A Beast of a Belly

Trifextra: Week Ninety-One

Thirty years ago, Roald Dahl published the book Dirty Beasts, a collection of poems for children about weird and wonderful animals. The last poem, however, is called The Tummy Beast about a boy who thinks there’s someone living in his belly. 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.

I just couldn’t take the heat anymore. Snagging a Mickey-Mouse-shaped ice-cream off the stand, I collapsed on a park bench and wolfed it down. Somewhere my demonic beast of a waistline cackled.

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Ender-Soundtrack-Related Shivers

As I write this, I am listening to the Ender’s Game official soundtrack, which moviefone.com has been so kind as to put online for the benefit of fans the likes of me. As I listen, my brain is working overtime. This is a general idea of what’s going on:

1. Playing a track.

2. Frantically trying to find a soundtrack they’re ripped off so that I won’t hear an accusation later from someone else (after I’ve listened and gotten to love it).

3. Actually listening to it.

4. Shivering as each track reaches crescendo.

5. Sporadically reliving the book, taking hints from the track title, and imagining the scene playing to this music.

6. Repeating #5, but imagining myself in the theater. I can feel the booms and cracks from the speaker reverberating in my chest, I kid you not. Way to go, Jablonsky.

7. Trying and running to read the book again. Failing because the music and my mental imagery overpowers me. [Try listening to Track 08: Mind Game Part 2 without seeing the body of the giant and Ender’s character walking through to the tower room. And feeling his emotions when he sees what he sees there. I dare you.]

8. Wrapping myself up in a shawl because it’s suddenly too cold.

9. Repeat for next track.

I SO cannot wait for November 1st.

Stone Soup

Trifecta: Week One Hundred

PHANTOM (noun)

1   a :  something apparent to sense but with no substantial existence :  APPARITION

b :  something elusive or visionary

c :  an object of continual dread or abhorrence

2 :  something existing in appearance only

3 :  a representation of something abstract, ideal, or incorporeal

She sat beneath the maple tree digging a hole. So intent was she that the rest of the playground didn’t exist for her; a perfect phantom of focus. Sitting, perfectly stable, on a wooden beam placed on the ground, she added the perfect pebble, and then some more; caught a stray maple seed as it flew down from the tree, neatly broke it into bits, shredded the wings, and emptied it into the hole. She took a pinch of the fine, light brown dirt, and sprinkled it into the hole as well. A leaf lying on the ground made the cut, as did a small fragment of bark. Plodding on, with only the words of a story running through her head, she smiled as the little hole reached three-quarters-filled.

“Stone soup.”

And then, getting up, she dusted herself off and wandered back to the tarmac; recess was over.

Fear

Trifextra: Week Ninety

Katherine Paterson, author of Bridge to Terabithia, wrote, “It’s like the smarter you are, the more things can scare you.”  We are looking for a 33-word explanation of what scares you (or your character).

We sit together, my best friend and I, in comfortable silence.

Then she walks in, my other best friend; suddenly his jokes are only for her.

Et tu?

I know what comes next.

Getting Down and Nerdy

Monday, October 14, 2013

This week we are giving you a page from the Oxford English Dictionary.  The ninety-ninth page, to be exact.  (Click to enlarge.)  From this page, you can choose any word, any definition, to use in your post.  (Please type your chosen word in bold, so we know.)  And instead of our typical 33-333 word limit, we are asking for 99 words exactly.

So, as you will see, I picked the word bacillus, which is on the lower half of page 99. It means, “rod-shaped bacterium.”

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“…lost all my numbers, so can you give me yours again?”

“Sure, just throw me a really good pickup line first.”

“What, here? In microbiology lab?”

“Yup, shoot.”

“Umm, okay,…uh…do you know CPR, bec- ”

“Please. Cliché.”

“Wait, how about………Baby, are you Google? Because you’ve got everything I’m looking for.”

“Closer. Last try. I’m gonna start culturing today’s bacillus sample while you think.”

“Okay. Hey, how about something a little nerdier?”

“Interesting. Try me.”

“How about letting me inoculate your agar with my bacillus? There’s nothing micro about my biology.”

“Get your pen out. Now. Pun intended.”

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