Friday, October 29, 2010

flash fiction friday #31

flash fiction friday #31 trigger (inclusion, but lewwe try again for the less-direct, as las' week was a 1st): egg(s), witch, cave.
rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to the deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whatever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.

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Blogger sweet trini said...

jus a reminder that old fffs are up for grabs if you feelin to play with words, and nobody say yuh cyah combine multiple triggers in 1piece; jus comment so we know it have ting to read...ent, legreat?
walk good.

1:00 pm  
Blogger Ishara LeGreat said...

http://isharalegreat.blogspot.com/2010/11/flash-fiction-friday-31-dat-is-obeah.html

i like it plenty. and i did comment.... jus not on the most recent one.... i commented on the one it was for....

1:51 am  
Blogger sweet trini said...

in+done a few posts above this on blog (new trigger friday). walk good.

5:31 pm  

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Wednesday, October 27, 2010

bes' pee ever! + my fff#30

finally posting this days after i start composing 'cause is time for the new flash fiction friday trigger and i want my fff#30 up 1st; so take your mind back to the other day...
since i fell in love with my flat on sight, i offer salcedo (of my favourite local band the big bad gyazette)

wallspace to muralise and otherwise experiment artistically (chee, i doubt you read this, but sending vibes to remind you your space waiting...); salcedo sketch on a wall since the other day and me+family enjoying the wild women ever since. this week he call and bawl he feelin' to paint, i say come through, he reach 1time and gone clear: women gone, whole new piece, still changing after 2sessions, he know he nowhere near done...
the wall he sketched+painting is in my main corridor, opposite my bathroom, and since i live alone doors stay open. the morning after he sketch was the bes' pee ever 'cause i woke, stumbled in + sat, then as i started that glorious 1st pee, opened my eyes to art. this morning was the bes' pee ever!
photos.
video of gyazette frontman nickolai salcedo muralising my flat (more on fasbook):
video

and my flash fiction friday #30 (inclusion, kinna): snakecharmer, citrus, book(s).
he plucks+plays and in his chords she hears+feels and almost sees the snake rise through the smoke billowing from the unattended hookah. she wonders if he saw through her machinations to get him here or if he just that oblivious- he is a man, after all. talented, but just a man.
he plucks+plays+prays she feeling him. he wonders if she saw through his machinations to get invited here or if her refusal to trust insists his attention platonic. he inclines his chin toward the hookah, tiny sweeteye, and she tears herself out of his melody to guide his long drag while his hands continue charming the strings of his instrument and her self.
she takes a pull too, resettles the hookah and is suddenly on her feet, lifted by smoke and abandon. she finds her body finding its way through music as her eyes find his again.
he knows his power now as she wines+winds around him in the corridor. his dancing fingers pull his marionette closer until the warmth of her left bumsee cheek brushing his strumming arm momentarily distracts him. his breathing stops as she turns to him, leaning down to throw her arms around him+guitar, giggling apologies for reckless backing-back.
her hair smells like oranges when he can finally inhale and he’s instantly distracted all over again until she releases him, whispering the song she wants to hear next in his ear as the scent recedes. his pounding chest is the rhythm he uses now, playing what she wants but not the way she expected. her hips respond instinctively.
she turns to him again, face serious this time as she says, “let me be your scribe…let me write this story. i want to bring you and your work to the whole world…”

walk good.

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Monday, October 25, 2010

r.i.p.

i love you, gregory isaacs.
still and always yuh night nurse, wherever you are...walk good.

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Friday, October 22, 2010

flash fiction friday #30

flash fiction friday #30: testdriving a different kinna inclusion trigger, so tell me how you feel 'bout this one when you write (in general, doh forget to submit triggers and give feedback on those as much as wha' fellow fffers write); this not about including the actual words, but incorporating the item/idea into the piece (comment if you need clarification and i'll check 'cause i know i eh do it this way here before). so this week's fff#30 (inclusion) trigger: snakecharmer, citrus, book(s).
rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to the deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whatever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.

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Blogger mystie said...

