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Saturday Centus: Recipe Lost

Ms Jenny has given us another interesting Saturday Centus. I don’t know how she comes up with them. This week, the prompt sounds like the beginning of a recipe. But sometimes, following a recipe can lead to, well, just read on and you’ll see. Sorry if it’s not exactly light-hearted, but this is what came out. Be sure to click the link and check out the other entries.

Prompt: Cream together butter and sugar

Recipe Lost 105 words

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“Cream together butter and sugar.”

The words blurred before her eyes. She blinked and read them again. She walked over to the refrigerator, grabbed a carton of cream, and returned to the recipe book.

Cream? That’s not right. She re-read the words.

“Butter and sugar.” Repeating the words like a mantra, she returned the cream, grabbed the butter, then stood there, trying to remember where she stored the sugar. She found it on the third try.

Back to the recipe, sugar in hand. No butter. She must have set it down, but where?

What is happening to me? She slumped to the kitchen floor, lost.

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Saturday Centus: Texas

Okay, I’ve been on a bit of a writing hiatus, not by intent, just kinda losing track fo the days passing. But I could not pass this one up. Jenny Matlock has grabbed my attention!

How? You ask. Why, by the prompt from this week’s Saturday Centus. (Click the link to go see the other entries) And that prompt is: “There’s a yellow rose in Texas.”

Now, why would that particular prompt catch my eye? Well, cause I was born and raised in Texas, spent the first 30 years of my life there. So how could I not respond to a prompt like that? It was totally out of my hands. As is the response that blossomed in me from the prompt. I know I’m not a poet, but I couldn’t help but change from prose on hearing those words in my mind. Btw, it’s a tad short – only 91 words, but adding another “stanza” would have taken it over the limit.

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Texas

There’s a yellow rose in Texas
that blooms within my heart
and never will it leave me
it’s been there from the start
for I was born in Texas
and raised up Texas proud
and if y’all don’t believe me
you should hear me talk out loud

Now life has moved me onward
to live in distant lands
where people talk all funny
and are hard to understand
but don’t be filled with sadness
there’s nothing here to grieve
cause you can take the girl from Texas
but Texas never leaves

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100WCGU: Daddy’s Girl

I only just realized we had a two week time allowance for the latest 100 Word Challenge for Grownups at Julia’s Place. I wasn’t going to do it, too much else going on right now, but then pop, into my mind came an idea, so here it is.
 
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The prompt this week is to go back to last week’s entries. You are to use the last 10 words of the post next to yours and using just 100 words create a story. It may be a follow-on from the previous one or you may like to take it in a different direction. So:
  1. You find your entry HERE
  2. You go to the next entry (if you were 6 you go to 7 etc)
  3. Using the last ten words as the prompt you write your piece. The prompt can be anywhere in the piece but must be complete as it was in the original.
  4. If you didn’t take part last week, choose any entry to use the last 10 words from.

The link will stay open for two weeks and will close on 16th April.

My prompt for this one came from “Her Father’s Voice” at the blog Even More Bonus Parts. The last ten words for my prompt are these:

“All she needs is the sound of her daddy’s voice.” So, assuming I have 100 words plus the prompt, here is my tale of 108 words.

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Daddy’s Girl   108 words
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All she needs is the sound of her daddy’s voice.”

His wife’s voice echoed in his mind. Now, he sat by the hospital bed, looking upon his 15 year old daughter in an alcohol induced coma.

He wanted to cry out his rage. He wanted to yell at her, “What were you thinking?!” Anger and fear closed his throat like a tight fist, blocking all words from escaping.

He took several deep breaths. He cleared his throat, and managed a half choked whisper.

“Honey, it’s me, daddy. I love you.”

No change. He hadn’t expected one.

But the fist had loosened.

His words flowed on into the night.

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Saturday Centus: Windfall

It’s Celebration time at Jenny Matlock’s place! Why, Because today is the 100th Saturday Centus, a Saturday Centennial!!

 To celebrate, Jenny is going back to where it started, the very first ever Saturday Centus, and we are to use that very first ever Prompt for our 100 word Centus. The funniest part is that Jenny, who has taught us to write tight, started out with a very, very, very wordy prompt – 53 words, to be exact! So instead of repeating the prompt twice, I will start with it, and then add a short —- line between the prompt and my continuance. Also, in celebration, I made very very sure that my continuation was exactly 100 words, in honor of this great day.

