#Humpdaychallenge
#Humpdaychallenge
As a regular hump day challenger at http://www.traceyhansen.com/
I have decided to post my entries here (updated every Wednesday as long as the challenge continues)
Recent on top, older as you scroll down:
Week 28 December 28th 2011
Entry 22
Winner (click here)
Resolution, Tired, Illuminate, Regrets, Booze
I am Rob Wells:
I regretted not being more like my best friend Rob. He was sociable, funny, and a babe magnet. Going out for booze was a short adventure ending with leaving me, the wing man, picking up the tab and illuminating my own way home. I was tired of lurking in his shadow.
It was my new year’s resolution that I would be Rob; I’m Rob but better.
“Rob.” I turned and so did my best friend towards the scantily clad woman.
She smiled at me and took my hand.
The transformation was complete.
No more regrets.
I’ve taken over my life now.
I am Rob Wells.
Week 27 December 14th 2011
Entry 21
Publish, commodity, molecules, challenge, spine
Cable cornered me; firmly against the paint splattered bench. Every molecule in my body sung bouncing from one end to the other. He was dangerous and the only thing I knew about him was the feeling that tickled down my spine as he grabbed my thighs to lift me onto wet acrylic surface. Those strong hands challenged me as they traversed up my sides smearing color up my dress. Holding my head in place he published my vulnerability while his breath mingled in my ear.
I was his commodity.
“I don’t…” His lips silenced my objections.
We were making art.
100 words
Week 26 December 7th 2011
Entry 20
MOROSE, EAVESDROP, GIMLET, CELLO, & HORIZON
He told me to call him Cello and the tone in voice was deep and it vibrated deep into the horizon of my mind. The muscles in his arms flexed even at the slightest movement of his fingers morosely plucking the air. I knew then that I would be punished for eavesdropping while he wrapped my best friend into the oil soaked bandages to capture her scent. It smelled like the tang of a gimlet hovering an inch from my lips. So close I could taste it. Soon I too would join his collection.
“I’ll call you my seventh note.”
100 words
@theglitterlady
based off of the notes of a perfume
Week 24 November 23rd 2011
Entry 19
Turkey, pilgrim, clash, green, gilded
“Look here pilgrim, if I don’t get what I’m after I’ll stuff ya like a turkey.” Tim adjusted the bandanna wrapped around his neck and then checked to make sure his gun was in place.
The gilded cod piece was all I could think about hiding beneath the cotton denim creating a noticeable bulge in just the right place.
Tim’s green eyes lit up while I lifted my skirts.
“I’ve got what you’re looking for cowboy.” My breathing became shallow as we clashed together; fingers searching and lips hungrily tasting. I always loved when Tim put on his cowboy boots.
100 words
Week 23 November 16th 2011
Entry 18
Party Shock Trilogy suspenders mayhem
Mayhem ensued as I decided what to wear tonight. Leather pants were strewn about along with more leather. Some with straps, others with nefariously placed zippers, and even more with laces for those days when I accidentally drop the cuffs in the chase. It’s all I had; being a bounty hunter requires an extra layer of skin and suspenders to say the least. Today was different; I had been invited to the best party I could ask for, the rally towards legalizing the electric shock re-usable arrows and bullets. It’s a trilogy of enhancements in my face! Leather it is.
100 words
Week 21 November 2nd 2011
Entry 17
(finalist) BEST DYSTOPIAN
Station Crossed Humble Tooth Hover
“Let me see your tooth!” I opened my mouth wide and leaned back for the Station Manager to scan my barcode imprinted to the back of my front teeth. I was only seven when the system was put in place but yesterday I crossed a faction of Originals.
They might know a way to become untraceable.
After what I’ve done.
It’s my only hope.
Only a matter of time before my code will turn against me.
I’m humbled knowing that I may die from my son coming into this world without the assistance of the coders.
He will be free.
100 words
Week 20 October 26th 2011
Entry 16
(honorable mention) : One that scared me the most:
Dripping, fog, moonlight, stone, malevolent
I never believed in the ghosts of hallows eve until I saw his face. The mouth sewn shut and half his face hidden by a malevolent mask had me stepping back. As I looked into his vivid blue-ocean eyes I would’ve thought him a handsome young man until he smiled in the fog. His lips strained against the thick thread meshed over his mouth and buds of blood surfaced from the movement.
