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Sunday, March 27, 2011

A Pitiful Poem @ Small Stories and Stuff

Each week, Jenny Matlock of “... off on my tangent...” assigns us Centusians a prompt from which to construct a 100 (or less) word story. No photos are allowed and the posts must be PG. This week, she mixed it all up my assigning a poem that rhymes! I don’t write poems that rhyme, so this will be a challenge for me. If you’re new to Saturday Centus, you will find all the rules as well as the posts by clicking on the Saturday Centus button on my sideboard.

This week's prompt? “I’m not a chicken...” Following is my pitiful attempt to make a poem out of it.



I’m not a chicken, my dear.
Try to scare me if you dare.
Chase and me I’ll disappear,
maybe ride off on a mare
or make a famous career
searching for treasure so rare.
I’d make a great pioneer
not stop to give a small care
if you’re bringing up the rear.
Jenny, I’m losing my hair!

(I'm totally embarrassed, but since I'm not a chicken, I'm posting anyway).

Friday, March 25, 2011

I am going......@ Small Stories and Stuff

Imagine this - me, actually posting on Six Word Fridays on, well, Friday. Im glad to be off work today. I work three 12-hour shifts a week, so when I’m working, about all I do is sleep and work. Melissa’s prompt this week is the word “go.”

So, here I go...........six lines, each with six syllables.

I am going to France
to Aix en Provence where
C├ęzanne painted and turned
the art world on its ear.
I'm going there to write
the best words of my life.


© cj Schlottman

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Cooling Off @ Small Stories and Stuff

It’s Sunday, so yesterday must have been Saturday Centus, the day our esteemed leader, Jenny Matlock of “... off on my tangent...” assigned us Centusians a prompt from which to construct a 100 (or less) word story. No photos are allowed and the posts must be PG. (This one is PG-13). This week, she threw us a crumb, as it were, and assigned us an innocuous prompt: “The curtain parted.” I just know there will be many different takes on this prompt, so here’s my contribution, so I can get to reading the others. You will find them and all the rules by clicking on my Saturday Centus button on my sidebar.


Cooling Off



Each on opposite sides of the bed, they jockeyed for the upper hand.

As usual, the argument started over nothing - he forgot to take out the trash. Then it morphed into that nonsensical place where all past sins are reviewed. She began chanting a litany of his recent misdeeds.

As for him, he held back nothing, ticking off her faults on his fingers.

She turned her back, undressed, started a cold shower, stepped in, sharp cold needles of water stinging her face.

The curtain parted, and with a sheepish grin, he asked, “Why don’t we cool off together?”


© cj Schlottman
03/20/2011

Friday, March 18, 2011

On The Wings of Love

03/17/2011

For today, Melissa has asked all of us who participate in Six Word Fridays to write something about hope, especially for the people of Japan, who are suffering so much loss and who may even be exposed to radiation that will make them sick in the future.
At times like this, hope seems unattainable, but as time passes, the pages on the calendar will drop away, and healing will begin. The irony that this quake and ensuing tsunami could happen to Japan, a nation once exposed to radiation by the bombing of their country, is remarkable.
For more information on Six Word Fridays, please click on the button on my sidebar.

Here is my contribution based on hope:


On The Wings of Hope


Hope is in not made of
things or even food and water
or preaching or praying out load.
It is not ours alone but
all of mankind owns it also.
It is deep in our souls
buried in our brains and hearts.
There is no thing called hopelessness.
We must finds hope’s source by
introspection and willingness to set aside
our safe and warm and comfortable
selfishness and reach out to others.
When we send hope to Japan
it becomes real to us and them.
It travels on wings of love
continues on to Haiti and Darfur
and North Korea, Libya and Egypt
in time making it’s way back
to us so we can send it out again.

© cjSchlottman 03/17/2011

Saturday, March 12, 2011

The Grave Digger

This week’s prompt for Saturday Centus is: “he had never been accused of being intelligent..." For the uninitiated, Saturday Centus is a writing meme hosted by Jenny Matlock who is the author of the awesome blog, ...off on my tangent. You can find all the rules and some pretty good little stories by clicking on the Saturday Centus button on my sidebar. And don’t forget to visit Jenny’s blog.

Here is my contribution for this week:

Leroy stood at the edge of the grave he had just dug and peered into it, wondering if there were a story associated with its soon-to-be resident.

A grave digger, he had never been accused of being intelligent, but his employers knew nothing of his avocation. For years, he had been making up stories about the people he helped bury, then publishing them on his blog. Lately, they had become quite popular among Jenny Matlock’s Saturday Centusians.

Taking his shovel, he peeled off his gloves and walked to his little cottage, then logged on to find the prompt for the week.

Jenny did not disappoint.


© cj Schlottman

Monday, March 7, 2011

More Than Money

This week’s prompt for Saturday Centus is: “everything depended upon this single card.....” For the uninitiated, Saturday Centus is a writing meme hosted by Jenny Matlock who is the author of the awesome blog, ...off on my tangent. You can find all the rules and some pretty good little stories by clicking on the Saturday Centus button on my sidebar. And don’t forget to visit Jenny’s blog.

Here is my contribution for this week. The prompt is in italics.



At the bridge table, four players were concentrating on the game. My husband and I had bid a grand slam in notrump, and I was playing the hand.

When dummy went down, I took as much time as I needed before addressing the lead. I counted the sure winners and could only come up with twelve.

I looked in my hand again. There was small club I needed to throw off on something from dummy.

With $1,000 riding on this hand, everything depended upon this single card.......the rent, groceries and day care. I went down one.

That night's beating was the worst ever.


© cj Schlottman