Wow…I missed one last week. Totally, completely, slipped my mind. Ugh! Sorry, folks. Anyway, this week’s prompt is fairly tough: we’re to write our autobiography in six words. Hmmmm…. Includes: One heart. Some assembly required. That ought to do. Share This PostDown the rabbit hole….
Just a normal prompt this week! (Although I shouldn’t say ‘just’ a normal prompt, as a lot of times it’s been the seemingly simplest prompts that have tripped me up and made me take hours just to mull them over to come up with something.) “And these are–?” asked the lady in the floppy hat. “Peas,” said Farmer Jimmy, behind his stall at the market. “Two peas in every pod.” “Two?” “Two. Two peas in a pod.” “Only two?” “Yessum…but these peas are three inches in diameter.” “These peas are genetically modified, aren’t they?” “Don’t think so. Just good oldDown the rabbit hole….
This week’s prompt is straight-forward, if a bit macabre. I’m going back to my science fiction roots here: Two robots looked down on the fires of Earth from their orbital platform. They were there to monitor the climate, but with no one left to report it to, what now? “Do you think anyone will remember humans?” asked the younger robot, with a quivering synth-voice. Its emotion chip was state-of-the-art. “We will,” replied the older, robot. His emotion chip was first-gen, so he wasn’t given to sentiment. “We know where the bodies are buried, anyway.” He pointed to a screen. “ColdDown the rabbit hole….
OK, folks, we’re now far enough into January that life is settling back down in a quasi-normal kind of thing. The Holiday season just past was a wonderful one, but it was also abnormally busy, even by my standards — the Holidays are always busy, but this time it was “Wow, what a whirlwind!” I eventually just had to put some things on the back burner, such as regular features of this blog — the Centus among them. Well, now I’m ready to jump back in again, so here we go…only, this week’s prompt assumes that I’ve done the lastDown the rabbit hole….
This week Jenny throws a curve: we’re supposed to use only 16 words to write about when we were 16 ourselves. Sixteen constituted most (except for the first few weeks) of my junior year of high school. What do I remember of that period? Hmmmm…one of my favorite English teachers ever, chemistry class, Mr. Jones‘s final year at ACS before moving away, playing Civil War music all year in band, and Dustin died. But anyway, here’s my Centus entry: When I was sixteen, I knew she was out there, somewhere…but I didn’t know yet where. Share This PostDown the rabbit hole….
Well, I guess it had to happen sooner or later…I missed one. I filed away last week’s entry to mull over a bit, but then, with the busyness of Thanksgiving week, I pretty much forgot about it entirely. So, apologies to all Centusians…but maybe I can start a new streak with this week’s prompt, right? “Always remember,” Bob the manager had said, “never ever ever EVER forget to suggestive sell. I want you to get to the point where suggestive selling is in your blood. I want it to be an instinct with you, more than breathing. Suggestive selling isDown the rabbit hole….
A day late again…sorry, folks. This time we take the same photo as last week, but we have to write from the POV of one of the orange-meloned soccer kids. OK then: Agent Triple-Zed glanced out the window of the minivan. “Surveillance in building across the field,” she said into the microphone on her shoe. “Understood,” said her shoe. “Employ disguise 4-delta.” “Roger that.” Triple-Zed slipped the red wig over her hair. “Do we abort the mission?” “Negative,” said her shoe. “Operation Chuck E. Cheese still in effect.” “Understood. Provide back-up at final location.” Triple-Zed jumped out of the minivanDown the rabbit hole….
Yup, I’m a day late. I had a job figuring out this week’s prompt, and I was pretty busy yesterday, anyway. We’re given a photo prompt…but what we’re supposed to do is write from the point-of-view of a person standing at the window indicated by the arrow. Hmmmm….okey doke! “Home One, Agent Niner-five-alpha reporting in. I’m in position. Over.” “Acknowledged, Niner-five-alpha. What is the current status, over?” “Looks like a soccer game, over.” “Can you identify the target, over?” “Negative. Our opponents have decoys in play. Repeat, decoys in play, over.” “Niner-five-alpha, did you say, ‘decoys’, over?” “That’s affirm. Seven,Down the rabbit hole….
This week we’re limited to twenty-five words, and we have a picture prompt, with this, believe it or not, as the picture: Here’s my take: “I don’t get it.” “Don’t focus. Look through it.” “OK….nope. Nothing.” “Well, let’s move on.” “OK…wait! Something moved in there!” “And?” “It’s saying my name….” Happy Halloween, Centusians! Share This PostDown the rabbit hole….
This week we get a normal kind of prompt. Here’s my take: “I planted a little story seed, and it grew into a story tree. So then I picked the story fruit, peeled it, added sugar and cinnamon, and I baked it into a story pie. Then I ate a slice of the story pie with some story vanilla ice cream. And then…” “What?” “I think I pushed the metaphor too far.” “That was a metaphor?” “It started off as one, yeah.” “A metaphor for what?” “Would you believe I don’t remember?” “Yeah, I got that.” “You know what theDown the rabbit hole….