Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Love In The Stars, A Saturday Centus



I'm back once again to participate in week 171 of Jenny Matlock's Saturday Centus, a fun and challenging literary meme that is an exercise in concise writing.   How concise?  How about 102 words plus the 5 words of the supplied prompt.  Now that's concise!

You can visit Jenny's blog, off on my tangent, and share your own 100-word story or poem for the rest of us Centusians to enjoy by clicking on her button below.

This week Jenny is obviously suffering dearly from severe heat exposure, or as it is known in Arizona, being outside.  


(BTW, I'll be moving there in a few weeks...pray for me!)  

She has turned up the volume on this week's Centus to 11 by assigning us Centusians to write using a Romance theme with an oddly paired sci-fi prompt, "Ground control to Major Tom."  

What follows is my belated effort for this week. I have entitled it:




                                 Love In The Stars

Love is everywhere, even 16,000 light years from Earth.  For here among the stars of Omega Centauri aboard Space Station Sentinel One love was found between Salnaura, a Baryakian from the outer-rim planet Ta’aukel, and Maglar, a Delta-6 interstellar cyborg.

“Why do your eyes look so sad, sweet Maglar?”

“I’m leaving for three solar months to survey Ursa Major, Salnaura.” 

 “Are you Sirius?”

“Ha!  I’ll miss your humor, my love.” 

“And I will miss you.”

“Don’t worry; we have the comm-link” 

“Will you sing me to sleep?”

(Singing)  ”Ground control to Major Tom…”

(Cries)  Our song…in…your…memory…banks?”

(Smiles)  “Affirmative.”


Jenny Matlock


"Gravitation is not responsible for people 
falling in love."



- Albert Einstein



Sunday, July 21, 2013

Everybody Loves A Nut - A Saturday Centus






Ahh, I love the smell of Centus in the morning.
  
Smells like... brevity!

Welcome Centusians, bloggy buddies, close friends and family, lurkers, and the ever-present government intelligence agency operatives to yet another brief foray into the written word here on Sophisticated Lunacy.

What follows is my entry into Ms. Jenny Matlock's wildly popular Saturday Centus, a literary meme that challenges writers to pen stories or poems using a prompt and only 100 extra words.  This is week 170 of Saturday Centus and our Ms. Jenny has offered us up the 7-word prompt of "I fell into a ring of fire" to test our creative imaginations.

For those of you with a bent toward word-slinging, I encourage you to join along in the fun and compose your own 107-word story or poem and link it back to Jenny's SC post for this week at her blog, off on my tangent.  Then you too can proudly count yourself as a true Centusian and qualify for all the benefits and accolades inherent thereof.

Incidentally, the Oxford English Dictionary is still resisting my efforts to include the word "Centusian" into its next printing.  Please help out the cause by incorporating it into an additional hundred thousand citations in the coming months.  Thank you.

Without further delay, here is my 107-word effort for this week.  I have entitled it:



Everybody Loves A Nut




“Doc, it’s this recurring dream.  It troubles me.” 

“Tell me about it, Joaquin.”

“I’m in this band with my daddy, a boy named Sue, and some guy named Jackson.  Daddy sang bass.  Sunday morning I’m coming down the elevator when the floor dropped away and I fell into a ring of fire. Then a man in black appears and motions me to follow a line on the floor.  So I walk the line when suddenly I see ghost riders in the sky and cry, cry, cry.

So what do you think, Doc?”


 “Mr. Phoenix, it sounds like you really need to do another biopic.”


Jenny Matlock


I keep on having dreams that I am Iron Man.
They always end when the armor falls off and underneath it all I am Stark naked.  -  Anon.


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Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Time To Drain The Gene Pool





I'm back once again to participate in week 168 of Jenny Matlock's Saturday Centus, a fun and challenging literary meme that is an exercise in concise writing.

You can visit Jenny's blog, off on my tangent, and share your own 100-word story or poem for the rest of us Centusians to enjoy by clicking on her button below.

This week Jenny has again provided us a photo in lieu of a word prompt and instructed us to write a 100-word piece about this image.  

What follows is my belated effort for this week.  I have entitled it:



Time To Drain The Gene Pool


“Pa, ah seen on the TV this hyar story bout these rocks thet move on they own, but nobody knows how. How does yo' reckon they does it?"

“Well, Ronnie Joe, they had thet same sto'y on Fox Noos t'other day. To git th' answer they asked th' right han' of Jesus, th' Rev. Jeremiah Falfine. He explained thet th' Lo'd was usin' them thar rocks t'draw a line in th' san' as a warnin' t'th' unwarshed heathens in this hyar country t'stop all these gay marriages o' else burn in th' fires of hell.”

“Dang! Yo'd hafta be purdy stoopid not t'heed a warnin' like thet, huh pa?”

“Yup, sho’nuff.”


Jenny Matlock

If you have a complete set of salad bowls and they all say Kool Whip on the side, you might be a redneck.
                                                    
                                  --  Jeff Foxworthy

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