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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

Hibachi – Three Line Tales # 83

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Hibachi – Three Line Tales # 83

Three Line Tales, Week 83

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photo by Dev Benjamin via Unsplash

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“Hibachi”

Dear Customers, Hibachi Grill will not be serving food tonight.

Please join us, as we honor those less fortunate, by folding Origami Cranes.

Wishes and dreams will be released at midnight, along with your generous donations.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

 

Coming of Age in Marble Land

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Coming of Age in Marble Land

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For:

Twittering Tales #47 – 29 August 2017

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Tell a story in 140 characters or less.

To join in this challenge, and to see other entries, just click the above link. It’s fun!

Here’s the photo prompt for this time.

Photo by David Estebanez at Pixabay.com

“Coming of Age in Marble Land”

“Don’t be scared, little ones,” said Mama Marble
“The skillet is very hot, but you’ll love the icy bath afterwards,
and you’ll be beautiful.”

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Character count = 139

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This photo of marbles, bring back the memory of the cats eye marbles I used to have. I never really played the game of marbles, but I did like to crystalize/fracture them. Here’s what we’d do. Take a handful of marbles, cook them in a very hot skillet for a little while, then dunk them into a container of ice water. The marbles will crack on the inside, leaving pretty patterns. Did anyone else ever do this? Every kid I knew back in the kid days did this.

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© 2017 BS

 

NONE LEFT BEHIND – for TWITTERING TALES #40

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NONE LEFT BEHIND – for TWITTERING TALES #40

Twittering Tale #40 – 11 July 2017

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In this challenge, we are to write a short story in 140 characters or less, using the photo prompt. To join in, and also to see other entries, just click the above link. 🙂

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None Left Behind

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No one was left to change the record
When the Rapture occurred
No one was left behind
Amen

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character count = 121

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

FLOWER POWER?

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FLOWER POWER?

 

Scene: Busy Classroom

Characters: Tommy, the student, and a solar powered flower

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The teacher gave the students an assignment. They are quietly working at their desks. Tommy is looking around the room, thinking of something to write his essay about, and tapping his pencil on the desk.

Tap – Tap – Tap

FLOWER: Pssst, Tommy!

TOMMY: (looking toward the window sill) …Huh?

FLOWER: Don’t look so startled. It’s just me, the Flower. (nodding his flowery head) Yeah, I can talk.

TOMMY: (looks around the room to see if anyone is watching him) …But…how can you talk? You’re just a toy flower.

FLOWER: I’m a magic flower. Don’t worry about it.

TOMMY: What do you want?

FLOWER: I want you to write about me. You can make up some stuff, but make sure you mention I can only talk to you.

TOMMY: (smiling) Okay, but they won’t believe me. (starts writing on his paper)

FLOWER: (humming a little tune…waiting)

TOMMY: I’m finished writing. Can you read, too?

FLOWER: Nope, you will have to read it to me.

TOMMY: (reading) … Once upon a time there was a fake flower that could talk.

FLOWER: Fake? Fake? I’m as real as you are. Scratch that out.

TOMMY: Fine…(scratches through the word fake, then writes more words)

FLOWER: Well…are you done with my story?

TOMMY:  (writes ‘the end’ on his paper) …Okay, listen to this, Mr. Flower. “Once upon a time there was a toy flower that could talk to me, but only in this classroom. He was a pretty flower, but sorta weird. I think we’ll be friends forever.”

FLOWER: (smiling) I like it, Tommy! I think we’ll be friends forever, too.

TEACHER: (Looking over at Tommy) … “Tommy, stop your daydreaming, and get busy writing your paper. It has to be finished by the time the bell rings.”

