tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16108176234725679112011-11-24T01:18:32.176-08:00And other questions, answers, and stories, about nothing of importance.~Lissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06834140401817766254noreply@blogger.comBlogger251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610817623472567911.post-15488469697385574002011-08-06T02:29:00.000-07:002011-08-06T02:29:51.585-07:00

I didn't want to pass this one up. Here's my Saturday Centus for this week. Just barely before the deadline. Eek. For a prompt this week we were given this picture. I've entitled my Centus Baker's Dozen ---------------------------------------------------------- Baker's Dozen @font-face { font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in

~Lissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06834140401817766254noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610817623472567911.post-65459040421532935102011-04-01T23:56:00.000-07:002011-04-02T00:15:05.830-07:00

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~Lissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06834140401817766254noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610817623472567911.post-3434552052291001972011-03-05T19:16:00.000-08:002011-03-05T19:16:30.634-08:00

  I can't believe it. I'm actually participating in Saturday Centus on, of all days, Saturday! Wow. This weeks prompt was: Everything depended upon this single card. I've titled my centus, On Air. The prompt appears as usual in bold. -------------------------------------------------------- On Air Thousands were watching. The blinking red dot stared her down. She showed nothing but confidence.

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I just saw this and figured it seems too fun, I'd have to jump in while there was still time. Time being less than 30 minutes, so very tardy, but still legal! This week's prompt for the Saturday Centus hosted by Jenny Matlock at Off My Tangent was a picture. This one to be exact. Cute, right? And in celebration of V Day, not VD day, we were also prompted to write our Centus in the vein of a

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  Another week gone by and it's time for another Saturday Centus! This week again we have been thrown a big twist to the regular challenge. Instead of the normal 100 word limit to our Centus we now have just 25 words to craft a story. 25 words. Though 25 seems like a HUGE number to a 5 year old, we all know it isn't much. In fact my first two sentences already totaled 25 words. So really this

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***I apologize for the multitude of typos or lack of comprehensible sentences that may follow below, as I am very tired*** I've had a rather sleepless week this week, staying up often til 5 or even, once pulling an all nighter and staying up for 36 hours and going to two classes.  The reason? School has started up again, which means I have to go back to reporting to my Feature Film symposium

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Answer: You make it a game. This week I've created a bit of a challenge for myself that I have proudly succeeded in so far. You know how sometimes you look into the back of your cupboard and discover foods you bought months ago but never ate? Not the perishable foods that you find smelling awful and growing a second head but the non perishables. You pick it up. Look at it. Then put it right

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Glasses.  I don't really care for sunglasses much but ever since I was a little kid I have loved plain old glasses. Really loved glasses. Maybe not as much as this guy - Yeah...he is actually getting glasses tattooed on his face....not a good idea. But I do like them and I don't know why. I can't think of anyone close to me growing up that had them so maybe I loved them because they were

~Lissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06834140401817766254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610817623472567911.post-6576717222770126052011-01-02T23:55:00.000-08:002011-01-03T00:00:26.061-08:00

A bit morbid but I just love dark humor. I really wanted to get a post in today. You know, see how long I can keep the daily posting up in 2011. But as the day winded down I realized I still hadn't gotten around to writing anything, and I was at a loss for a topic anyway. So I decided I would whip out a dictionary, flip to a random page, land on a random word, and that would be my topic.

~Lissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06834140401817766254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610817623472567911.post-39736263193139098182011-01-01T23:01:00.000-08:002011-01-02T03:19:02.539-08:00

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For this week's Saturday Centus we were provided a picture instead of a sentence as a prompt. They say a picture is worth a thousand words but still we are only allowed 100, none of which can be curse words or, as much as we want to use it, rutabaga. Check the Saturday Centus to read all the different stories that can come from one picture and a 100 thoughtfully scrutinized words. It's amazing.

