Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Trifecta Challenge: Turkey

New Week, a new Trifecta Challenge, this time It's for the word Turkey:

1: a large North American gallinaceous bird (Meleagris gallopavo) that is domesticated in most parts of the world
2: failure, flop; especially : a theatrical production that has failed
3: three successive strikes in bowling
4: a stupid, foolish, or inept person


When it would thunder and lightning, momma said that that it was God bowling.

Momma said that lighting never struck the same place twice.

Well it just struck the same place three times, so momma was wrong about that second one. And if Lightning is God bowling, well he just got a turkey. And that turkey was me.

Look, I know I shouldn’t have been out in that storm. But I felt the need to be deep in my bones. I also knew standing out on that hill was the stupidest place to be but once I was out there, my feet stayed rooted to the spot. My body felt compelled so much that my brain was overthrown.

Even as I saw the first bolt come down and felt the urge to duck and run, I stayed. The jolt of electricity coursing through my veins scared me but made me feel alive, more alive than I’d ever been. The second bolt hit me and I could feel my flesh tearing and burning as a pattern wound down the left side of my body, distinct and purposeful. The third strike hit me before I had the chance to even scream, and it carried with it something more than electricity.

The message hit me loud and clear. I had been forged in lightning, a warrior of the bolt and cry. I was given a distinct purpose and the means to carry it out. My body was now a shield and my weapon was now the same bolts of energy that struck me so violently. I don’t know why I was selected, why I was made to stand up on that hill. I don’t know if I even have it in me to carry out my duty, but the lightning compels me, the thunder is now the voice that leads me, although it leads me into certain danger, I shall follow.


The above is 318 words for the Trifecta challenge. It was actually inspired by actual lightning scares and the idea that your body could be forever transformed by a lightning strike. 


Draug said...

Lightning is a fascinating phenomenon. Who's to say there aren't hidden powers in each strike?

Trifecta said...

This is awesome. I love your descriptions of the lightning strikes. It would make for a great superhero origin story.
Thank you for linking up!

Morgan said...

I agree with the above comment ... I could see this being the start to a new hero. Or villain, I suppose.

The Bloody Munchkin said...

Thanks all. I have it in my head that he might be a villain who thinks he's a hero and that he's doing everything for the greater good, although he's not.

Tracie Nall said...

I love this so much. Really hope you take your villian thoughts, and turn it into a longer piece (maybe a book!).

kymm said...

How a superhero is made!
Loved how the character was drawn to what would transform him.

Anonymous said...

Wow, this is fabulous! I love how the narrator's voice shifts from the ordinary, everyday to being filled with higher purpose - it comes out in the words you chose and the increased formality with we he speaks. Fantastic job!

Eden Baylee said...

Terrific take on the prompt. Loved it! xox

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