Category Archives: Flash Fiction

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – On the Farm

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday – On the Farm

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 12/18

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “on the farm.” Find a word that has a farm animal sound in it, i.e. sMOOth, and use it in your post. Bonus points if you include three or more. Have extra fun!

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That above is our guideline for our SOCS post today. Thanks for keeping these prompts interesting, Linda! 🙂

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Mr. Moony, our next-door neighbor, came roaring around the corner of our house.

“Slow down, Mr. Moony,” I brayed at him, but he didn’t. Before I could say another word, he’d tripped, boinking his head on my tree, knocking some of the bark off the trunk.

“What’s gotten you in such a mood,” I asked as I helped him up.

“Those people (peep) down at the one-hour glasses place gave me the wrong prescription. Now my peepers are all blurry. I can’t even tell a poplar tree from a person (purr).

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

Dreamscape Stories # 2

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Dreamscape Stories # 2

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I was making a scrapbook page, and it was to be about a lady named Dorothy (?).  I wasn’t sure that was even her real name, but it sounded okay. I was thinking it was my Granny’s daughter. I’d only heard about her maybe once before, because she died before I was even born.

I was trying to figure out who she was to me, so I guessed an aunt, because the other daughters were my aunts. My daddy’s sister would be my aunt, right? Anyway, the scrapbook page was pretty.

I had put nylon or chiffon fabric on the top of the page, like a curtain. It was white, or a very light pink. As I was hot gluing the name on the page with colored glue (pink), I kept worrying about the name, and if it was the right one.

Suddenly, there was a lady in the room with me. She looked like a fairy godmother, so I asked her should I put ‘Dorothy – Heaven’ as the title. This was because she’d died a long time ago, and I figured she lived in Heaven now. The fairy godmother lady said it looked good, and besides, it was like the opposite side page in the scrapbook. That was the one I did for the kids, and it’s title was ‘Playground’, and that, to me, meant Heaven. I’d hot glued little flowers on the gathered up curtain fabric, too. I kept trying to get it all to stick.

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See you in my dreams? ☮️

© 2018 BS

Dreamscape Stories # 1

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Dreamscape Stories # 1 

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The big, white ducks were caterwauling out in the garden, you know, like cats having a fight.

Crumbling whole wheat bread for them to eat, and maybe get them to shut up, I went out there to see what was up.

Being it was late at night, I took the yellow flashlight with me, the one that is possessed. Why I took that one, I don’t know. Strange things happen with that one. It has a way of turning itself on and off by itself.

Come to find out, the ducks didn’t want the bread. They were assembled out there to be first in line for the initiation ceremony I’d planned. I managed to get them settled down, and lined up in a duck row, like they do, and we bobble headed our way out of the garden. And, that was that. Quiet reclaimed the night.

For a fact, I remember turning off the flashlight when we were done with the ceremony. Later, at 11:15 a. m. I found that it had turned itself on, again!

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See you in my dreams? ☮️

© 2018 BS

Stream of Consciousness Saturday & Just Jot It January

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday & Just Jot It January

The Friday Reminder for #SoCS & #JusJoJan Daily Prompt, Jan. 20th, 2018

Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “oc.” Find a word that starts with “oc” and use it in your post. Bonus points if you start and end with your post with an “oc” word. Have fun!

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O’Casey the ocelot screamed at two o’clock in the early morning of October 31st.

He was in charge of cleaning the giant aquarium at the Oceanside Museum, and it had to be done in the wee hours before the public came in to observe the underwater realms.

This being Halloween, he was a bit spooked anyway, and when the occupant of the aquarium, Toby the octopus, had given him a startle, by slithering from behind a decorative rock, he just lost all control.

O’Casey was a bit embarrassed on this occasion, especially as his scream had gone an octave higher than the piercing noise of a smoke alarm.

Toby just laughed and waved his arms around in a friendly manner. He loved playing a joke on O’Casey, and knew they’d remain friends for as long as they lived, even if they were both octogenarians.

