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Packing, packing, packing. I should be packing.

Stress. *sigh*


I should be packing. I should be cleaning. I should be packing.

Why not? Because I’m too stressed out.

That’s why not.

There’s a finite amount of time, and a mountain load of stuff to deal with.


I don’t even know where to start! Every time I think I’ve made a dent, it’s like it’s just found somewhere else.

I climb over once, just to slide down the other side. When I look up, there’s another mountain waiting for me.

I thought I had some inroads made; I really did.

The one main artery that bisected the space collapsed.

Now that part’s cut off completely.


I hope there wasn’t anything there when it happend. I’ll probably never know.

I honestly didn’t think it would stick. They threatened me repeatedly, but I figured nothing would ever happen.

Until it finally did.

And now they tell me I have to move.

The world is ending in three days.


I’m running in circles. If I had a tail, I’d be chasing it.

I can’t do it! I can’t!

I don’t know where to start. There’s no end in sight.

I wanted to ask for help, but I’m too proud. And now look where it’s gotten me.


A lifetime to sift through. 3 days.

I can’t do it. I can’t.


That’s all they see, I know.

That’s what they think, I know.

They try not to show their disgust, I know.



My world is ending in 3 days. I have to move.

I am paralyzed; overwhelmed; defeated.

Because of it. That stuff.


Maybe more will collapse and bury me beneath; cocooned in memories.

That’s it!

I can’t do it. I can’t leave. I won’t leave.

They won’t find me, and it won’t matter.

I see my goal. I hope it shifts. Here it comes; as if on cue.

Ahhhh. I’m safe.

But I can’t breathe-



The prompt for Trifextra’s week 23 is “the world will end in three days.”

Leave me a comment to let me know what you think I’m talking about! ūüėÜ

PS-¬†edtited to share that this is fiction. I, personally, am not packing. ūüėÄ But I am pretty sure that if I only had three days to pack and move, I might well be feeling all this. ūüėÜ


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“Ygron¬†pyr. Igron¬†pyr. Greek fire. Sheesh. You’d think they could pick one name and stick to it, ” Frank muttered under his breath.

“Ygron¬†pyr, ignite!

Igron pyr, take flight!

Greek fire, demands the fight!

Count once more

to even the score,

Live another day

to enter the fray.

To be true and succeed

the enemy must bleed,

All at one time,

the fire is divine!



Take flight!

Ygron pyr, weapon of lore

Igron pyr, even the score 

Greek fire, extinct no more!”

“Shit, Macy? Could you talk in a language I can hear? I mean, understand? When you go all crazy rhyme-y like that, it’s like you’re getting your inner witch on, and I can’t help tune out. It’s seriously like I can’t even hear you unless I concentrate real hard, and then it’s like the earth is laughing beneath my heavy feet, which totally makes no sense at all, whatsoever. And then, in that moment, I lose myself, all wrapped up in the pleasures of the world.

Damn. I really am losing my marbles. I don’t even know where that last bit came from. Seriously?” Frank snorted. “It’s like I’m channeling Smashing Pumpkins or something. I think we’ve been on this stake-out too long. Or we need new music. Or both.”

He gently shook Macy, trying to get her to stop chanting. Eyes wild, Macy’s arms rose above her head, swirling back and forth, as if to conjure spirits from the dead. Dropping suddenly, her hand snaked over the gear shifter and grabbed Frank’s arm with a vice-like grip.

Frank was getting worried. He had never seen her freak out this many times in one day. And he hadn’t ever seen her hair smolder, either. He had a bad feeling that even with his munitions expertise, he might not be able to diffuse the ticking bomb sitting next to him in his car.

“Frankie,” Macy rasped, “I’m sticky. Next time, remind me to pack some wet wipes.”


It’s Trifecta’s 33rd weekly writing challenge! To celebrate, they’ve issued 3 different challenges. If you click on the Trifecta link, you can see all three.

I must confess to being a sucker for a good challenge. If you’ve been reading along, you’ve noticed that each week since I’ve started, I’ve used the prompt within a continuing story, Gunz-N-Roses. Initially, I thought I would write three different parts to this ongoing saga. And then I thought, “What’s the fun in that?” ūüėÜ

Yep. You guessed it. I got lazy issued myself the challenge of working all three prompts into a single post that made some kind of sense. Tell me what you think!¬† ūüėÜ

I’d like to say all of this was original content; alas, Frank had other ideas. Part of this week’s offering comes to you courtesy of the Smashing Pumpkins.

