A Father's Torment, A Saturday Centus

For this week, the 133rd week of Jenny Matlock's fun and challenging literary meme Saturday Centus, our beloved memista (probably not a word but it should be) has given us the assignment of writing a story or poem with a maximum of 104 words using the phrase "the pain was excruciating."   I'm still a bit rusty from having been away from writing these short, fun stories for so long, but I decided to give it the old Centusian try anyway.  My contribution this week is entitled:

A Father's Torment

Darkness swept across the night sky on raven’s wings like a murky veil blanketing the landscape.  Chill gusts of wind buffeted Steve’s family home, seeking entry into its warm and cozy confines.  He awoke shivering with cold. Walking down the hallway to adjust the thermostat he suddenly felt such an intense pain seize him that he fell to the ground, fighting to hold back a scream as tears filled his eyes.  The pain was excruciating, a horrible, unimaginable pain that sent shock waves through his body as if he had stepped on a landmine. 

Clutching his foot in agony he bellowed “$@%&# Legos!”

Don't talk to me about pain.

I used to have a foreskin.

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Heeeeeere's Johnny! A Saturday Centus

Guess who?

I’m back from my bloggy hiatus and wanted to post something to this week’s SC to get my creative juices re-started after years of mind-numbing academic punishment pushed it to its’ limits.

I have missed all my bloggy buds here at Saturday Centus and look forward to reading your wonderful works and settling down on Saturday mornings once more to have a little literary fun.

It’s been a long while since I posted a Centus. I took a short break because the pressures of work and finishing up my college degree were spreading me so thin with the endless term papers that the prospect of any additional writing, even writing for fun, became more than I could muster. Thankfully I am happy to report that I am finally done with school (YAY!) and can once again return to my poor, neglected blog!

This week our beloved Ms. Jenny had quite a challenging prompt to work with. Our task was to write a maximum 108 word story or poem that incorporated the phrase “Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November.” Wow! If this doesn’t kick start my creativity, nothing will! I have entitled my story this week:

Heeeeeere’s Johnny!

He sat quietly in thought before his computer screen, stroking his graying goatee and crinkling his brow.

“Aww, darn!  Well, I guess some of you will have to die!"

Wielding his axe he joyfully chimed:

“Thirty days hath September,

April, June, and November.

December has thirty-one as I remember;

one more day to kill and dismember.

Putrid smell of death and decay,

Chop the babies, slay, slay, slay!”

“No, daddy, no! Your words are your babies!” his daughter screamed.

“But Lissa, I have to chop my babies…I’m above the word count.”

“Okay, But what’s the axe for?”

“Oh, this? It makes me a better writer.”

                                   

Dedicated to Ms. Jenny Matlock