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note: written with minimal rearranging of one sentence, otherwise just looked up some ‘oc’ words, and wrote as it came to me.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2018 BS

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – SOCS & Just Jot It January – ECO

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday – SOCS & Just Jot It January – ECO

The Friday Reminder for #SoCS & #JusJoJan Daily Prompt, Jan. 6th, 2018

Today’s SOCS is combining with Just Jot It Saturday, and the prompt suggestion is to use the letters ‘eco’ in your post. Thanks, Linda!

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I did look up some words that had those letters in them, and then took a couple of minutes to write this little story, all stream of consciousness, as it came to me.

Here’s my try at using a bunch of words that have ‘eco’ somewhere in them. 🙂

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The Art Deco decorations in the music hall were only a decoy.

Frank, working undercover as Francine, the drag queen who sings zydeco, was performing.

The second the audience saw her act, they recoiled in horror, and demanded a recoup of their admission ticket price.

For the record, Francine’s act bombed, and so did the case Frank was trying to solve.

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Words used with ‘eco’ are: (8) Deco, decorations, decoy, zydeco, second, recoiled, recoup, record

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2018 BS

Go With the Flow – NanoPoblano – Day 24

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Go With the Flow – NanoPoblano – Day 24

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Here’s another of the little stories I wrote, using the words played on an online Scrabble game. The  words played are underlined, and also a list at the end.

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Go With the Flow – Progress Comes to the Back Woods

We were finally getting an indoor toilet. Time had passed us by, being that we were stuck way out here in the woodsy, forgotten land. There were yew trees, and pine trees, and it was peaceful.

Now, we’re no naifs…we’d heard of the newfangled plumbing, but, why should we bother. We had no city water pipes or taps out here in the sticks… at least until recently. The encroaching populated cities were closing in our idyllic solitude. They were in a rush to incorporate our vast wilderness.

I don’t know what we’ll do with our ox. We’ve had that heifer for years. We use her milk to make our favorite cheese…Brie. At first, we thought the sex of the ox was male. Then she birthed a baby ox, and the rest was history in the making. We give Grace, that’s her name, a rubdown every week to thank her for providing us with her oh, so creamy milk. We even bottle grams of it to sell at the farmer’s market down the hill. We net a good profit.

I dread when those effin’ drunkards from city hall come jutting their chins at us, telling us to quit this place…move on or be part of their @x!# beeping city. Oy! How I would love to cane a couple of those nibs. I’m firm in being jaded. I’ll openly duke it out with them…and win. I’m no dozer. I’ve maced nitwits before…I’ll do it again.

It’s apt for those ragtag litho newspapers to get everyone riled up. But then, it would be nice to have that indoor plumbing, I dare say. Mi!

Words used from crossword game are underlined.

toilet                       naif                              openly                   nib

grace                       maced                         rub                         oy

gram                       drunkards                  net                          ox

woodsy                   sex                               quit                         juts                

dread                       jade                             litho                       Brie

yew                          doze                            caned                     apt

firm                          beeps                          rush                      rag

duke                         mi                                win                       ef

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Note: This was first posted on my Blogger site, in 2013

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

Spiro’s Gyros -NanoPoblano – Day 4

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Spiros Gyros – NanoPoblano – Day 4 

https://cheerpeppers.wordpress.com/2016/09/07/why-blog-everyday-in-november/

It’s approaching that time again

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SPIRO’S GYROS

Just another little story using the words from the game “Words With Friends”. I try to use all the words played in the game to make up a short, fun piece. The words from the game are in bold … Enjoy! 

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SPIROS GYROS

(A RESTAURANT TALE)

Mr. and Mrs. Spiro had a plan. They wanted to own and open a Greek restaurant in their town. Nothing would deter them.

After much hard work and determination, it was finally within reach. They opened their dream restaurant on the third day of the month, and called it “Spiro’s Gyros“. It had been a small, worn, building when they bought it, but they knew if it was a success, they could expand to a larger storefront.