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As inconspicuously as she could, Macy altered the angle of her head so she could more clearly see the movement she’d caught out of the corner of her eye. A wild giggle threatened to escape, as she was torn between throwing herself out of the car or giving a resounding slap.

“Hey, babe. Roll down your window and take it.”

“Really?” Macy was on the edge of losing what little control she had left.

“Really? You leave me hanging like that and then bring me cake?!” Sparks nearly flew as her window opened. She momentarily debated whether or not to unlock the door for him.

Frank came around and opened his door. As he slid across the seat, his jeans made the sticking sucking sound of weather too hot for anything but frying eggs. He grimaced. Not only were his jeans sticking to the car seat, but they were stuck to him, too. He’d have to deal with impacted nether regions later.

Right now, they had work to do.

Frank leaned back and started the car, hoping the air conditioning would kick in soon. It wasn’t just Macy licking frosting off her fingers that had him hot under the collar.

“Sorry about that back there. Guess I forgot to turn my headset off. Besides, did you hear the conversation while I was going? I was hoping you would catch what they were saying. Sounded like it was coming from the flower shop, via the duct work. Big problem doesn’t even begin to describe this. Nope. This is worse than a pen of pig slop in the June monsoon. This is the gift that’s gonna keep on giving. Yepper. It’s gonna be more trouble than Charlie Sheen attempting therapy. It’s gonna be like-”

“Frank!” Macy shouted, to get his attention.

“Honestly,” she swore in her head, “He’s like a dog sometimes; totally¬†got a¬†one track mind¬†unless he’s redirected to break the silly spell.” She’d sure give him a new bone to follow.


Have you missed Frank and Macy?¬† I have! ūüėÜ

It’s week 28 of Trifecta’s writing challenge.

Clean- Part 1

Cheap- Part 2

Brain- Part 3

Scandal- Part 4

Observe- Part 5

Confidence- Part 6

Thunder- Part 7

Enigma- Part 8

Trouble- Part 9


This week, we give you:

WILD (adj)

1 a : living in a state of nature and not ordinarily tame or domesticated <wild ducks>
b (1) : growing or produced without human aid or care <wildhoney>
(2) : related to or resembling a corresponding cultivated or domesticated organism
2 a : not inhabited or cultivated <wild land>
b : not amenable to human habitation or cultivation
Please remember:

Good luck, and we’ll see you back on Friday.

This week’s word is: wild.

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She relentlessly tapped her arm rest; her fingers beating out a cadence like a drummer boy going into battle. It was a rare event that got her fingers moving without conscious thought. Macy was usually pretty well put together; usually she was totally in control.

But Frank? He got to her. He threatened to pull the string that would unravel her completely. Her years with the Service somehow, surprisingly, didn’t prepare her for this partnering.

There was something about Frank that got under her skin. She’d learned to put up with his nonsensical jabbering. He was a talker, that’s for sure. Normally, she couldn’t get him to put a cork in it.

And now he’d gone silent- completely silent. Not a drip-drop of final off-loading; not a sigh of relief. Nothing.

“Trouble. This is what this is, she thought. Nothing but trouble.”

Macy couldn’t get the ringing of Frank’s silence out of her head.

“What the heck is he doing?! He should have been out or at least answered by now. I can’t go on reconnaissance and get him. I’ll never get away with it. My shift is over and they’ll know something’s fishy if I end up back inside tonight. They know I had plans and couldn’t attend the opening.”

Macy’s mind began to crazily run away from her.

What if………. what if they had caught him mid-stream? Surely she would have heard that, too, wouldn’t she have? What if they’d caught him mid-zip and he couldn’t actually say anything because of the pain? What if he made it out of the bathroom, only to be accosted and slathered with cake?

“Come on, Frank! Not now! I was just starting to sort you out!”

Macy wiped an impromptu¬†escaping tear. She caught the movement out of the corner of her eye, and smacked her head-¬†again- into her window. If¬†they got out of this alive, she’d ask for a different car; one that wasn’t going to give her endless concussions.