Abandoned, distraught, and cold. Funny how even when you live on the equator you can feel so cold. I knew the temperature was about 25 degrees Celsius and there was more humidity than wind, but i felt cold. So very cold. The ball i was curled into was my feeble attempt to try to ward away the bone chilling cold that wracked me from inside out. Why was i here in the corner of a dark shack with my knees tucked tightly under my chin and my arms wrapped bloodlessly around my thighs? The story is simple but the journey complicated.
I used to be a very boring student at a mediocre college, just trying to get through the days and nights of mid terms, assignments, and lecherous professors, who were too eager to 'help' you out if you were willing to 'help' them. Ugh, the thought of some of the proposals i had received made me shiver again in disgust. The problem was i looked too pretty. The kind of pretty where everyone thought i would be great on my back, or knees, or swinging from a pole, but i could not possibly be smart enough to get an A on my own. Oh no not me, a natural blonde, with a very natural D cup, snatched in waist and an unreasonably high pitched sing song voice that i tried desperately to disguise to no avail.
Every female i had ever met hated me, every male i had ever met wanted to sleep with me. Some women dream of such things but not me. I dreamt of food. Not for me to eat but for the world to eat. I daydreamed of making the perfect fruit, one that nourished, would full you up, and could last for months out in the open, never rotting and never needing special conditions to maintain its nutritional value. That was my baby, my project, what i hoped would be my life long work. Unknown to those who saw me all of my time was split between the lab and the library. If they actually paid attention they would notice all of my books, pencils, erasers, everything i owned smelled and looked like an orange. It was not a strange fetish, nor was it the only word i could spell, it was my research. I had found the key to unlocking my destiny. Vitamin C. If i could figure out how to make that vitamin last forever under any conditions, i was certain the rest would fall into place.
That is why i ended up moving to the equator. A guest lecturer had given a presentation on a strain of orange that could only be found in a forest on this small island directly lying on the equator, but could not be successfully grown anywhere else in the world, not even in specially acclimated green houses. The way he spoke, the descriptions he used, it was as if he were weaving this spell around me, one that i could not and did not want to break loose from. At the end of that 40 minutes i knew without a doubt what my next step was. From his words everything inside of me knew that the answers i needed were in that particular strain of orange, all i had to do was get to it before someone else did.

11:52 am  
Blogger Ishara LeGreat said...

i realize you read all the fffs i have posted so far :) i plan on doing all of them, eventually.
don't quite understand what you mean about the incorporation. please to clarify :)

9:15 pm  
Blogger sweet trini said...

trigger clarification: if 1 of the words were "beach" you could set it at the beach without needing the word itself, necessarily; there needs to be at minimum a figurative reference to the concept of beach; not that you cyah say "beach" if you want...hope that helps.
mystie, i eh readin until i write, so, sooncome.
walk good.

1:39 pm  
Blogger Ishara LeGreat said...

#30 up, in time for a new one :D
not sure i did it right tho... but i mostly like it :)
http://isharalegreat.blogspot.com/2010/10/flash-fiction-friday-30-charmer.html

2:58 am  
Blogger sweet trini said...

in+done, above on this blog mainpage; posting new trigger, then reading allyuh #30...walk good.

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Thursday, October 21, 2010

fff#29

my flash fiction friday #29 (trigger: as much/little as...) is another surprise story for me; didn't expect this piece; hope you enjoy, i gone to read allyuh fffs; new trigger tomorrow...walk good.

as much as he loved her was as little as she cared. there was a certain twisted pleasure in turning on her.
it came after the constant phonecalling in denial of rejection, after misery of acceptance, after turning on self.
it came after a week of torturing himself into despising her by smoking a cigarette every time he thought of her, after he spent the whole week’s pay on a habit he had never cultivated and couldn’t stomach the first three times she danced through his memory. there was a nasty joy in wounding his lungs, his throat, his voice, his instrument, and by the end of the week he was joining band members in cancer corner on every break without thoughts of her propelling him.
it came after sunday night practice when he sang his new song and they said it was wicked and jammed it whole night and agreed to put it on the album, and he went up to the roof to breathe now that the smoke had finally cleared from his mind. he stood on the roof looking at the sky and saw how insignificant she was, how she couldn’t control him; his name was man and his destiny in his hands, not hers.
he stretched his arms wide reaching to take in the world, and when he felt himself flying he let the soaring of his soul take him from the pain she left.
when the band finally recorded too little too late, the chalk outline of where his body hit the ground became the album cover that sold millions.

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Blogger mystie said...

WHoaaaa....i like...twist and twist...i like a lot

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Friday, October 15, 2010

flash fiction friday #29

as requested, a starter, literally triggering fff#29: as much/little as...
rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to the deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whatever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.

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Blogger Ishara LeGreat said...

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12:44 am  
Blogger Ishara LeGreat said...

