Trifextra: Week Ninety-Eight – One Cold Christmas Eve

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.

One cold Christmas Eve Santa came to our house and caught Mommy and Daddy being naughty on the sofa.  He was so embarrassed that he would never come to our house after that.


Trifextra: Week Ninety-Six

This weekend we are assuming that many of you are slogging your way through leftovers and family bickering (or is that just us?) and thus we’re going way easy on you.  This weekend we are asking for a 33-word free write.  Give us whatever you’ve got. 
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The world is crazy.  Black Friday sales that start on Thanksgiving.  People pushing, shoving, yelling, punching, shooting, getting arrested.  Where is the peace?  Where is the love?  Where is the charity in this?

Run Away With Me

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The metal men were getting closer.  Shelly hid behind a dumpster hoping they wouldn’t find her.  She’d seen them kill so many of her friends and family.  Somebody had called them Cybermen.  To her they were simply nightmare in silver.  She prayed to whatever god might be listening that they wouldn’t find her hiding place.

They were right in front of her when someone grabbed her hand and simply said, “Run”.  She didn’t know why, but she obeyed instantly.  She held onto that hand for dear life.  Following a strange man wasn’t something she did on a regular basis, but this wasn’t an ordinary circumstance.

He led her to a blue police box.  She didn’t even know they still existed and she didn’t think it was safe to be hiding in a wooden box from these metal creatures.  The man opened the door and said, “Come on.”  Shelly didn’t know why, but she obeyed, glancing back at the silver figures that were following them.

She stumbled to a halt when she got inside the box.  She had expected something much smaller, but it was some sort of ship on the inside.

“Who are you?” she asked with trepidation in her voice.

“I’m The Doctor,” he replied.  “So, Shelly Edwards of Chicago, will you be my companion?” he asked.

“How do you know my name?” Shelly asked.

“I’m a Time Lord,” he explained.  “I know everything that I need to know about you.”  He turned a monitor to face her and she saw a basic biography of her life upon it.

“Where are we going?” she asked.  She had already decided to go with him.  She didn’t know why, but something inside of her told her that she must.

“Anywhere in time and space that you wish,” he answered.

“Surprise me,” she smiled, taking his hand in hers.


This is a piece of Doctor Who fanfiction written in response to this week’s Trifecta Writing Challenge:


1:  one that accompanies another:  comrade, associate; also:  one that keeps company with another

2 obsolete:  rascal


a :  one that is closely connected with something similar

b :  one employed to live with and serve another


  • Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
  • You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
  • The word itself needs to be included in your response.
  • You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
  • Only one entry per writer.
  • If your post doesn’t meet our requirements, please leave your link in the comments section, not in the linkz.
  • Trifecta is open to everyone.

This week’s word is companion.

Halloween Rage

A pile of leaves burned as the neighborhood gathered in front of the mayor’s house.  A child was climbing a tree to get a better view above the crowd.  They were carrying signs saying things like “Quit Now”, “Resign as Mayor” and other fairly colorful remarks.

The town was angry because their water supply had been ruined due to the mayor ordering a pesticide to be sprayed to help downsize the mosquito population.  The problem was that the pesticide had contaminated the water supply.

The mayor had scheduled a press conference for 3:p.m.  The crowd started gathering shortly before hand, calling for his resignation.  Apparently they were fed up with his incompetency in office.  Never mind that he had ran unopposed.  Nobody else wanted the thankless job.

The streets were decorated for Halloween.  A Halloween that was spoiled by the fact that the kids couldn’t put on their makeup or spray paint their hair because there would be no water to wash it off with.

As the mayor made his way down the gangway of his house, the crowd began to boo.  The closer he had gotten to the podium, the louder the crowd yelled.  Nobody was even going to give him a chance to speak.  Somebody threw a rotten tomato.  Then more people joined in throwing eggs and rotten fruit and vegetables.  The police didn’t even bother to stop them.  They continuously pounded the mayor with all sorts of garbage.

He fell on the ground and the mob simply attacked him.  They didn’t stop until he was no longer moving.  The crowd began to disperse, no longer filled with the rage that they had experienced only moments before.

The boy in the tree watched the mayor’s body begin to twitch.  Slowly, the body began to stand up.  The mayor turned to look at the boy in the tree.  His red eyes glowed red with a fierce look of anger and rage.



Inspired by:  Trifecta


Babies crying for attention

Adults arrested for violations

Basic needs not met

Years of living with regret

Lovers quarrel in the night

Only ending their needless plight

Nights end in modern day Babylon


Bullets fly through the yard

Allowing man to become hard

Buildings burn to the ground

Youthful innocence isn’t found

Liars begging, cheating, stealing

Our souls never feeling

Never believing in modern day Babylon


Bricks collapse from wear

Always fighting what we fear

Brave soldiers carrying on

Yearning for the last con

Looking forward to the end

Oblivious of one called friend

Narcissism in modern day Babylon



Inspired by:  Trifecta

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