“Moonlight will give you to me.”
He spoke inside my mind like an echoing cave; the words dripping in my ears.
Stone still; this was my last Halloween.
100words
Week 19 October 19th 2011
Entry 15
Diet, Steam, Rage, Foreplay, shimmer
I suppose most people think of angels as a shimmer of light stalking them giving a regular diet of sparkly heaven dust for good luck.
Unfortunately for me my guardian duty is finding men and being their proverbial foreplay before finding the one they’re meant for. I’m the designated fall girl steamed that they do all the wrong things with coming to the raged realization they’re in love but lost it. Then they won’t make the same mistakes next time.
Being immortal I’ve guided too many to count.
But this time is different.
I’m the one that fell in love.
100 words
Week 18 October 12th 2011
( WINNER! ) Check HERE
Shameless, sapphire, tattoo, accent, presidential
Living up to my mother’s expectations of presidential status is even more difficult since she left. My eyes are always a shade duller than her brilliant sapphire orbs. Being late to class today I could hear her accented tone of shameless disapproval echoing in my ears, “There is no place for excuses.”
She’s right.
A single white lily with those words were tattooed to my ankle reminding me of what I need to accomplish.
Graduation is tomorrow but today my gown will be the color of her murderer’s blood.
There are no excuses for letting him forget.
Because I haven’t.
100 words
Week 17 October 5th 2011
Entry 13 (FINALIST)
week 17 Finalist marked : Saddest Story Ever
Labor, Corrupt, Horseradish, Aces, Turf
The water trailed down the turf of my body washing away the cascade of memories in my mind. Each one corrupted by my own making. Jake was everything I should want in a man. Security, compassion, funny, and smart; if there was a check list for what I want in a man he aced all marks.
“I put towels in the dryer so it’s warm!” Jake called out.
I felt trapped in this perfectly labored bubble.
Forced smile, stiff hug, and wrapped in hot horseradish dressing.
“I’ll be out soon!” I let the blood rush down my wrists.
I’m out.
100 words
Week 16 September 28th 2011
Entry 12
Cruise , Decade , Sizzle , Dice , Regret
Ever since that first touch I saw decades of your life pass before my eyes I was transfixed. All those tortured souls you let cruise between your fingers like grains of sand. Each one waiting, wanting, hoping for your mercy. I could feel my skin sizzle at even the thought of being at your mercy. Would you let my blood ravish over my flesh as you dice at my vulnerability? Would you fall with me down the path of other people’s regrets? I can feel you staring at me through the translucent moonlight, I’m ready.
100words
Week 13 September 7th 2011
Entry 9
Carriage , Keys , Blinded , Glitter , Trollop
My eyes were nearly blinded by the oversized limp piece of meat swinging around like an angry octopus tentacle thrusting away at the screen. He was clearly not entertained by his actions and yet he persisted to jam into the poor trollop as if he were a key trying to find the right lock to turn. It was truly a sight to see that I corked my head to the side in an effort to physically balance my carriage. Talk about tossing glitter and all the stuffing with it into a chicken. I don’t think I’ll ever be a cook.
100words
Week 12 Aug 31st 2011
Entry 8 (Finalist)
After 7 entries, My 8th entry finally made it as a finalist: Best giggle-snort inducer http://www.traceyhansenwrites.com/apps/blog/show/8318372-humpdaychallenge-week-12-winners-#comments
Lumpy, Riot, Glaze, Thrust, Amorphous
People have told me that I shouldn’t be with you. You’re unhealthy, lumpy, tart, and dangerous. It’s what I love about you. The thought of you being here, in this room, sitting on my kitchen countertop has my fingers eagerly waiting to thrust into your velvet insides. You know what happens when you’re bad. I’ll caress my cheek against your pale delectable surface. When I feel the amorphous slime of your interest against my skin I’ll gather your glazed sugar in my mouth tantalizing my taste buds. Still too distant. I need you or I’ll riot against myself to consume you, Lemon Cake.