Mrs. Spiro would be doing the cooking, as it was her family’s recipes, from the old country, she’d be using. She was also very good at peeling potatoes. Mr. Spiro would be running the business side of the shop. First, though, they had to hire a couple of employees. After interviewing several hopefuls, they hired Ne-Na and Di, as waitresses. The girls were young, but were told if they did a good job, there wouldn’t be any cussing from the management.

The restaurant was located on Ox Rout Lane. They hoped to lure customers from the nearby homes, and woo them with their delicious gyros and pita bread meals. The menu included thin shaved meat, and a berry bowl with heavy cream, for desert.

Sometimes, Mr. Spiro would lend a hand in the kitchen, taking jabs and zags at the meat. Mrs. Spiro would tend to the cooking, and wrapping the food in foilIt was a good working relationship.

Di would greet customers, as they came in, with a wave, and say “Hi“, and Ne-Na would jot down their orders on her note pad. The patrons never said ‘yuch‘ at how their food tasted. It was all good.

The owners were happy to give back to the community. They provided entertainment while the customers ate; a duet would sing arias, with ease. Every night they’d sing the same ones. When their contract was over, they went on to find fame in the big city. They didn’t just fade away. You may have heard of them…Qi-Nor and A-Bod.

So, in the end, the Greek restaurant Mr. and Mrs. Spiro envisioned long ago, found fame, too. It became the ‘go to’ place for many years.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

(first written 11/16/14)

 

Wisdom from a Chair?

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Me: pacing the floor.

Chair: There she goes, again.

Me: looking out the back door, watching rain come down in torrents.

Chair: She thinks pacing and looking out the door will help.

Me: looking out the front door, watching rain come down, flooding the yard and street.

Chair: Hey, stop with the pacing, already!

Me: stops in front of the TV to check weather radar

Chair: Yeah, it’s raining out there, settle down!

Me: looking in junk drawer for flashlight, checking for batteries, not finding any.

Chair: (sigh) Would you just come sit down? I’m nice and comfortable.

Me: looking around the room. “Did someone say something?”

Chair: Oops…

Me: speaking to room, “Okay, you ghosts, I know you’re there.”

Chair: Sheesh, she blames everything on the house ghosts.

Me: jumping at the sound of crashing thunder. “That was close. Come on, Cricket, let’s go hide.”

Chair: I give up.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

AS STILL as a CORPSE – for TWITTERING TALES # 43

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AS STILL as a CORPSE – for TWITTERING TALES # 43

Twittering Tale #43 – 1 August 2017

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Twittering Tales is telling a very short story in 140 characters or less, using a photo prompt. Join in the fun by clicking the above link for details. See other entries, also.

Thanks for hosting the challenge, Kat!

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photo by favoritesunfl at Pixabay.com

AS STILL as a CORPSE

After practicing his ink art on cadavers,
Gramps was happy to have his first live client.

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~ word count = 88

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

 

LIMBER LIMBERT – for STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS SATURDAY

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LIMBER LIMBERT – for STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS SATURDAY

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 29/17

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Today’s prompt word is ‘limb’. We can use this word any way we want. To join in, just click the above link for details. See other entries there, too! Stream of consciousness writing is to write freely, about whatever comes to mind. For this challenge, we can edit typos, but otherwise it’s all just SOC style. This silly little story is exactly that. Enjoy! 🙂

P.S. – try it, it’s fun!

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LIMBER LIMBERT

Limber Limbert, the lumberjack, was the most limber of all the lumberjacks in the world. He won many medals for his craft. As a big dude, he’d lumber up to the lumber and start cutting off all the limbs he could find. Every time a tree would fall, he’d holler, “Limber!”, so the wood wouldn’t fall on anyone.

Using his limber limbs, he would contort himself around and around the trunks and limbs of the trees. When he was done with de-limb-ing the tree, it would all be made into lumber. He finally started his very own business. He called it, “Limbert’s Lumber and Limbs”. On the side, he’d carve wooden limb-legs for those who needed an extra limb or two. These carved limbs were made to order, and resembled little totem poles.

All in all, limber Limbert’s life was a success.

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**photo = trimming the limbs from my dad’s trees, many years ago. 🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS