaredy-cat.

I opened the porch door to the yard to let her ‘outside’ finally. She started down the steps, but paused…scrunched her nose sniffing…looked left and right…then backed up. Sighing again, I stepped carefully onto the slightly damp yard and called to her.

“Come on, girl… see no bugs,” I relayed cheerfully despite my own doubts of getting dive-bombed by a cicada. All hope would truly be lost with my running and screaming to the safety of the porch.

Waiting…nothing.

So, I whistled and got that sideways head tilt that labs do with paws firmly planted in the doorway. Adorable, but without my morning coffee it was lost on me.

“I know what will get you out here,” I said to her as if she could read my mind and ran inside leaving her on the screened-in porch puzzled. When I came back with a T-R-E-A-T to charm her out the door, she was suddenly, mysteriously no longer afraid any bugs or whatever it was giving her pause at the door.

—326 words—

Based on the adventures Sahara and I have been having at the new place (it has a screened-in porch). The picture is of her at our old place in TX. She’s a silly girl (very smart and an escape-artist) and is getting very particular as she ages.

Trifecta: Week Eighty-Seven

This week’s prompt was suggested to us by Rois who linked up with our Meet Your Fellow Trifectans meme.  If you haven’t linked up there yet, please do.

CHARM (verb)1a : to affect by or as if by magic : compel
b : to please, soothe, or delight by compelling attraction<charms customers with his suave manner>
2: to endow with or as if with supernatural powers by means of charms; also : to protect by or as if by spells, charms, or supernatural influences
3: to control (an animal) typically by charms (as the playing of music) <charm a snake>
Remember:
  • Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
  • You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
  • The word itself needs to be included in your response.
  • You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
  • Only one entry per writer.
  • If your post doesn’t meet our requirements, please leave your link in the comments section, not in the linkz.
  • Trifecta is open to everyone. Please join us.
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! We’ll send out reminders on Twitter and Facebook.
  • The winners will be announced in the comments of Friday’s post and will be posted in our typical fashion in the post on the following Monday.

This week’s word is charm.

Ghoulish Flash Fiction A to Z: Tartalo (Basque)

Tartaloren irudikapena, Zamudioko Izenaduba pa...

Tartaloren irudikapena, Zamudioko Izenaduba parkean. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It was that first warm, sunny day of spring when Blake and Jake ditched their chores to explore the local caverns. It was a perfect day to play hooky, or so they boys thought as they headed for the woods.

“Come on! That new cave I found is near the lake in the back of Basq Hill Bend,” older brother Blake shouted as he ran ahead, deep into the hills towards the lake.

The lake was the pristine kind that one reads about in Arthurian legends, but on the far side sat a menacing, cragged hill with a large gaping mouth that begged errant boys to enter.

“I bet there’s an underground river that feeds the lake down there,” Jake informed his older brother expertly from the opening in the earth when he finally caught up.

“Who cares! Let’s look for gold or other loot.” Blake shouted back from inside the dark cavern.

“Shouldn’t we have some climbing equipment or something?” Jake hollered back from just outside the earth’s cragged grin.

“We’re not going up!” Blake shouted back.

Before Jake could enter the cavern, a thunderous roar responded to Blake’s disturbance. Jake ran to his brother’s screams and watched in an ecstasy of terror as a one-eyed giant ate his brother. Jake stood frozen in fear until the giant’s ring shimmered off the stalactite as the beast licked his fingers.

“I’ll save you for tomorrow,” the giant grumbled satisfactorily plucking Jake from his spot; hanging him from a stalactite before stomping towards the back of the cave for a nap.

—–260 words—–

Today’s trifecta haunting is inspired by the Tartalo, a one-eyed giant who eats people and sheep.

Trifecta: Week Seventy-Four


This week’s word is ecstasy.

1a : a state of being beyond reason and self-control

 b archaic : swoon
2: a state of overwhelming emotion; especially : rapturous delight

Please remember:

  • Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
  • You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
  • The word itself needs to be included in your response.
  • You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
  • Only one entry per writer.
  • If your post doesn’t meet our requirements, please leave your link in the comments section, not in the linkz.
  • Trifecta is open to everyone. Please join us.

Good luck!

Ghoulish Flash Fiction A to Z: Qalupalik (Inuit mythology)

The shoreline was beginning to see a few hours of daylight now, so Aga bundled up Kiviuq for a walk along the shore. He had been begging all week to go help the other men of the village with the clean up from the oil spill. Maybe they could find one small animal still alive to help clean up and save; she hated to expose him to this tragedy so early.

“Don’t wander away or the Qalupalik will take you for herself.”

“Ducky!” Kiviuq exclaimed at his find, but it was too late for both as the sea woman grabbed Kiviuq.

Copyright-Janet Webb

Copyright-Janet Webb

—–101 words—–

Today’s short haunting is inspired by the Qalupalik, a sea woman who abduct children who wander from their children.

It’s also time for Friday Fictioneers. Where every friday bloggers from around the world gather to share their 100-word stories based on the photo prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff. For more Friday Fictioneer Stories…


FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: Lake Arsenic

Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

Come away with me to the lake…it’ll be romantic,” that’s what Josh begged. I agreed to go with him, believing he was trying to make things work, but I never should have listened. The lake cabins were cozy and romantic, the lake picturesque, but the communal dining hall is where things turned.The cook looked like something from the Twilight Zone and the food smelled like something from Swamp Thing. I couldn’t eat, but Josh and the others did. And then they started arguing; Josh started yelling. Then they all dropped dead. I got the hell out and haven’t looked back.

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FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: EVERY FRIDAY AUTHORS FROM AROUND THE WORLD GATHER HERE TO SHARE THEIR 100-WORDS BASED ON THE PHOTO PROMPT HOSTED BY ROCHELLE WISOFF, OFFERING CONSTRUCTIVE CRIT AND ENCOURAGEMENT TO EACH OTHER. READERS ARE ENCOURAGED TO COMMENT AS WELL. FOR MORE FRIDAY FICTIONEERS’ STORIES…



Unseasonal Weather

The unseasonal weather meant it was time to schedule a pedicure and break out the short skirts. Marnie was getting a head start at finding a husband this Spring. Her goal was to have a man on her arm at the family barbecue Memorial Day weekend so she didn’t have to hear her mother’s constant nagging. That would stop her mother from pestering her about grand children though. Maybe she’d be lucky enough to have a bun in the oven by then as well. Not the traditional route, but with it being 90 degrees and two weeks from Easter why not keep an open mind.

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I was seeing stories about snow and freezing temps, so I had to throw one in that was inspired by the 90 degree day we had down here on Monday.

 

 

Winter’s Foreplay

It had been a long time since a man had entered Eira’s lair. There once was a time when she had her pick of soldiers, hunters, and axe men. Every night a different delicacy to satisfy her appetite, sometimes more than one. She would whisper temptations through the wind, leading them deeper into the forest. Only to realize too late they were trapped like the animals they may have been hunting.She would slate her lust, her prey often a willing participant, for she was a winter beauty. But once her desire was fulfilled, the nymph devoured her mate and set about finding another to satisfy her.

Now all men wanted to do were play with gadgets and gizmos in the civilized cities. Eira had to wait patiently for a man who decided to reconnect with nature. They were never built to her standards — too scrawny, too pale, too whinny — but they would do to sustain her lust. Often carrying packs and wearing ridiculous patches over their ears, she would have to drum up a gust to send their covering flying before she could use her song to lead them deep into her trap. Her minions would take care of the trappings while she attempted to charm these less willing hikers.

Chilling winds bite

Into uncovered ears

Winter’s foreplay