Red Velvet, Red Velvet, Let Reffie Get Older

My blog looks a bit lonely.  Oreo Cat is not being cooperative.  He's tired of writing.  He would rather eat, sleep, poop, and play with his favorite toys.  I think he fully understands how to be a cat.

I have a birthday coming up.  It has a zero in it so maybe I should do something special.  

Evil Twin is telling me that she has bribed the aliens to stay away on my special day but she is having some kind of problem with the robots.  I told her there are no robots to worry about. She just gave me that "you're an idiot" look.  She just watched the movie, I, Robot, and she is very impressionable.  I watched it, too.  DANG that Will Smith in his underwear!  He sizzles.

I don't know what I want to do to celebrate except that I want to make these RED VELVET COOKIES!  Hubby told me I could make them right now.  Why wait?

No, there will not be any left for any of you.

Sorry.

Not really.

Oh, BTW, I wrote a little story using five sentences with five words each.  I stole this idea from the Saturday Centus group.

 

The TV blares boring ads.

Why do we pay attention?

They numb us, closing minds.

Easy Zombie fodder, we are.

Fascinating, right?

"Evil Twin, quit snorting.  It's rude."

Spring has come early around here.  Bluebonnets are in full bloom and the irises are opening.  There are weeds everywhere.  I need your help pulling them.

 It's a bit wild right now but I don't want to mow the bluebonnets!

Oreo Cat surveys his wishful outside kingdom from the window.

If I see you out there pulling weeds, I'll save a cookie for you.

"Evil Twin!  Put that cookie down!"

Saturday Centus: There is a Better Way

Uh oh.  The geek's back and participating in the Saturday Centus.  Yeah,  I know it's not Saturday but I lost a couple of hours traveling and I'm a bit behind.

No, Evil Twin, I did not say I have a Big Behind.

Sheesh.

Anyway, the mission is to write a short story, 100 words or less, using a prompt.

This week's prompt starts my travel-related story:

There is a Better Way 

It was the 11th anniversary of the destruction of the World Trade Centers.

Airline travel is no longer a huge hassle.  Food is again "free" and it doesn't cost you to check your bags or use a pillow or blanket.  Gate agents and flight attendants are pleasant and happy to see you.

Airplanes are loaded from the rear door in order by row.  Passengers are not allowed to take over-sized carry-on bags onto the airplane.

Security screening is simple.  There is no special service for first-class passengers.  Everyone must pass inspection by the robots.  I will say, though, that their hands can be a bit cold.

For more stories, click over to Jenny Matlock's blog.

Saturday Centus: All Hallow's Eve

In keeping with the season, I'm doing this week's Saturday Centus.  It's a Halloween theme and Evil Twin is tingling with excitement.   I can't wait to see what she does with this week's prompt.


The Centus, originating from Jenny Matlock's blog, is a short story, 100 words or less, using a prompt.



This week's prompt is:  “Trick or treat!" they shouted as the door opened.

I hope you find a bit of humor in my Evil Twin's story:

 Seasoned for the Season

“Trick or treat!" they shouted as the door opened.

There was nobody there but they saw the large bowl on the table.    Expecting to be startled by the weird old lady dressed as a witch or Oprah, they mustered their courage and walked toward the bowl.  The collections from the other homes ranged from bags of organic granola to a Rachael Ray cookbook so they were hopeful for chocolate.

In the kitchen, the oven was heating and the kitchen tools and seasonings were ready on the counter.

Cate and her brother Cody had argued about their costumes all week and finally agreed to go as Hansel and Gretel.

Gulp!


Oh my. I can't believe she did that.  Those poor children.


Sigh.


For other Centus stories, click here:

Saturday Centus: Birthday Edition

It's time for another Saturday Centus here in Geekville.  This one is in honor of Sophisticated Lunacy's author, Tom, as his birthday is this week. 

The Centus originates from Jenny Matlocks' blog and the instructions are to write about 100 words using a prompt as part of the story.  This week's prompt is "He never dreamed when he blew out the candles on his cake...".

I hope that Tom, being a blogging buddy and a good sport, appreciates this story I wrote this week.

Hee Hee.

Wake-Up, Fate Awaits

 

Tom was thinking about how tired he was from his crazy day with his impossible-to-please boss.  He liked his project team, though.  He was still clutching the unopened envelope his team had given to him for his birthday.  They had laughed as they handed it to him, joking that this could be his lucky day.

"Happy Birthday, Tom", his friends sang, snapping him back from his thoughts, the envelope forgotten.  His buddies were making up silly words to the song and were starting to stagger. 
 
He never dreamed when he blew out the candles on his cake...

Actually, he never dreamed at all.  It all seemed so pointless sometimes...

Later, Tom finished cleaning up from the party halfway listening to the TV in the next room.  The winning lottery numbers were being announced.

If you'd like to read more short stories with this prompt, check Jenny's blog for the links.

Have a great week!

 

Centus: Sitting on the Rainbow

I'm glad you stopped by today.  Yes, it's still hot in Texas and we are all a gooey mess down here.  Please send ice cubes.

I'm playing Saturday Centus again this week, writing a story, 100 words or less, using a prompt.

This week's prompt:

I listened to them from my perch on the top step and didn't know whether to laugh or to cry...

I hope you giggle or crack at smile at my little story today:

Sitting on the Rainbow

I didn't know it would be this good.  My first full day in heaven has been nothing but glorious.  The feeling of being totally connected with all living things is indescribable.   You would never believe, though, what Jesus is wearing up here.

 

Feeling light and ethereal, I wandered over to a stairway.  I smiled a bit, remembering the song Stairway to Heaven.  Haha.  There really is one.  

I noticed a group of confused domestic house pets talking amongst themselves.

Climbing without effort, I listened to them from my perch on the top step and didn't know whether to laugh or to cry...

I did both, rejoicing that our beloved furry creatures are here with us.

This week's prompt is from:  Deckside Thoughts

Other stories can be found at this blog: Jenny Matlock

Have a great week!

Centus Thief Strikes Again

Wow.  Saturday already?  

I hope everyone had a great week.

My mission today is to write a short story of about 100 words using this prompt in the story: 

Driving six hours is a long time on the road.  Six hours spent singing car-aoke and taking in the picturesque scenery, but mostly reminiscing about the good times.  But those days were long gone and my mind was in a different place now.  Or was it?  My pulse quickened as I passed the road sign which read "Medford 27 miles."

Evil Twin and I accepted the mission, watched the mission tape self-destruct, waved at the late Peter Graves and that Scientific Dude Tom Cruise, and got down to business:

Dinner Isn't the Only Thing Cooking

Driving six hours is a long time on the road.  Six hours spent singing car-aoke and taking in the picturesque scenery, but mostly reminiscing about the good times.  But those days were long gone and my mind was in a different place now.  Or was it?  My pulse quickened as I passed the road sign which read "Medford 27 miles."

Medford?

No.  Look again.

PHEW!  Stepford.  Yes, that's much better.   I can't get lost again and be late.  Dinner must be on the table by 5:30 pm or there will be consequences.  

All of the men have been so irritable lately.   I'll have to remember to talk to the other ladies about this at our next gathering.

I think we'll meet on Tuesday night this time, while the men are "bowling".  Yeah, right.   Bowling. Very soon, something else about 12 pounds will be rolling around here.

Take a breath.  Patience.  Patience.  I must make another call to Sally to see if she will join us.  After what happened last week, she may be more than ready to participate.

Tom, over at Sophisticated Lunacy, is a regular participant in the Saturday Centus.   Go check out his story.  It's a good one!