How would you like to go up?

Magnificent CME Erupts on the Sun - August 31

Magnificent CME Erupts on the Sun – August 31 (Photo credit: NASA Goddard Photo and Video)


“How would you like to goup?” the starkly dressed woman asked me as she made the bed.


“Goup?” I asked her back, unsure of what she was asking. I hadn’t thought about this being a messy process.


“Go…up.” she emphasized.


“Go up…” I pondered gazing out the window at the heavens above. “A swing I suppose.”


“Oh Mr. Anderson, that’s not how they do it,” she smiled kindly, politely, too politely.


“What do I need to decide then?” I asked her not turning my gaze from the heavens.


“Do you want to be cremated first or would you like your body intact as it enters the sun?” she answered starkly.




—110 words—










He was trapped beneath the ship that carried him here, at least I think it was a he. He was beautiful, like nothing I had ever seen before. I had always thought creatures from space would be frightening or slimy, but never like a warm ray of sunshine. I ran over to see if I could help. The ship was too heavy for me to lift on my own. I could see in his dimming eyes that he knew I was good and I was trying to help. He reached out his hand for mine and as we touched our fingers entwined like ribbons of light.




Code Red

“Come on we need to finish this lab. It’s almost midnight and we still need to write up the report and its due tomorrow,” I said to my incompetent lab partner.

“What was that? Did you hear something?”

“No more stalling, let’s get through this.”

“No seriously I heard something.”

“Your mind is playing tricks on you.”

“Did you see that?!”

“See wha-”

“CODE RED!” the university PA system shouted.

“Which one is that?”

I searched the panel beside the lab phone, “It says ‘Code Red’ is an intruder alert.” My lab partner ran out, before I could follow I heard her scream.


ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY of Saturday Centus

The prompt this week is:   “Code Red!”

 Number of words:  102.   (including the two words of the prompt)

Style of writing: Any

Additional Pictures: Any


Sleep Like A Baby

“I missed you,” Kayla said to the backseat as she turned left on to Elm Street.

“I hope you behaved yourself,” stopping at the four-way stop before turning right on Peach Street.

“Without you around, I sleep like a baby,” after another right turn, Golden Aspen Court.

“No snoring at all, those quiet nights are heaven-sent, even if it wasn’t vacation,” she continued with a left turn on Dark Ash Lane.

“But I can’t take more than a few nights away from you. I miss you too much,” Kayla admitted as she pulled into the driveway. She opened up the back door and her labradoodle, Dixie, jumped out.


Jenny Matlock

Punxsutawney Phil’s Retirement

I,Punxsutawney Phil, announce my retirement effective today. Hence force, Spring’s arrival predictions will be held at the West Pole by Texas’s own Bee Cave Bob. I’ve known Bob for a long time, his predictions are right 98.6% of the time. Results will be officiated by the Lone Star Weatherological Society. So mosey on down to Texas next year for a warmer winter break to get your Spring time predictions. Who wants to stand outside in the Pennsylvania winter anyway. I’m headed down to Mexico for retirement, but you may catch me with a bowl of chili on Armadillo Day next year.

—-Click on the West Pole link to learn more about Armadillo Day —

Armadillo Photo: WikiCommons

Jenny Matlock

Saturday Centus – Week 144: I said no pictures!

Waiting for three days outside Sci-Fi-Fan-Con for ‘Mr. Can’t Wear A Shirt’ wasn’t exactly Megan’s idea of a great springbreak. Her so-called friends had already tortured her with all the movies. The books weren’t bad, but movies are never like the books.

“He’s here, he’s here!!!” Hannah screamed as a white Ferrari parked on the sidewalk.

“I said no pictures!” an drunken, emaciated, bloodshot eyed ‘Mr. No Shirt’ cried out at the waiting fans, tossing a half empty bottle of Jack towards the girls’ feet.

“I don’t understand,” Tiffany whimpered.

Megan putt her arm around her friends and offered, “That’s the dark side of the stars.”



Saturday Centus – Week 144

Number of words: 106 (including the words ‘The dark side of the stars…”
Style of writing: Any
Additional Pictures: Any