SECOND ANNUAL SHOCK-O-RAMA SHOW (another hundred-word challenge)

… A PRE-HALLOWEEN TREAT PLUCKED FROM MY BAG O’ BOOTY ….        

A TRIUMPHANT MARLEY CHANSON casts the net of his soiled grin upon each of the waiting contestants, thinking, a bold, riveting presentation, Marley—a winner. Out of the opposing chair, “Squeaky” tumbles to her crown; her revolver, sliding from her lap, clatters beneath her. Beside Marley, Leslie—the next to perform—rises on wobbly legs, then spews a technicolor spiral, painting Chirpie’s open-doored cage, and spattering Marley’s left shoe and cuff.
 
       THE SERGEANT-AT-ARMS seethes. “Excessive Shockery!” He jerks Marley from his chair, avoiding his still-sticky fingers, and escorts him to the exit.
 
       MARLEY SWALLOWS BACK rising feathers and their coppery effluvia.

OUT ON A LIMB FOR LOVE (a short story in 50 words)

We’d laughed about it. They’ll come around. Onct it’s born, they’ll ‘cept me.

Suzie waits, bag packed.

Straddling the limb, I reach for her window.

She’s waving me away. Why? I lean.

Suzie’s Pa’s shotgun rams my chest. “Law pertects the homeowner ‘gainst trespassin’, niggah. And God—He fergives the Christian.”