102words
Week 11 Aug 24th 2011
Entry 7
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Universe, Return, Planet, Alien, Storm
Like the Returner I would skip through time to repeat these moments.
“You don’t have to do this.” Your whimpers will do no good I’m the master of this planet and your just in the middle of it.
“That storm drain is your future, my friend.” I pick up my utensil and sharpen it on the grate.
“No, you…” I stuff the gag in your mouth. No need to waste your last thoughts on deaf ears.
“I’m not alienating you from the world. I’m saving you.”
Not sure why I feel compelled to explain to my husband.
He knows what he did.
102 words
Week 10 Aug 17th 2011
Entry 6
Shrimp, electricity, fold, bury, pluck
“This isn’t a first class ticket bought by your mama!” The photographer shouts, “You have to work for the camera.”
Franco’s assistant places her thump under the strap of model A’s bikini and plucks it like a chicken for dinner.
She feels the sting as it slaps back on her right cheek, “SHIMP SHIT!”
“That’s right baby cakes feel the electricity!” Franco’s camera explodes with click, click, and done.
“What?” Model B looks at Model A confused.
“Bury it and dig it up for treasure, we got it!” He folds over deeply hearing the silent applause of the editorial staff.
100 words
Week 9 Aug 10 2011
Entry 5
City, Velvet, Species, Smiles, Erroneous
I wanted to tell her about the city but it’s like I am another species to her. It’s not like I’ve changed since last summer. All I ask is that she let me taste of her velvet eyes again, that’s not too much to ask.
“I am sorry, but I’ve found someone else.” She told me smiles and all.
“What have he I don’t?” My words erroneous from trying to speak her human language.
“He has tentacles and suction cups.” She shrugs and walks away.
I probably should’ve told her my brother devours his mates.
100 words
Week 8 Aug 3rd2011
Entry 4
Female, Guns, Odor, Shaggy, Space
Sawdust never smelt so alluring. The odor tickled my nose and made my fingers ache to grab the plaid shirt infused with fresh wood and sweat.
“Too much space between us.” The words escaped my lips eagerly as I pulled to be closer.
Our hands reached for each other’s contours like guns were blazing and there was no tomorrow.
I guess it was only a matter of time before my curious nature led to this. She was after all a very beautiful female and we are the fairest of the species. All I could think of was, “Let’s get shaggy.”
100 words
Week 7 July 27th 2011
Entry 3
Granite, Softly, Sand, Prestigious, Warrior
I told myself I wouldn’t do this again but my prestigious visions unveiled the truth. Her face cold and smooth like granite, a mirage, ready to crumble beneath my scrutiny, sand between my fingers. She sat there legs crossed just a series of calculated smiles while softly brushing the auburn hair out of her determined eyes, she was a warrior issuing drugs like swords to one’s belly. But I didn’t need her mind altering substances and neither do any of the other misguided puppets. Trying to make us stupid in a world of pulled strings, she calls herself a therapist.
100 words
Week 6 July 20th 2011
Entry 2
Pub, Sword, Namesake, Motorcycle, Felony
It started with a game of truth or dare but I didn’t leave it behind at the pub. Handsome rode off on his motorcycle after the drinks, which would’ve been fine if I weren’t strapped in behind him. So much for letting my mother’s namesake die in the accident of ’87. Holding the torch and sword I unfortunately follow in her ever permanent footsteps. Daughter at home, booze in my blood, and a stop sign ahead. The light was bright and the wind was like sharp knives. Truck, manslaughter, but my actions were the felony.
95 words
Week 5 July 13th 2011
Entry 1
Wish, Cataclysmic, Desire, Diamond, Badgerhole
It’s those cataclysmic-bays-on-a-New-Year’s-day eyes that explode with gold and silver fireworks that make me turn away; I am not worthy of their gaze. I wish that I could reach out and brush back that stray hair that veils those orbs but I have a much deeper desire than that. She smiles across the room and it’s her internal sparkle that assures me that I won’t be a complete badgerhole if I display my affection in public. The crowd turns away from the windows and stares at me while I kneel before her, diamond in hand, “Will you say…I do.?”
100 words