So, without further ado…

Windfall   (153 words)

My untied shoelace changed my life. As I leaned down to re-tie it, I kicked away a few leaves. When I turned my head slightly to look where the leaves had been, I was astonished to see a rubber-banded wad of hundred dollar bills nestled in a little indention in the muddy ground.

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Windfall! my heart sang.

Trouble…” whispered a voice.

I picked up the bills. Maybe I should check it out.

I stopped by the bank. “Someone paid me with this,” I handed the teller a bill, “Can you tell me if it’s counterfeit?”

She took the bill to a man in the back. He examined it, then entered the serial number in a database.

The teller brought it back. “It’s real.”

I left the bank, my heart hammering.  Windfall!

“Trouble…”  the voice insisted.

“Shut up.” I said.

A van pulled up. Three men jumped out.

“Oh, crap.”

“I told you so…”

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Flash Friday – Kill Shot

I’m turning this in a little late, but hey, there are things called Time Zones, so even if it’s not Friday, many of you are still asleep and not yet wakened to your Saturday morning, so I’m sneaking it in. 😉

Madison Woods has again given us a challenging picture for this weeks 100 word flash for Friday Fictioneers. To see what she and others were inspired to write, just click the link.

 

This week’s picture prompt:

My entry: Kill Shot. 100 words.

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A twig snapped under her boot, cracking into the distance. Amanda froze.

Distant voices, coming closer, “This way! Over here!”

Amanda ran.

The first shot came from behind, hitting her right shoulder, spinning her around with surprising force. The second shot hit square in the chest, She stumbled back, falling to the ground.

They surrounded her. “Kill shot!”

She glanced down at the bright blue paint.

“Game over.”  Josh reached down to help her up.

Amanda couldn’t lift her arm. Hot pain stabbed. “I think I may have broken something.”

A dark red stain spread out from under her shoulder.

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Flash Friday: Brothers

I’m posting this a bit early as I have to be out this afternoon, but will link to Madison’s page when I can. Meanwhile you can check out the rules for Friday Fictioneers . To read what others have done with this weeks prompt, go HERE.

I would like to quote this, which is on this week’s Prompt Page : 100-words isn’t a *rule* and some of us write more than that. My goal is to have The Friday Fictioneers use 100-word stories as an exercise in choosing concise phrases and strong verbs. It’s an excellent way to show your stuff to the world without exposing too much. It’s okay if you use more words, but if it’s much more let us know in the comments so we’ll know how to allocate our time if we’re trying to read all the posts.

I added that caveat, because this week, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t whittle my tale down to 100 words – this is the first time it has happened, but there was simply nothing I could omit. I even feel I omitted some of the “flavor” by cutting it down so much, but hey, that’s the rules, and I like to follow as closely as possible. Anyway, here is this week’s

Picture Prompt

And here is my tale:

“Brothers”  118 words (eeps!)

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Johnny peeked through the small hole between the rocks – what was his brother Mike doing there with those guys?

As he watched, one of the guys handed Mike some money. Mike slipped something into his hand, then ran off.

The guys walked by where Johnny was hiding, One of them said “I can’t believe you finally got him to sell you that card.”

That card? Mikes special limited series baseball card?

Johnny sat for a long time, getting madder and madder. Mike shouldn’t have caved. Johnny was gonna tell him what for!  He rushed home and into Mikes room.

“Happy Birthday!”, Mike said, handing Johnny a new baseball glove. “Now I can teach you to play catch.”

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critique is welcome – if anyone has ideas how to make it shorter, or what might be missing, I’m open to hearing it.

100 Word Challenge – Sculpture

This week, the 100WCGU (100 word challenge for grownups) at Julia’s Place is using a picture prompt. If you want to know more about it, and see the other entries, just click on the logo below.

And the PROMPT is:

Mike & Mitch  100 words

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Mike and Mitch’s Moving company specialized in fine art. They were professionals, and “they got it done.” The horse sculpture was in place, bolted to the ground, sturdy as a rock.

They’d got it done.

Mitch reached to close the back panel of the truck. “Oh crap.”

“What is it?” Mike peered in. One lone piece of wood, the same color as the sculpture.

Mitch picked it up. “Maybe we could glue it back?”

They walked around the sculpture but couldn’t find a missing piece.  What now?

Mike checked the invoice. “Aha!”

“What?”

“Problem solved,” he said, “It’s a stallion.”

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