Trifecta 33-Word Challenge: Real Housewives of Plato’s Utopia

Welcome Dear Readers!  Well here we are at the weekend Trifecta Challenge.  This weekend we are asked to write a 33-word story inspired by the picture below:

Real Housewives of Plato’s Utopia

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There’s Glaucon! Hi Gluacon! Love you!

He’s such a phonie!

I hate phonies!

Me too!

This puppet show is full of them.

I know!

I like your orange tan!

I like yours too!

Real Housewives of Platos Utopia

Until next time . . . I love you

Trifecta Weekend Writing Challenge: Just Three Measly Words

It’s time once again for the always challenging and super fun Weekend Trifecta Writing challenge.  Here’s the challenge:

“Robert Frost one said,

“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.”  

We want you to do the same.  Sum up anything you want, but do it in three words.  Your response should mirror Frost’s quote by beginning, “In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about–.”  And the last four words are yours to choose.”

In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about schizophrenia: just be yourselves.

“Yay! I get to be myself today!”
“No I got to be myself yesterday. It’s my turn to be myself today.”

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Until next time . . . I love you

Trifecta Writing Challenge: Gunther Randleroot’s Fortuitous Formula Fail

Hello Dear Readers!  This week’s Trifect Writing Challenge was to write a story between 33 and 333 words using the third definition of heart:  3: personality, disposition <a cold heart>

Gunther Randleroot’s Fortuitous Formula Fail

Gunther Randleroot couldn’t believe his eyes as green tears started pouring out of them.  Of course, they were green tears of joy because Gunther never cried tears of sorrow. Gunther was a Martian and nobody liked seeing a Martian cry especially not his girlfriend, Hazel.

Gunther poured the formula that he had finally perfected after seven years of hard work into the beaker like he was pouring out his heart.

When he looked out the window, he was surprised that everything still went on as usual.  He watched as a herd of sporks sauntered lazily about leaving behind a trail of feathers like they always did.

Stupid creatures, Gunther thought. Didn’t they realize that Gunther Randleroot was now the most powerful being in the universe?

All Gunther had to do was nudge the beaker to the floor, and the impact would release enough energy to destroy absolutely everything!  Gunther took a moment to revel in his new-found power — even though he was much, much too cowardly to ever actually use it!

“Whatcha doin’ Gunthy?” Gunther’s girlfriend, Hazel asked. Gunther jumped! He had forgotten to lock the door again. Sporkfeathers! He didn’t want Hazel to know what he was up to.

“Nothing Hazel dear . . . nothing at all!”

“Ah you can tell me Gunthy! You know you can tell me anything!” Hazel batted several coquettish eyes at Gunther, and he immediately spilled the beans.

Not the formula in the beaker beans, but the can of Martian beans he was getting ready to eat.

Hazel ran to clean them up but slipped (Hazel was all antennas) and sent the beaker crashing to the floor.

Gunther screamed, “NOOOOOOOOOOO!” He closed his eyes and waited for the worst! But then . . . nothing happened.  Gunther looked around. There was Hazel straightening her antenna and through the window he could still see the sporks!

Gunther Randleroot couldn’t believe his eyes as green tears started pouring out of them for the second time that day.

This Weekend’s Trifecta Writing Challenge: Anne

This weekend’s Trifecta Writing Challenge is to retell our favorite book in 33 words.


There once was a girl named Anne Shirley

Whose hair was carrot-red curly

Went to live at Green Gables

And then switched the tables

And made them all love her quite purely

Until next time . . . I love you

The Day Frieda Flerf Got Lost In A Bag of Skittles

The Day Frieda Flerf Got Lost in a Bag of Skittles

While eating Skittles, Frieda Flerf suddenly found herself inside the bag hopelessly pinned between a red one and a yellow one. As she began gnawing her way to freedom she heard Mama calling, “Frieda!”

–The Weekend Trifextra Writing Challenge, Week 8: Write a story in exactly 33 words. The word “lost” must be in the title but not in the 33 words!

Frieda if you can hear me wiggle a yellow.

Until next time . . . I love you