Friday, October 16, 2009


this time the late trigger not my fault, for real- i was ready @ the machine well before noon, but the internet and the machine itself were not interested in cooperating with our desire to fff- things had to be shut down, rebooted, apologies on behalf of technology, and feel free to take back the extra hour on the deadline...
this week we have an inclusion trigger:

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for triggers (starter sentences, closers, titles, inclusion clauses, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55am 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 wonderful 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 story (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 story as a post on your own blog (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.
write fresh!
walk good.


Blogger Chrissy said...

sorry for being a lamo last week, will make up for it in kind

2:56 pm  
Blogger sweet trini said...

am i the only one in+done this week? my fff's @ the top of this blog's mainpage if anybody else checking...walk good.

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

late! sorry...

She scratched her head and peered at the fat white flake adhering to her index finger. Ewwwwwww. But it was hers so she popped it into her mouth. Crunchy. Not bad for dandruff. She could rake her fingers through her hair and raise snowdrifts. They tasted better than boogers, but not as nice as scabs.
She wondered what it would be like to be a snake, shedding her skin every few months and being able to eat that whole thing. She might enjoy it. Was snakeskin salty and crunchy like her own body's sheddings? She wondered.
Her mother slapped her hand every time she saw her doing it, picking at her head and her knees and her nose, but it didn't break the habit. Mother, knowing that what was at stake was her daughter's image, persisted. But daughter didn't care. They were hers to scratch and hers to eat.

1:02 pm  
Blogger sweet trini said...

lise: eeewww!!! wonderfully gross. perfect way to tie those trigger words together...walk good

1:17 pm  
Blogger crazyfool said...

in late (i suck) but wanted to fff anyway. i figure i'd let fffers know about it.
.. and ladies my initial thought of flake was dandruff too... gross. woulda wrote about it too, but cheated and read both of yours before i wrote.
love your pieces.

11:00 pm  

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