Facebook=> http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=443336457535
and bloggity=>http://isharalegreat.blogspot.com/2010/10/flash-fiction-friday-29-curlylocks.html

my first fff! :)

12:11 pm  
Blogger mystie said...

Little as that man over there might seem to be, as much as he is more ego than person, that man, that very loud obnoxious man, who can make my life a living hell in the very drop of some spilt milo that very man is the only man i could say i love.
Yes it impossible for me to believe too. I mean i try all how eh, to ignore him, and to keep him out of my heart and soul, but damn if he eh have a way about him that does pull and tug on the secret side of me. Yuh know that side? That side people does whisper does exist in me, that they think i have but they eh too sure? Well that bitch of a man just walked in and tore down all my walls, my sacred walls that have kept my lonely ass, alone but safe for all these years, HE!!! that bastard!!!! came and got rid of them all in a blink.
Hmmm, after so long of me staying safe, now what am i to do eh, what can i even try to do.
"Elroy!!!!! Yuh dinner ready and on de table, come inside and eat before it get cold!"
"Woman! I tell you i want food? When i ready i will come! Ah Chuts man! Always trying to tell me what to do...."
"When yuh see it end up in de garbage and yuh ass hungry yuh go know!"

Yes watch him playing big man for the boys, but i know he hungry, and he know i know he hungry, and i see the lil smile he cover up when i call him, and he was watching as i cook and lay it out for him. Imagine that eh, i cooking and puttin out food for a man, and not just any man eh, but HE!
"After all that nagging it better taste good eh..."
You think i go answer he with that? Never! I will however, sit here with him, make sure he has enough juice, and that it cold just the way he like it, and watch him eat, and swallow whole those sweet perfect lil smiles and the glimmer in his eyes, as he cleans that plate of food i cook, and enjoy it.
Why? Because what i made out of love and with my hands for him, he relish and love and even need and appreciate it. We will never tell each other that, but sometimes, well actually most times, love is about the doing and showing, an not really about the talking and mamaguying.

"And doh cook that same ting again tomorrow eh...i eh want that again for de week...."
"Well thank goodness i mean after yuh eat it every damn day last week, i was hoping for ah ease up..."
"Woman!"
"STEEEUUUUUPPPSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!"

12:03 pm  
Blogger Lisa Allen-Agostini said...

fff#29 posted at http://lisaallen-agostini.com/

5:48 pm  
Blogger sweet trini said...

in+done, forgot to say so...walk good

10:52 am  
Blogger sweet trini said...

mystie, gyul, ah wasn' lookin fuh yuh dey. very touching. walk good.

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Thursday, October 14, 2010

fff#28

my flash fiction friday #28; (inclusion) trigger: rebellion, fox, strange, mirror, pleasure. testdriving new character again but promising that if these explorations wuk we'll meet these folks again, maybe even gathering together...so how this one do? walk good.

i bubblewrap myself before i go to the parlour. is the pleasure of the fellas on the corner to say all kinna ting as i pass and i never know if it will stay polite or cross into graphic or otherwise distasteful so i prepare my defences, starting with the shot.
one shot of granny’s crown royal just before i put on clothes does wonders for courage, warmth spreading through my flesh and organs and penetrating bones (this discovered a night she kept all of us by her while all the grownups went some fete ‘cause aunty bunny was home for the first carnival in donkey-years; me and my cousin dared to kiss by a relentless gang of teenage siblings and assorted relatives while gran snored like the garbage truck rumbling up the lane an early morning).
i swallow the shot and find music; sometimes talib, sometimes shadow or machel, a protective layer of feelgood or militant to armour myself.
a quick look in the mirror to see if i need a small fresh or already have on anything functional; is only the corner, easy-on-easy-off, but doh make the mistake of home-shortpants ‘cause them fellas on the corner watching and your bumsee will draw more attention than you expect, especially with that thin house vest; doh look like you tryin’ to look good ‘cause tha’s talk, but doh look sloppy either ‘cause tha’s a nex’ kinna talk…readying for this excursion always strange, vibesin’ from far, trying to feel the road from inside the house to put on the right mask to face it.
the guilty cat coming over the wall from the neighbour yard as i step outside just in time to catch her already leaping, back legs barely anchored on top the wall, forepaws stretching, reaching into space, but as we eyes make four she mash brakes in mid-air and scramble back, claws snatching the vines holding the wall together to pull herself to equilibrium and still smirk at me, a mere mortal trying to maco the manoeuvring of cats.
she suspect she eh outfox me ‘cause i smile back like i know her secret buried in our yard under the guava tree, and with that she freeze, staring, glaring ‘cause i make out her shady cat business.
how she watch me as i leave is the last little push the growing rebellion in my chest need to send me to the parlour head high this time: fyah bun them fellas ole talk, i taking down tigers today.

