Saturday Centus - Haints

Jenny, Jenny, Jenny... What are you doing to us? It's time for Saturday Centus, hosted by our lovely Jenny Matlock at Off On My Tangent. You know the routine, Jenny gives us a prompt and we write a fun little story of 100 words or less. Every week, I struggle keeping my word count down. Slave and sweat over which of my sweet little words are going to the recycling bin. Well, this week Jenny threw us a curve ball. We only get 50 words. Now how on earth are we supposed to tell a story in 50 words or less? Good grief, I use more words than that on my grocery list! Guess this is our trick for Halloween. I'm going to give it the old college try. The prompt is in blue font. Make sure to visit all the links, I'm sure you'll find some treats there!


The old Civil War depot was haunted. Everyone knew that. Frankie went in anyway. You can't ignore a triple dog dare! After the longest 30 minutes in history, he emerged. Shaking, but with a victorious smile on his impish face. "Come on Frankie, what happened?" He just smirked and said
"Abraham Lincoln was a lot shorter then I thought he would be..."

Saturday Centus - Just Another Scary Story

Why are we up so bright and early on a Saturday morning? It's time to participate in Saturday Centus, hosted by the lovely Jenny Matlock at Off On My Tangent. Jenny provides us with a writing prompt, and we conjure up a story of 100 words or less exclusive of the prompt. No pictures, no videos, and no vulgarity or profanity! And we must use the prompt EXACTLY as written. No cute little writer's tricks of splitting the prompt! This week's prompt is "This is the scariest story I've ever heard...". It will be interesting to see what our little band of Centusians comes up with. If you're not familiar with this weekly event, you are in for a real treat - and perhaps some tricks as well! Make sure to visit all the links, there is some amazing talent out there. And Jenny keeps the link live all week, so you have plenty of time to use your imagination, spin a yarn and join us!

Here's a spooky little short for Halloween, enjoy!

The wind howled through trees, restless banshees prowling the night. Windows rattled with every clap of thunder, lightening providing glimpses of the raging storm. Ten teenage girls giggled and screamed as branches scratched against the clapboards, the old house groaning as it settled in for the night.

Sarah's mom smiled as she listened from the top of the stairs. She was so glad that she had rescued the old Hoffman place from the wrecking ball, ignoring the superstitions of the townspeople.

The lights went out just as Sarah started to speak "This is the scariest story I've ever heard...". Her mom felt a cold hand on her shoulder...

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...