Yep! It’s that time again! It’s week 27 of Trifecta’s writing challenge. I’m thinking about making a page for the Frank and Macy saga, but I haven’t decided on a title yet. I’m sure it’ll come to me, but until it does, I’ll be stuck editing the links.¬† ūüėÜ

Clean- Part 1

Cheap- Part 2

Brain- Part 3

Scandal- Part 4

Observe- Part 5

Confidence- Part 6

Thunder- Part 7

Enigma- Part 8

Wild- Part 10

1 : the quality or state of being troubled especially mentally
2 : public unrest or disturbance <there’s trouble brewing downtown>
Please remember:

Good luck, and we’ll see you back on Friday.

~~~~ And, because life is a soundtrack and you’ve been bored¬†brave enough to scroll all the way to the bottom of this post, I bring you Trouble. (Coyote Ugly, anyone?)¬† ūüėÜ


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1) I could live on popcorn. But not the microwaved stuff.¬† That stuff smells like barf and makes me gag. I don’t like hot air popped popcorn, either. Most of the bagged stuff doesn’t pop well, either. The only (as in, singular)¬†kind I¬†really like is Orville Redenbacher.¬†And then I microwave it.¬†Perfect!¬†

2) I have a large family. My immediate family (me, hunny,¬†and 4 kids) is small in comparison. I would have at least one more, but well, you know how that goes. My son wanted a brother for the longest time and I kept telling him to put his order in with Daddy. That ship has sailed, though, and it really wasn’t terribly hard to get rid of the baby stuff.¬†Did I mention the youngest turned 8 yesterday?

3) Not only were some of my kids born in the water, but we went with a lotus birth with the last one. While I could have¬†encapsulated the placenta with a lotus birth, I¬†figured we were doing enough with the herbs/salt. The biggest thing with this¬†is getting the herbs right so that your pets don’t follow you around sniffing, thinking you are going to give them a meaty treat. Yes, I’m on the crunchy side on the granola scale.¬† ūüėܬ†¬†

¬†4) I’ve fallen down a mountain.¬†With a baby in a sling. On my back.¬†I don’t think I need to say anything else besides it wasn’t intentional. And, we both lived to tell about it. Plus, I’m still embarassed. You can ask her, but she’s 8 now, and she won’t remember. Thank goodness.

Discuss.¬† ūüėÜ


Links for the above points: 



One on the variations of the granola test: http://www.mothering.com/community/t/615062/crunchy


Trifextra: Week Fifteen weekend challenge!

Three truths and a lie.
33 to 333 words.

Bring it.

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Frank snuck a sideways look out of the corner of his eye and saw that Macy was still wrapped up in herself. For the time being, her car gymnastics seem to be keeping her narcolepsy at bay, but she was still in outer space somewhere.

He tapped his earpiece to make sure it was on and that he wasn’t missing something. Silence. “But damn, that Marisol has a hot voice. Too bad she’s not as sexy as she sounds. At least she’s quiet, so it looks like I can slip away.”

It was time for Frank to¬†answer the call of nature. He missed the days when going on a stakeout meant bottles instead of cups with lids. This stopping and starting bit was¬†about to get old. He’d had to change his bathroom habits once he got a female partner,¬†and bottles weren’t as multi-purposed as they used to be.

Not wanting to alert Macy, Frank silently opened his door, slid out, and then closed it with a soft click. It was time to ditch protocol and enter the target of the stakeout.

“It’s the closest building,” Frank reasoned. “Plus, with all the meatheads here to observe the grand re-opening, no one is going to notice me anyhow.”

While Frank despised the catch-name for his team, the MnMs, he did find the name of the businesses amusing. “Gunz-n-Roses. Ha. At least they didn’t use something really stupid like ‘Pansies-n-Pumpin,” ‘Flowers While You Weight’ or ‘Get Buff and Fluff.'”

“Nah, Gunz-n-Roses is an¬†ok name, as names go,” Frank¬†decided. He still hadn’t figured out the real connection between the two businesses, outside of newly married owners and the ability to accept large freight items.

With the big bash going on, the owners under surveillance¬†wouldn’t notice him oozing in to use the facilities. Frank flexed his muscles, to help him fit in with the crowd. It was time to infiltrate and let loose his liquids.


To read the first four parts of the story, check out these links:

Clean- Part 1

Cheap- Part 2

Brain- Part 3

Scandal- Part 4

Confidence- Part 6

Thunder- Part 7

It’s week 23 of Trifecta’s writing challenge.

This week’s word is:
ob¬∑serve verb \…ôb-ňąz…ôrv\

1: to conform one’s action or practice to (as a law, rite, or condition) : comply with

2: to inspect or take note of as an augury, omen, or presage

3: to celebrate or solemnize (as a ceremony or festival) in a customary or accepted wayPlease remember:

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Everyone crashed out,

Sleeping on the couch,

No one remembers;

No one can vouch.

Slowly awaking to

Cackles and taunts,

It rumbles and shatters,

Poking and flaunts.

Awareness trembles,

Opening one eye at a time,

There is no recollection

