flash fiction friday #34
flash fiction friday #34 (inclusion)trigger (literal, figurative or allusion; although literal uses the rhyme): ghost, roast, boast, toast, host.
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.
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.
posted by sweet trini @ 11:57 am
3 comments
3 Comments:
This roast fowl not working out good at all. It feeling like if i ramping with a ghost. I dunno what do this man nah, and why i believe his boast. Clearly i am very drunk, this always happens when i go weddings. At least this time i am not a bridesmaid and he is not the groom...what can i say 1999 was a helluva year! Steups he still going yes, and i more than fed up, i doh think he could find my pim if it had a big red arrow pointing it out. Steups sex yes, the potential always seems to be greater than the result these days...this is why my ex does watch me and grin, cause he know somewhere deep down inside me i does be craving him. That bitch.
I really can't crawl back to him yuh know, i just can't, even though he knows how to find every single part of me that makes me....oh geez finally he done..."Mih cell number? Nah daise ok...yeah yeah is ok...yeah bye!"
Man does play ting but they does catch feelings when they not suppose to all the time, lemme go wash this man off me in the bathroom yes.
Sigh when will i learn. I want to go home, scrub myself from head to toe, and lay down in my own bed and finish what this fool could not even start. Watch a lil blues and cool mihself.
"And now we will have the opening toast from the mother of the bride..."
Shit that is the host calling for me...time to slip back on my "butter cyar melt in this mouth" face and go not embarrass my daughter with the speech she made me write two weeks ago, while trying to ignore the big stinking smirk that will be on her father's face. I wonder if he go still be smirking if he know what he brother just try to do to me...heh, i guess some things doh run in the family genes yes, but then again looking at how happy my new son in law seems to be with his new bride...maybe some things do...
in+done, above this on blog...walk good.
http://isharalegreat.blogspot.com/2010/12/flash-fiction-friday-34-traveller.html
cuz i realize u didn't see it yet
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