Tag Archives: Trifecta Writing Challenge

Musgrove does it again

“Well done Musgrove!  You’ve managed to manipulate them into thinking we’re outnumbered!” exclaimed The Lord Davenport-Whit as he brought his horse up beside the General. “Yes my lord.” replied General Musgrove, a grin on one side of his face as … Continue reading

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Time is of the essence

Jemima brushed a wisp of hair across her forehead and behind her ear, frowned slightly as she looked up at her brother.  “How are we going to get to Edward from here?  We’re very far away.” “True, we’ll need to … Continue reading

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Over the barrel

You see that? You see that mother-fucker? All the walls twisting on you; your whole fucking roof twisting on you.  Your whole life twisting around this moment, this one moment where everything twists around this one bullet; a flash, a … Continue reading

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Dancing

Rhythm pounds the air, thumping like a pulse. Lights flicker in the darkness, mist from dry ice snaking its way round the mass of dancing forms as they buck and writhe. He feels the warmth of her body brush against … Continue reading

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Bang Tail saloon

Thayne pushed open a swing door and glanced around the saloon, smoke from his cigarillo curling and drifting into a haze as he listened to the ebullient tinkle of piano music, punctuated by the occasional broken glass. The rickety wooden … Continue reading

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The Thunder Grill

Idelle looked around the mall as her mother cooed over a necklace at the jewellery stand.  She’d seen the necklaces, they were all the same; gold chains, some of them had pretty stones in them. Her mother was taking forever. … Continue reading

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Traitor within the ranks

In the officer’s mess, Lieutenant Firedrake sat on a bench with her elbows on the rough wooden table, chin in hands, staring down disconsolately at the infuscation on her left forearm. The enchorial brand of the Noetican high military etched … Continue reading

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