Saturday Centus 166

Watching the lightning grateful for the cool and enjoying the scent of fresh rain we spoke of past weather and the effects.

A huge multi-limbed wild animal of lightning ran across the sky followed immediately with deafening thunder. We knew the sound of lightning striking but we didn't know what it had hit.

Come morning we traveled the hilltop to check. Not only had the lightning struck and split a huge oak tree, it has also killed eight cattle who had rested under it.

The herd bull, in death, leaned against the tree as if scratching an itch in life.

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Saturday Centus Week 140 On Snowy Roads...

Jenny is still cranking those prompts into the blogasphere.  I do enjoy these prompts.  Makes my imagination work overtime.  One hundred four words, not one word more. Keep it clean and include the words of her prompt "...you want a resolution...".  Add your creation to the list or just visit Ms Jenny and enjoy the contributions.

ON SNOWY ROADS
Oh, my butt was gripping
Every inch of the seat
As Hubby drove wildly
Through snow ice and sleet.

It was a day outing
That turned into night
Glad I wasn't driving
I was full of fright

Icy snow bothers me
More that you’ll know
‘Cause I've hit ditches
Row after row after row.

The day was clear cold
With snow on the ground
The weather man’s lying
Saying none would stick around.

So New Year looms
The horizon filled with snow
You want a resolution
Here it goes…

No icy driving
Anyway, not for me.
I’ll be indoors thriving
In warmth and reverie.

Saturday Centus 133 Birth...

I look forward to MS Jenny's prompt each week.  One hundred four words exactly!  I've had this ditty written awhile but Blogger is doing the blue circle dance today and it has taken over an hour just to get these words on the page.  Join the fun and may you avoid the blue circle.

BIRTH

Seeing white, seeing red
Why am I tied like this?
My feet are wrong
Now I’m really pissed

Cylinders of gas
Unseen faces being cursed
Trying to throw things
Aiming for the nurse

Don’t tie me down
You know I can’t breath
This damn thing
Is truly killing me

The pain was excruciating
The doc didn’t help
When I grabbed poor Hubby
All he did was yelp

I bemoaned my condition
I swore never again
I swore off sex
and I swore off men.

Then I heard a simple word
“Push” was my command
Now that made it simple
And I held Hubby’s Hand.

The Collector...Saturday Centus

Jenny Matlock at Saturday Centus leaves us a sweet little challenge.  This week I'm "pushing the envelope"

THE COLLECTOR

The first had names of months
Like a calendar of cries
Like a calendar of lies
They left me lacking, wanting more

Ran outta months so I chose days
My week of cries
My week of lies
They left me lacking, wanting more

Winter, Summer, Autumn, Spring
My seasons of cries
My seasons of lies
They left me lacking, wanting more

Thirty days hath September…April June and November
My year of cries
My year of lies
They left me lacking, wanting more.

All the rest have thirty-one
My proof of cries
My proof of lies
My book is full…I am done

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Saturday Centus 130-Art For Inspiration

Ms Jenny is getting into the swing for Halloween.  Her prompt this week is pictorial.  PROMPT: 100 words based in this bizarre picture  WORD COUNT: Not to exceed 100  STYLE OF WRITING:  Any
PICTURES:  Any additional

Let's scare up some words for Ms Jenny.  Join the fun and stop by Saturday Centus to read the creative contributions.

Death By Chocolate  

Driving until my eyes wouldn’t stay open I stopped at a motel for the night. Entering my room I tried to settle in but I couldn’t shake that uneasy feeling that I was being watched.

I checked then rechecked the lock, the deadbolt. No one was getting into my room.

In my rush to leave I hadn’t eaten so I ordered something chocolate, my cure for anything.

“Room Service!” was muffled by the thickness of the door. Through the peep hole I saw the eye.  No more chocolate pie for me I thought as the door crashed to the floor.

SC 126 Blah, Blah, Blah...

Oh, how I wait for Ms Jenny's writing challenge each week!  Loads of fun with few rules.  You must  use the number of words assigned, including the prompt words.  You can even add your own pictures.  We can never plan ahead because the prompt is assigned on Saturday.

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She talked all the time. He wanted silence.

He had tried all the standard things to ignore her, tune her out, daydream about something else. He listened to her incessant talk, useless words she thought he wanted to hear.

Did she really think he wanted to know that the second cousin on her mother’s side had to be committed to the loony bin?

He had explained how the noises, her very words, drilled through his head but she never listened.

The first strike of the hammer slowed her words. The second made them sound like blah, blah, blah. The third finally brought silence.