Of the actual crime.

Stumbling with a cry,

They all scurry;

Clamoring for the door,

Frantic and in a flurry.

Oppressive and sickening,

Outside in the gloom,

They raise their heads slowly,

Afraid of facing the doom.

With a crunch it straightens,

And drags them to their fates,

Without a look behind,

The scandal awaits.


This is my second entry for week 22 of Trifecta’s writing challenge. My first entry can be found here.

This week we’re back to just one word but it’s the third definition we’re looking for and we’re asking that you use it exactly as it appears below.

As always, we wish you well.

scan¬∑dal noun \ňąskan-d…ôl\
1 a: discredit brought upon religion by unseemly conduct in a religious person

b: conduct that causes or encourages a lapse of faith or of religious obedience in another
2: loss of or damage to reputation caused by actual or apparent violation of morality or propriety : disgrace

Please remember:

This week‚Äôs word is ‚Äėscandal‚Äô.

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The shuffling of the program¬†from the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) to the Department of Intelligence Agency (DIA) and then back to the CIA was essentially a “try to follow the bouncing ball” measure¬†before the documents were declassified in 1995.¬†After the scandal that rocked the government world, they were¬†publicly shelved.

Officially the project was kaput. In reality, that just meant they went underground and really got creative. The former team was now buried deeply within the Special Activities Division (SAD) of the CIA, and coordinated by team members from the Intelligence and Analysis, the Clandestine Service, and the Science and Technology divisions.

A true group effort,” Frank thought with a snort.¬†And then to top off the cluster, they chose the brainy she-bot Marisol with uncanny “intuition”¬†to lead them all.¬†Frank rolled his eyes.

Marisol was the off-the-wall choice to lead the Mesmeristic¬†Normative Mindvision¬†team, or “MnMs”¬†as they liked to call it. Well, Frank didn’t like to call it that, particularly since he was the “n” in the equation, solidly sandwiched between Marisol and Macy.

“Somebody either had too much caffeine or too many Wheaties that day when they¬†minted that stupid name,” Frank grumbled silently. Why they chose him to be the “normative” part of the equation was a mystery to him.

Nah, what Frank wanted to call his team was something that started with the first letter of his name and was profanity, which he reluctantly agreed to stop using when Macy “agreed” to be paired with him. At first blush, Frank was totally taken with Macy. He’d felt like for once he’d finally gotten a normal partner; a partner he could¬†put up with long-term.

Then he went on a stake-out with her and the weird just got deeper. It also gave him too much time to think. And right now, he was thinking about how he could sneak out and drain his lizard without irking either of the Ms.


To read the first three parts of the story, check out these links:

Clean- Part 1

Cheap- Part 2

Brain- Part 3

Observe- Part 5


It’s week 22 of Trifecta’s writing challenge.

This week we’re back to just one word but it’s the third definition we’re looking for and we’re asking that you¬† use it exactly as it appears below.

As always, we wish you well.

scan¬∑dal noun \ňąskan-d…ôl\
1   a: discredit brought upon religion by unseemly conduct in a religious person

     b: conduct that causes or encourages a lapse of faith or of religious obedience in another
2:   loss of or damage to reputation caused by actual or apparent violation of morality or propriety : disgrace

Please remember:

This week’s word is ‘scandal’.

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Her mind pacing, Macy went through the options, as she fought for control. She needed a variation on a theme.

Frank needed to take a leak. They’d been here all stinkin’ day. Gas station coffee seemed liked a good idea earlier in the day, but now he was wishing they hadn’t brought their industrial size thermoses. Yeah. That had been her idea, too. Frank grimaced, as he wondered how the heck he was going to survive his partner.

Shifting his weight while trying to ignore his mostly full bladder, Frank nearly lost control as he saw his¬†partner’s motion out of the corner of his eye. For a minute there, Frank wasn’t capable of walking and chewing bubble gum. Mouth open, he gaped at her.

“Do you mind?” Macy asked, trying to concentrate.

“Shit. Do you have to do that here?¬†Now? And what the hell?”

“Really, Frank, your language? No swearing. We had a deal.”

“Yeah, well, next time warn me you’re going to put your legs behind your¬†head. Shit.” He paused. “Sorry.”

Turning away, Frank tried to get his mind back on the case. That pretzely thing, though, brought back memories of his last cheap date, over three years ago.

He’d figured he couldn’t do any worse¬†with online dating. He was wrong.

He really thought he’d get a keeper that time, he remembered. She said she was a dancer, and he remembered thinking, “Good.¬†This ought to be fun.” He’d heard dancers were bendy. He thought she’d be classy and refined; someone he could actually show off with pride. He never was good at reading between the lines.

