Trifextra #100: The First Time I Saw…

The first time I saw you, so small in my hand, I felt joy, fear, love. You have grown now. Where life will take you, I don’t know. Just know, for all my faults, I love you, son.

Word Count: 38


For Trifextra Week 100. This week:

We are asking for a 33-word response to the following snippet:

The first time I saw. . .

Here’s the catch: all of your 33 words must be one syllable each.  We’re going low-brow on your this week.  Or not.  Can you class it up under these restrictions?  Give us your best.

To clarify, we are giving you 5 words.  We want another 33 from you, for a grand total of 38.

Head over to Trifecta and check out the other responses to the prompt. Feel free to join in!

Hope you enjoy.

Happy Reading and Writing!

J. Milburn





Trifecta 109: Not Worth It

“Hey, geek.” A beefy hand reached out and slapped the books out of Randy’s hands. “You should be more careful!”‘

“Asshole,” Randy muttered.

Rough hands grabbed his shirt and slammed him against a locker. The chaotic murmur of the hallway stopped as eyes turned to the spectacle. “What’d you say, you little prick?”

“Nothing! Leave me alone!” Randy searched for salvation. Stares averted or filled with contempt no matter where he looked.

Except for one. Elizabeth, a cheerleader, put her hand on Brad’s arm. “Come on, Brad. You don’t want to be suspended, do you?”

Brad’s face filled with disgust. “Whatever. You’re not worth it, nerd.”

Randy’s eyes watered as he bent down to pick up his books. He never saw Elizabeth looking back at him.


“Do you think Elizabeth Rogers would say yes if I asked her out?” The sounds of silverware against plates and mouths masticating stopped in unison. Randy squirmed at his parents’ incredulous looks.

Randy’s older sister, Lisa, cackled, sending food flying in his face. “Go out with you? Elizabeth Rogers? She would never go out with you.”

“Lisa, that’s enough,” Mom muttered, not looking at Randy. Dad studied his mashed potatoes.

“I’m not hungry.” Randy left the table and stormed upstairs. He flopped on his bed, muttering, “Whatever. I don’t care what they think. I don’t care! I don’t…”


Randy waited until the hallways filled. He glanced around, feeling phantom eyes watching. Everyone ignored him.

Except one.

Brad stood at his locker nearby. Randy breathed deep, the bulge under his jacket colder and heavier than it was in the morning. He stalked close, hand inching in his coat, when Elizabeth intercepted him. “Yes,” she said.


“I heard your sister talking about how you wanted to ask me out. The answer is yes, but,” she glanced at his left side, “only if you don’t do this.”

Randy sighed, hand falling to his side. “He’s not worth it.”

Lips brushed cheek. “You’re right. He’s not. You are.”

Word Count: 333

Trifecta time again! This week’s word prompt and third definition to be used:



WHATEVER: (adverb) Used to show that something is not important

The challenge: Use 33-333 words to tell your story using the word.

Normally, I’m not one to shy away from the dark stuff, and I almost went there with this one. As I wrote, I found I really didn’t want to go that route. I went with what I wished would happen instead. Why? Because I wanted a happy ending for this situation where too often there is only horror. I didn’t think anyone would object.

Head over to Trifecta and read some great writers and their takes on the prompt.

Happy Reading and Writing!

J. Milburn


Trifextra 99: Three-Word Resolution

This week at Trifextra, the prompt is inspired by Michael Hess and his three-word New Year’s Resolution: Just be nice. This week the crew at Trifecta have to come up with their own three word resolutions. Here’s mine:

Do my best.

Hope everyone has a great 2014!

Happy Reading and Writing!

J. Milburn

Trifecta 108: King’s Knights of Pangaea

“Old Father, what’s wrong?”

Tammy knelt before the village elder, hand grasping his knee. The wizened centenarian sighed and placed his hand over hers. His eyes lost focus as he watched the past. “I worry about the direction the kingdom is going, little daughter. The Aviar are massing, and our young flock to the King’s call.”

Her face reddened as she contemplated the wrinkled plas-sheet in her pocket, acknowledging her acceptance into the King’s Knights’ training program. She struggled to grasp the sense of pride that swelled her chest when she received it. “What would you have us do, Father? We must protect ourselves and our way of li-”

“To arms! To arms!” A small boy ran through the border village, bellowing out the hue and cry. “The Aviar are here! To arms!”

“Go, child!” The wise man stood and shuffled into his domicile, muttering, “Our peoples used to be friends. Why can’t we be that again?”

Tammy’s long legs carried her to her dwelling on the opposite side of the village. The sounds of plasma-fire, screams, and bird-screeches began behind her as she burst through the door. “Dad! I need the rifle!”

Her true father, already clad in thin armor and carrying the weapon she looked for, shook his head. “You are not a Knight yet, Tammy.” He pointed to the family blade, hanging in its place of honor on the wall. “Take that and protect your little brother.”

Tammy cried as her father strode with terrible purpose toward the sounds of chaos. She dried her eyes and gathered Paul with her into the shelter.

The sounds of battle seemed to last for eternity, in reality only an hour. Tammy peeked her head out at the shroud of silence. She held Paul’s hand and walked through the village.

The raid devastated the small town. Bodies lay everywhere, burned and broken. Old Father stared at her father with sightless eyes.

She squeezed Paul’s hand and started the long journey to the castle.


For Trifecta Week 108. This story plays off the world, Pangaea, I built for the Daily Post Prompt: Interplanet Janet. Hope you enjoy.

Happy Holidays and Happy Reading and Writing!

J. Milburn

Trifextra Week 98: Someone’s Getting Coal

photo by Kriskaer on Flickr

Teddy couldn’t wait for Christmas day,

so sister helped him steal Santa’s sleigh.

Teddy could not fly it,

and the world threw a fit,

when the presents went to Paraguay!

Trifextra time! In the new format, the crew over at Trifecta alternate the challenge each week. This week is the 33-word Trifextra prompt. The prompt: Charles Dickens, in A Christmas Carol, wrote “There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humour.” We are giving you exactly 33 words to make us laugh out loud and spread some festive cheer. 

I decided to try yet another new poetry form this week, the limerick. Hope you enjoy.

Head on over to Trifecta and read some great writers take on the prompt. Feel free to join in the fun!

Happy Reading and Writing!

J. Milburn