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Blogger Lisa Allen-Agostini said...

wicked. i love the deconstruction of the shortpants/vest vs the corner boys...

6:01 pm  
Blogger sweet trini said...

thank you...
blushing...
walk good biglove

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Friday, October 08, 2010

flash fiction friday #28

feeling weird and suspect this flash fiction friday trigger reflects such; doh know wha' else to say but look fff#28 (inclusion) trigger: rebellion, fox, strange, mirror, pleasure.
rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to the deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whatever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.

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Blogger Lisa Allen-Agostini said...

posted fff#28: The strange tale of the pants cat, at http://lisaallen-agostini.com

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Blogger mystie said...

Some say i am sly like a fox, a difficult puzzle to unravel. They say so thinking to reduce the pleasure of my soul and to make me un-see all that i see in my mind's mirror that shows me true me. They cannot rattle me. They have no idea with whom they are dealing. My soul carries forth its rambunctious rebellion in this unseemly strange world that continues to stuff the idea of sameness down our gullible throats.
They can't get me to swallow that, no matter how they try.
I know the truth. My truth. And to that will i hold all my days in this world.

10:04 pm  
Anonymous ozymajiq said...

My mirror speaks cloud, dregs from the storms of seclusion, when eye couldn’t meet four and the fear of 7 years of bad luck reflected and refluxed into 10 of shallow breathing. Shoulda broke it. Broke it and faced the terror of free air. The coy coin of pleasure/pain. Flipped the script from read to done. Not Yellow bellied crawling away from the scent of rebellion. Hunter and hunted the fox knows both runs. The sweat is inseparable. The me is defendable as I turn around snarling. I will no longer be a stranger to my strange

10:11 pm  
Blogger sweet trini said...

in+done (post above on mainpage) and gone to read allyuh...walk good.

3:41 pm  
Blogger sweet trini said...

triggered 2strangemirror-pieces and 2 tiny-fox stories (maybe i had some of both?)...imagery-rich work all-round...allyuh want a starter next(#29) or likin inclusions? cause i like new shit to read every week...walk good.
oh! welcome, ozy!

3:55 pm  
Blogger mystie said...

starter....give us a challenge :)

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Thursday, October 07, 2010

wha gwan

in no particular order:
discovered in gyazette rehearsal/jam (big-up my headspace house band) that pointe shoes make sweet percussion.
over the parents' diningroom table today (yesterday, for nitpickers; eh sleep yet) the gremlin+kb uncover a bes' lie i thought i was taking to my grave- we cyah even remember (by dinner, mere hours later) wha' ma say that make zed unintentionally buss the file, but we talkin' asset management for when fred dead, i say we sendin' kb 'bago with a live-in nurse 'cause neither ah we mindin' she, and something make zed tell her something like, "i know, you went to get your tubes tied and they told you you were pregnant with me..." so ma jus' watch her, blank+confused, and as zed slowly making the "hellooo?!" face @ kb in the silence i cyah stop the laughter- i told the gremlin she was a mistake so long ago i doh even remember when; apparently she was convinced enough to tell other people that story. later yesterday @ hakka (lovely dinner, yay!) with uncle vic + auntys gail+v, fred was thoroughly pleased with my initiative when zed told the story, plus tell the table 'bout walking on water like jesus and the haircombing-brain-eroding lie...we had a time. with family. hmmm...
it seems georgia tech (birthplace of the robot that can play+improvise jazz music) pushing for destruction of the human race; these jackasses teaching robots to lie! i jus' cyah understand how anybody smart enough to teach a robot to lie cyah see the inherent foolishness of teaching robots to lie- did they not see i, robot? never read anything by asimov or dick? lacking basic commonsense? they really need to be told that once robots can deceive is they indestructible? plus, as colbert point out the other day, robot skin now makes them self-aware...only a matter of time...
and speaking of armageddon, the now-officially undead dick cheney has no pulse.
differently undead, the immortal henrietta lacks, whose cells save the lives of so many, while her family lacks the means to save their own.
ending positive; sorry i couldn't embed: mos def + black thought + eminem + dj premier...chune!
walk good.

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