This one brought her own, apparently disposable, pole.

And then used his¬†police-department-issued¬†handcuffs to leave him chained to it¬†while she robbed him.¬†Frank’s previous partner didn’t find him¬†until the next day. He’d pissed himself then, too.

Trying to ignore the inevitable, he¬†brought his¬†focus¬†back¬†to Macy. She was one freakin’ weird chick.


This is my first entry for week 20 of Trifecta’s writing challenge. You’ve probably figured out I’m up for a good challenge. ūüėĬ† And being the way I am ;), I’ve decided to try a challenge within a challenge.¬† This being my second week of attempting it, it looks like it’s a go. Each week will bring a subsequent installment of an ongoing story, writing within the parameters set out by Trifecta.

For the beginning (Part 1) of the story, go to Clean.

For the next part of the story (Part 3) go to Brain.

The guidelines for this week are:

Here, you have an extra day to write and up to 300 extra words to play with. We’re generous like that. This week’s word is cheap.
cheap adj \ňąchńďp\
1   a : purchasable below the going price or the real value

     b : charging or obtainable at a low price <a good cheaphotel> <cheap tickets>
     c : depreciated in value (as by currency inflation) <cheapdollars>
2   : gained or done with little effort <a cheap victory> <talk ischeap>

     b : contemptible because of lack of any fine, lofty, or redeeming qualities <feeling cheap>

Please remember:

  1. Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
  2. You must use the 3rd definitionof the given word in your post.
  3. The word itself needs to be included in your response.
  4. You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
  5. Your post must include a link back to Trifecta.
  6. Please submit your post’s permalink, not the main page of your blog.¬† For example: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2012/03/trifextra-week-eight.html not http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com.
In the event you were wondering what Macy was doing with her legs behind her head, this is called  Dwi Pada Sirsasana and looks like this: 

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In the midst of the sneaking around, they weren’t paying attention to the details. She didn’t see the hidden cameras and microphones in the store. He didn’t see any, either, not even the ones barely concealed in his office.

And no one saw the inky mist in the back, which took the form of their young, new employee.

His business, he said publicly, was clean. There were no skeletons in his closet. Then he invited people to look………….

She told everyone he operated that way, too. She should know, shouldn’t she?

Could she keep the past hidden? Could she keep the present locked away from prying eyes?

Who would suspect a flower shop of that kind of thing?

It was an ideal cover. No one would look twice at a flower delivery van. No one would question the long boxes, coming in the back door, from all kinds of countries. Anything they acquired they presented as legit.

Macy was on a mission. Dashing in between two coolers, she stilled, huddling silently in the back room. Under the cover of dusk, she hoped no one would see her while she waited for them to leave, biding her time.

People were going to die if she didn’t get the evidence. And the clock was ticking……. tick tock…… tick tock…….

‚ÄúHey! Turn OFF that damn alarm,‚ÄĚ Frank hissed.

Macy started, cracking her head against the window as she abruptly jerked upright.

Frank was none too pleased. His new partner was questionably narcoleptic, which resulted in a weird, but probably necessary intervention: she carried around a pocket alarm, set to go off every half hour while they were on stakeouts.

Frank was sick of hearing it. It rattled his nerves just as much as it jangled its casing.

Macy cursed quietly. If she didn’t get some solid sleep soon- something that was unlikely until they got their evidence- she was bound to fall asleep at the most inopportune moment and blow the whole case.


This is my¬†second entry for the 19th week of Trifecta‚Äôs writing challenge.¬† Because¬†my first offering could¬†be a wee bit¬†subjective, I thought¬†it might be prudent to write another little ditty.¬† ūüėÄ

To see the second installment of this story, read Cheap.

This week’s word is: clean (adjective)

1: free from dirt or pollution

2: unadulterated, pure

3 a : free from moral corruption or sinister connections of any kind <a candidate with a clean record>

  b : free from offensive treatment of sexual subjects and from the use of obscenity <a clean joke>

  c : observing the rules : fair <a clean fight>

Please remember:

  1. Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
  2. You must use the 3rd definitionof the given word in your post.
  3. The word itself needs to be included in your response.
  4. You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.  (No cleaning, cleaned, cleans, cleaner, cleaning lady, etc.)
  5. Your post must include a link back to Trifecta.

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