Showing posts with label saturday centus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label saturday centus. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Saturday Centus 31

They scratched up my beloved Christmas CD and delight in pushing down the walls to my meticulously made gingerbread homes.  They keep draining out the water from the Christmas tree stand and crawl into my children’s ears at night while they are sleeping….which makes my kids whiney and ungrateful.  They mercilessly tied me up and made me watch, while adding things to my “to do” list.  At night they hide inside the bin of tangled up holiday lights, waiting to nibble away any last bit of my patience, plotting my holiday breakdown.  Those gloomy, cheerless, hardhearted words….Bah Humbug.

So it was rough couple of days at my house, and this just popped out for my Saturday Centus.
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Sunday, November 14, 2010

Saturday Centus - Week 28

I know I just did a Saterday Centus in my last post, but I barely got that one posted in the nick of time and I was on the roll to write another.  If you get a chance I HIGHLY recommend reading the other SC posts.  There are some amazingly gifted writers and I am just fortunate I stumbled across ….off on my tangent…. So I could write something with them.  They all make me feel creative, unworthy, challenged, and pathetic, all at the same time!  I just say that because the one semester “I majored in English”, in college is failing me miserably.  I was never part of the really good writers in my classes but I soooooo wanted to be.  Regardless, I am going to do my weekly Saturday Centus  and challenge my bloggie followers to do the same.
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Week 28 Prompt is “The early November sunshine cast golden rays…” You will most likely notice, I put it in red.
He woke up startled at the sound of a door slamming down the hall.  Muffled voices passed by reminding him that he was staring at the casual turn of a ceiling fan in a hotel room.  He turned his head toward the tangle of auburn curls and cinnamon tasting skin of the woman lying asleep next to him.  Turning away he glanced at the clock radio next to the bed, knowing it was much too late to call home.  The early November sunshine cast golden rays across the nightstand where he had placed his wedding band the night before.  His bare chest lifted with a deep sigh.

Okay…..now you try it!