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Same dealio as usual. I'm linking up to Jenny Matlock's Saturday Centus in which every week we are provided a prompt to use and must create a story using the prompt (completely as is) and up to 100 more words from our own minds.  The prompt this week is: He never dreamed when he blew the candles out on his cake... I've titled my entry, Wish Granted.  The prompt is used in bold.  -------------

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Never has a 100 words seemed as hard it did this week. Too much story and needed character background made this Centus pushing upwards of almost 200 words. With each painful delete not only did I feel the story losing its charm but also it's comprehension. With a lot of reworking it was finally widdled down to 100 with a small bit of everything I wanted say. But now I'm left saying, does this

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This week's prompt for the Saturday Centus is, as I saw it, and most others, in tribute to September 11th. 9 years later, the act, and breadth of pain it caused, are still unimaginable and unexplainable.  Never Forget The prompt is: I stood frozen in front of the flickering images on my TV.  Same rules apply as usual. You must use the prompt as is, and your story should be 100 words or less,

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So, I've been pretty bad at this. I've missed the last two Saturday Centuses (Centus'? Centus's? How do you make it plural?). For one reason or another I haven't been able to show up for Saturday morning's "class." Rather than claim illness, as I did in kindergarten to get out of tying my shoes in front of the entire class when I didn't know how to and was PERFECTLY content with the idea of

~Lissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06834140401817766254noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610817623472567911.post-30310274246106150072010-08-15T23:11:00.000-07:002010-08-15T23:11:42.344-07:00

So this week I was so pumped and ready for a new Centus to jumpstart my creative juices. I woke up early for work on Saturday morning to check and see what the new prompt was that would somehow inspire so many great stories. I had planned on reading the prompt in the morning before work to give myself something to think about throughout the day. Normally, I spend my workdays wandering around

~Lissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06834140401817766254noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610817623472567911.post-69662088475454629062010-08-13T18:42:00.000-07:002010-08-13T20:13:59.315-07:00

So, I've been focusing more on developing my screenplay ideas rather than blogs since in September I'm starting a feature. Ahh! But short comics keep popping in my head, and with Paintbrush now installed on my computer, I've been itching to doodle. Now, with a few comics under my belt, I've decided to start posting them.  It's a major contrast to my last post, but I thought it would be nice to

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It's Saturday Centus time!! So I realize that posting once a week with just a Saturday Centus isn't exactly "posting with a vengeance" like I told myself I would. I have the stories in my head. I even have a few comics started. (Yes, that should be interesting). I just need the time!  This is why sleep has become my biggest enemy (Not to be confused with Gravity, my Arch-nemesis). I never

~Lissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06834140401817766254noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1610817623472567911.post-51598236976918797102010-08-02T19:16:00.001-07:002010-08-03T02:22:29.445-07:00

This Saturday Centus thing is cruel. This week, as I wrote my centus, my words transformed into lobsters. Yes, you heard read right, lobsters. With each word count check I found out some of my lobsters would have to go into the melting pot. And oh, oh would they scream and fight, begging to be one of the chosen ones. Begging to live forever on this page. But alas, my babies, my lobsters,

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Wow, I went almost a complete year without posting anything. Even though I didn't really have a big blogsphere that I was abandoning, this revelation makes me nonetheless feel the need to come back and post with a vengeance. No writer's block will stand in my way anymore. I would love to be able to post something at least once a week, and with the help of the Saturday Centus, hopefully I can.

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Dear people of America (and probably the world): I have a general complaint I would like to voice in hopes that some people share my thoughts and others change their ways... I was leaving my friend's building the other day and I had to use the elevator to go down to my car. So I pressed the down button, the elevator doors opened and I stepped inside. I then pressed the garage button in the

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It was just the two of us. I knew no one would come if I screamed for no one was home, just me and him, alone in my bedroom. He stood in the doorway, blocking my exit, trapping me inside. My choices were either try to jump out the window or be strong and face him.I feared he had a posse waiting by the window so I didn't move. And there we stood. Both staring at each other, both wondering who

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Two days ago I went to a finale party for True Blood. Having never ever seen more than a minute of the show, the finale left me utterly confused. Maybe because I was confused I was able to ridicule and pick it apart more than deserved, maybe it just is really cheesy, I don't know. I was in a room full of devoted fans, sitting on the edge of their seats, dropping their jaws at every plot twist,

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There are four turtles right. There is the blue one Leonardo, who is the leader, the rebel red one, Rafael, the goofy orange one, Michalangelo, and the smart purple one, Donatello. Now the leader has a sword, the rebel has daggers, and the goof has nunchucks, but Donatello, the supposedly smart one, carries a stick. A stick? It's not even metal. It's a piece of wood that can easily break in half.

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Since the dawn of time people have been contemplating the reasoning behind one chicken's action. Why did the chicken cross the road?-Plato: for the greater good. -Captain Kirk: to boldly go where no chicken has gone before-To get to the other side.-To prove he wasn't chicken. -I don't know, ask the chicken. Why this question is so interesting to people I don't quite know, and why after so many

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