Meet This Trifectan
I am competitive by nature. Competition brings out the best and worst in people. Writing competitions help us put our best work out there and also helps us realize the worst about our own skill. Such a fun way to learn, improve, and get read!
I have competed in two Trifecta Writing Challenges. They post one during the week and then a Trifextra on the weekends! The first I entered was a prompt challenging people to write a horror story in 33 words. It included some words that you could not use. 33 words was tough but so much fun! My piece, Mass, got a second place nod. I am extremely honored because the Trifecta community as well as the one around these parts are full of incredibly talented warrior writers!
I decided to participate once again in this week’s challenge. I have submitted my piece, The Residents. It turned out super fantastical and the support and commentary I have received is beyond encouraging! Thanks readers! You are the best! Because of this I have also decided to make this a permanent part of my blogging experience.
Since I will be competing often, it is only fair I join and become a offical member of the Trifectans! So, here is my meme for Meet Your Fellow Trifectans.
Chrystalyn Hope, Never the same hair color. Never the same hair style. Always the future of hope!
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The Residents
The Residents
My head ‘s spinning. The noise is loud and indistinguishable. I look around, confused. I see fiery brown flames, the sepia car smashed to bits, and tan people walking to help. I grab my head and close my eyes as my vision distorts like an old television.
Deep breath. Suddenly pain engulfs my left shoulder. I look in disbelief as I bend my arm backward to see the damage. Shattered silver metal sheeting and red blood line the open wound. Circuits short and shoot colorful sparks. Brass gears try to turn though they are now impacted into the red strings of muscle beneath. Oddly, it’s the only place I feel pain. Dumbfounded, I wince and look around. Read more 
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BIC
BIC
He dragged her flailing body by her hair. She saw his scars proving his determination. At the sound of the lighter she fought. She smelled the singed hair and sulfur. She was burning.
Chrystalyn
PS: This is my third entry for the Trifextra Week Ten Writing Challenge. (Click here to go to their site!) This week the challenge is:
“Write a horror story in 33 words, without the words blood, scream, died, death, knife, gun, or kill. Good luck.”
What did you think of this one? It’s Husby’s fav. Check out the other two Mass and The Gift!
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The Gift
This weekend’s Trifextra Week Ten Writing Challenge:
“Write a horror story in 33 words, without the words blood, scream, died, death, knife, gun, or kill. Good luck.”
Here is my second entry:
The Gift
She sat enchanted at candle light dinner. He transformed the abandoned camp ground where they met with lanterns, lights, and flowers.
“Happy Anniversary.” Emotionless, he picked up the skewers and began stabbing her.
Chrystalyn
Ps. What did you think of this one? Compare it to my first entry: Mass!
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Mass
This weekend’s Trifextra Challenge/ Competition:
“Write a horror story in 33 words, without the words blood, scream, died, death, knife, gun, or kill. Good luck.”
Mass
The smell was overwhelming. The naked bodies frenzied, trying to climb their peers to the top away from the flames. There, they were surrounded: cold eyes, cold barrels, and a barrage of bullets.
Chrystalyn
Ps: I have a few more but you can only submit three and I only want to submit my best. Maybe I’ll do one or two more. What do you think?
A very special “THANKS YOU FREAKIN ROCK!” to John at Trask Avenue for introducing me to this! You should check out his submission: Hypnagogia!
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The Dissemination (of Thought) Files: Mummy blog truths and Wonder Woman boots
Today in The Dissemination (of Thought) Files, I interview Chrystalyn Hope, author of The Future of Hope. We’re going to discuss Scorsese, her Lasso of Truth, and why she thinks her favourite mummy blog will convince me to have children.
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Lyndon Keane (TDoT): Before we get stuck into the juicy questions, can you clarify something for me? What the hell’s a…
Crazy Chick Q & A #21
This week, meet Chrystalyn – Future of Hope blog:
Why are you a Crazy Chick?
Hi.
My name is Chrystalyn Hope. I am here today because every kiss begins with K’s and Lafemme said o-K. So I took that shit and ran with it!
Actually a lot of people say I am crazy. So many in fact that I figured it must be true.
