Welcome to week twenty-three of Saturday Centus. I'M SO, SO, SO SORRY! One of you sent me three or four wonderful prompts that I did not save to my E-mail SC folder. I searched all my files preparing this post and can't find them. Would you mind re-sending them to me? I promise to be more responsible this time. AND Can I just say...I love SC! It is distracting and fun and funny and uplifting and thoughtful and wonderful. It remains my favorite 'read' of the week and I appreciate each and every one of you who takes time to link. STOP! If you didn't read the end SC's from last week, please take a moment to do so. Just work backwards until you find out where you left off. I feel really bad that the people at the end don't get read. Thanks! Now on to regular SC biz...In case you've forgotten... This is a themed writing meme and a different challenge this week. You can use UP to 100 words to tell your story. The prompt does not count for your 100 words AND it must be left intact in the body of your story. No illustrations are permitted. Your story can be fact or fiction, just keep it PG, please! I have to look at my Grandchildren with these eyes. You have the entire week to link your work to the meme and you can link more than one story if you like. Please display link button or just a hyper-link back to Saturday Centus. Be careful to link your SC URL to the Linky and not just link to your main blog. I would suggest that since these are so short, if you can't think of a title just use your blog name as the title in the Linky. Try to visit each one because there are some amazing writers participating in this meme. Since the links are so short they are also a fun and quick read. Please e-mail me directly with ???'s or ask your question in a comment and I will do my best to get back to you as soon as possible.
This weeks prompt is: "If I had a hammer..."
This is my SC#23-text:
His friend, the first mate, had pleaded with their irate captain to at least leave some provisions. "Or it will be as a certain death sentence!" he thought, eyeing the wooden crates scattered, amongst the rocks and seaweed. "But how to open them? I need the wood to make a shelter. If I had a hammer, I could open them and see what the lads have left me."
It was then that he spied a wedge-shaped rock that was both smooth and sharp and the right size for his hand. He smiled, picked it up, and started hammering at the lid of the first box.
Word count using WordCalc: 100
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Later on October 17th: I've written two extra 'hammer-texts'.
Please see them here.