Saturday Centus prompt this week is to use up to 150 words, dialogue only, using "Are you seriously ordering another martini,"
"Are you seriously ordering another martini?"
"Why not? ... I've only had three."
"No you haven't, you've had seven!"
"Noo ... I can't have had seven."
"You have, I promise you."
"But I can't have!"
"Why not?"
"Because my legs always give out after I've had five!"
"Your legs have given out!"
"No?!"
"Yes!"
"Oh ... that'll be it then."
"What'll be it?"
"Why you suddenly got taller than me about half an hour ago!"
Saturday, 24 September 2011
Sunday, 18 September 2011
Opal
Sheep file the corridor
mirror, follow
fingertips stripped
imitating their muse.
I yearn for passion
raw
to be thrust upon them
strengthen their verve.
Dispel this omen
that they may see
the oceans
the heavens
the fire -
the limitless beauty
in a single
solitary opal.
Written for wordle 22
at The Sunday Whirl
mirror, follow
fingertips stripped
imitating their muse.
I yearn for passion
raw
to be thrust upon them
strengthen their verve.
Dispel this omen
that they may see
the oceans
the heavens
the fire -
the limitless beauty
in a single
solitary opal.
Written for wordle 22
at The Sunday Whirl
Saturday, 17 September 2011
Autumn ... Saturday Centus
It feels like ages since I've posted, so I thought I'd join in with
Jenny Matlocks Saturday Centus shake up this week.
Use 32 words including the line "In the autumn"
to write 'lyrics' to the tune of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star!
Well here goes ... clear your throat and prepare to sing :o)
Confetti gold, jewelled lanes
In the autumn summer wanes.
Scarlet skies as evenings call
prepared for winter, bronzes fall.
Beds and blankets, nests to sleep
warm inside as winter creeps.
Jenny Matlocks Saturday Centus shake up this week.
Use 32 words including the line "In the autumn"
to write 'lyrics' to the tune of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star!
Well here goes ... clear your throat and prepare to sing :o)
Confetti gold, jewelled lanes
In the autumn summer wanes.
Scarlet skies as evenings call
prepared for winter, bronzes fall.
Beds and blankets, nests to sleep
warm inside as winter creeps.
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