If You Read This You’ll Die
Full on rage and your heart will explode. Promise.
You will hate me for like a DAY. Seriously.
Your blood will boil and your head will start aching.
You’ll laugh so hard you might pee a little.
Keep scrolling down ’cause this is a chain letter…
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Wow Me First Guest Post Wednesday!
Halfway through the week with on ‘holiday’ down and one more (in the USA) to come! Welcome to Wednesday! Today, I am sharing with you my first guest post! This post is the result of a challenge Chris from Justme365 made in the comments of my post, Mohawks, Fauxhawks, and Other Mayhem. His challenge was to write a 500 word short story inspired by Chopin’s Prelude in E Minor. I created Beauty in the Beast to fulfill my half of the challenge. The last half of the challenge, I agreed to a guest post written by Chris that was either commentary, a spin-off, or a part two of my story! So, without further ado, please enjoy Date with an Angel by Chris Everett:
Date With An Angel
He sat across from her, his hands fidgeting. He had children as old as her. Yet, here he was. A third date. He was as wound up as a teenager going for his first kiss. Probably because that was his goal this evening.
She looked like an angel. Her pale skin poured into a well fitted black dress. Simple makeup accentuated the dark pools called eyes and classic pearls clung to her ears. Her chestnut hair was loose and free. Conversation flowed easily, smiles came easier, and time flew too quickly. The merest brush of skin on skin set his soul free. His rightful kiss had been stymied by a sudden downpour and an emergency call during his last attempts. This time he was determined to get one. Read more
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Beauty In The Beast
She surrounds herself with the oddly beautiful; the daunting works of Edgar Allen Poe and E.E. Cummings, the strangely erotic paintings of Salvador Dali, the dark side of classical music. Her reflection is that of the wonder she finds in the dark, disturbed, and misunderstood. She sits, straight with shoulders pinned back, at a vintage vanity. She lines her eyes in the deepest black and places pearls in her ears. She leans forward and opens her mouth slightly while painting her lips irresistible. Her delicate thin hands put the brush back in line among her other tools and places the pot of color with the others. Her vanity is much like her interests in the arts.
No, she refused the vintage 1930′s drop center vanity with a large round mirror. She insisted on a poundreuse, which looks like a small writing desk. She showed me the secret compartments and flashed her vampish smile. She laughed at my ignorance. She always laughs at my lack of intellectual leveling in which her mind presides. It is a bit offensive till she places her small hand on one of my cheeks and pecks the side of my mouth whispering, “Mon Chéri.” Anyway, the mystery of how it is not as it seems is part of the charm. She went on to quietly gush about how during the 18th century men used vanities as much as the women, if not more. She finds effeminate men attractive both physically and emotionally. It is what brought her to me. She encourages me to embrace my feminine qualities and not be embarrassed. “Hold your head high and be confident. You are more a traditional gentleman than this society has seen in decades!” She is definitely one of the only women I would call a Lady. Read more
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The Binding
He asks me to write him a poem but he’s asking way too much
For the first time in forever I have gotten to covet my love and such.
He wants it written on paper and who knows the reason why
But it wouldn’t scratch the surface- no matter how hard I try
The best love stories aren’t the ones written deep in word
They’re ones written between two hearts never to be heard…
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Sinfully Summer and Other Musings
While attempting to engage my readers via Facebook, I made a deal with the devil. Okay, she really isn’t the devil but I imagine the devil so full of temptation to be scorching hot… And well, Stephanie is just that: beautiful, talented, and smart. AND she has a twin sister who is no less… Devilish if you ask me 
Anyway, while finding out what she likes about this bloggage and what she wants more of, I did make a deal. I asked her if she had a request and she cunningly turned the tables on me. She challenged me to be her muse for a novel she is currently writing that has come to a tough spot. So I be an imagery muse for her and she will write a guest post for us 
YAY! I can be devilish too! Don’t believe me? How about this titillating piece:
The Day Dreams of Summer
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The Keeper
The Keeper
Quietly you are taken
She flows like water through
but please don’t be mistaken
what you thought isn’t what she knew… Read more
