This post brings you my contribution for the 83rd week of Saturday Centus, that groovy literary meme hosted by the amazing Jenny Matlock (aka "the Exalted One") at her blog off on my tangent.
I missed out on posting a story last week (and broke my streak of SC's) but I'm back to start all over again with another of Jenny's masterful mental missions.
This week our Ms. Jenny has given us an interesting prompt from which to base our stories and poems. It is the number 16.
This week our Ms. Jenny has given us an interesting prompt from which to base our stories and poems. It is the number 16.
Oh, but wait! In true Jenny fashion we don't get off quite that easy.
Our stories have to be written about ourselves when we were sixteen.
What's more, not only does it have to be autobiographical, but our word count is - yes, you guessed it - sixteen words total!
Wickedly clever, Jenny!
In writing this post memories of that era (which I had long since repressed) came flooding back. Reluctantly, then, I am a bit ill-at-ease in recounting it now. Nonetheless, here is my 16-word piece about my sixteenth year, embarrassing as it may be. I have entitled it:
Wickedly clever, Jenny!
In writing this post memories of that era (which I had long since repressed) came flooding back. Reluctantly, then, I am a bit ill-at-ease in recounting it now. Nonetheless, here is my 16-word piece about my sixteenth year, embarrassing as it may be. I have entitled it:
The Year Was 1978
Disco ruled
with bell-bottoms,
shiny shirts,
platform heels,
gold chains,
and,
for me,
delusions of adequacy.
"I feel the same way about disco as I do about herpes."
— Hunter S. Thompson
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too funny!
ReplyDeleteOH yes, that was an odd time for many...I'm with Hunter S.T. ;)
ReplyDeleteI'm sure you were much more than adequate, my friend. Certainly, in the funny department. We must be about the same age, because I remember all of those thing. Another great one, Tom.
ReplyDeletevery good I got it wrong did not read the rules properly and used 100 words
ReplyDeleteNice! I wanna see pictures!
ReplyDeleteOh My God!! What were we thinking?? Very funny post, Tom!!!!
ReplyDeleteTom! Tom! I loved this. This pretty much hit it for me, too! Although I have to say, we wore Nehru jackets and hip hugging giant bell bottoms, too! Yeah. We were definitely wicked cool.
ReplyDeleteWhere did you disappear to? We miss you.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year, Tom.