Saturday Centus - Trick or Treat!

It's Saturday which can only mean one thing. Time to visit Jenny Matlock at Off On My Tangent for Saturday Centus. Just in case you've been off in Siberia or something, these are the rules. Our lovely hostess provides us with a prompt. We then struggle to write a micro story of 100 words or less (exclusive of the prompt) - no profanity, no pictures and the prompt must be used in it's entirety and intact. This is a great way to see what editors have to endure on a daily basis!

Since it's October, the ghouls and ghosties are out and about. Oh wait, that's just a group of Centusians moaning over which words to delete from their story! Seriously, it's harder than you think. I'm just writing along, and when I stop to check my word count, I'm usually over 100 words before I'm anywhere near done writing.

This week's prompt was provided by our lovely Miss Anna and it's very appropriate to the season. Here's my take on it, the prompt is in bold font. Hope you enjoy, and don't forget to visit all the links. And check back throughout the week, the link stays live until next Friday evening. You don't want to miss any of the amazing writers who participate!


Cindy was so mad she could spit! The boys got to run wild on Halloween, while she had to trick or treat with daddy.

She was almost 10, for goodness sake. Why couldn't she go with the boys? Running through the spooky old graveyard, playing tricks on crazy ole Miss Harriet. Dang it, she would show them.

Stomping up the stairs, Cindy opened the door to the attic. Found the musty old uniform and slipped it on. A few dabs of ketchup and she was ready.

" "Trick or treat!" they shouted as the door opened..."

The screams of those boys were worth every lick she knew she had coming...

Saturday Centus - With Apologies to Peter, Paul and Mary

Time to let the imagination run free once again. It's Saturday Centus time, hosted by the always gracious Jenny Matlock. Jenny provides us with a prompt, and her merry band of Centusians writes a micro story of 100 words or less, exclusive of the prompt. The only rules are to use the prompt in it's entirety exactly as written. No splitting the prompt! It's ok to split infinitives, but DO NOT split the prompt! Also, no pictures and no profanity. This is not the place for your R rated meanderings :)

This weeks prompt: "If I had a hammer..."

My take. Hope you enjoy!

The sun was slowly sinking as I made my last turn around the square. Grand old buildings stood sentinel, Victorian dowagers passing judgment on every passing citizen. A sudden breeze whispered through fallen leaves on the courthouse lawn. What a glorious evening for a stroll through this beautiful old town. Peaking into gleaming shop windows, I admired the artwork at the gallery, the book display at the corner book shop. I crossed the empty street to see what had moved into the old Hoffmeier building. A candy shop! The window beckoned, displaying a veritable wonderland of luscious hand dipped chocolates. If I had a hammer ...

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Saturday Centus - A Scary Story

Time to put on the old creative hat and get writing - it's Saturday Centus time! By now, you know the routine, right? Our lovely hostess, Jenny Matlock at Off On My Tangent, provides us with a prompt and we write a micro story of 100 words or less exclusive of the prompt. Simple, right? Not so much. And this week, she's shaking things up again. No written prompt, we are to use a picture instead. Normally we are not allowed to use pictures in our posts. But since the picture is the prompt, I'm going to to be an anarchist and break that rule. The prompt for this week:

I was hoping to be able to add to this story (thank cj for prompting me) and I think I managed it.

My take on the prompt:

The screen door slamming sounded like a gunshot in the old house. Charlee jumped, flour floating to the floor, ghosts in the October breeze. Little Frank ran into the kitchen, jumping up and down like a pogo stick. "Aunt Charlee, I'm going to pick pumpkins for Jr. He said he'd pay me and some other kids a dime for every good one!" Charlee untied her apron, turning toward the boy. "Child, we've talked about this. You aren't to go anywhere near the Ewell place. Jr. is a bad man. I don't want you talking to him."

Roy would handle this ...


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