TOMMY: (sighing) … “Yes ma’am.” (starts writing about a talking flower)

THE END

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

RADIAN – A CROSSWORD STORY

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RADIAN – A CROSSWORD STORY

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I like making up stories using the words from a crossword game, “Words With Friends”. These words were used in random order, and are underlined in the story, and listed at the end. 🙂

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RADIAN

Jo and Chamsthey have been friends since childhood. It was always their dream to become famous rock stars. They were always practicing their music. Both played guitar and sang songs in the school’s talent shows over the years. When they met Al and Caid, it was a true band that emerged at last.

Calling themselves Radian, they got gigs all over town. Everyone waved at them with their lighters or phone lights at their concerts. For small town boys, they managed to make a name for themselves.

Mostly, they played hard rock tunes…at least at a club called “Mires“. That venue catered to the high school kids…no booze allowed, and no one over eighteen allowed in, either. Later on, their reputation for putting on a good stage show spread to outlying towns. They got themselves a manager by the name of Tiden…well, that was his moniker, anyway. He never told anyone his real name. However, Al got a look at his driver’s liscense once; he saw Tiden’s real name was Gary.

The guys in the band had a good laugh about it, but let ‘Gary’ think he’d pulled the wool over everyone’s eyes. They laughed behind his back, called him a ho and a sap, but he got them good venues to play, so eventually, they put a halt to the jokes.

As they all went on to attend the state college together, they continued to play their rock and roll, blowing out a few fuse boxes here and there.

All was going along great for awhile, and they were of a legal drinking age by now. This did cause problems…mostly squabbling between the band members. They all wanted top billing, and that put them at odds.

One night, after drinking too much gin, Caid and Jo had a fight. Backstage, before a show, they came to blows. It seems Tiden had received a telefax from a record company, wanting to sign Radian to a record deal. Tiden decided to hide it, and not tell anyone.

This night, however, at a club called “Kane“, Jo was going over their playlist from A to Zee, when he saw the communication stuck in Tiden’s briefcase. He almost got caught looking at it, when Tiden walked in unexpectedly, but Tiden only shooed Jo out of the office.

Jo promptly showed the others. That started the beef between them. The contract mentioned who would be primarily featured in their concerts and publicity pictures. Jo and Chams would be at the forefront, while Caid and Al would be only in the background.

A brawl ensued, which sent them all to the ER. The nurse put a ton of emu oil on their cuts and bruises, and only a lowly bandage for Chams’ lacerations on both sides of his jaws.

They eventually worked out their differences, by setting a trap for Tiden. They held his veg salad hostage, until he told them the truth about the record company. Tiden admitted he did wrong…he wasn’t anti success, but he was afraid he’d lose his meal ticket, as manager of the band, when they moved into the big time of the national spotlight. As he confessed, the guys, in unison, yelled and pointed at Tiden, telling him he was fired.

As Tiden left the building, Jo, Chams, Al, and Caid high fived, then called the record company, ultimately being signed to a four record deal, tours, and rotating top billing. This was acceptable.

They went on to become one of the most popular and beloved groups, from that day to the present time. Radian made history, and brought them all fame and fortune. Just like they’d envisioned all those years ago.

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Words used from crossword game are underlined.

jo                           chams                           they                     been

rock                       al                                   caid                     emerged

radian                   waved                           boy                      hard

mires                    ti                                     wool                   ho

sap                        halt                                roll                      fuse

gin                         tele                                fax                       hide

kane                      zee                                 shoo                    beef

in                           er                                   puts                     ton

emu                       jaws                               anti                     trap

veg                        den

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Hope you enjoyed my silly crossword story!

Peace, Love, & Laughter!

Thanks for visiting! }i{

© 2017 BS

 

CHRISTMAS WRITING PROMPT – DAY 5 – MRS. SANTA CLAUS

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CHRISTMAS WRITING PROMPT – DAY 5 – MRS. SANTA CLAUS

Today’s Christmas writing prompt is…

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https://ourrandomview.wordpress.com/2016/12/07/christmas-writing-prompt-5-what-does-mrs-claus-do-when-santa-is-away/

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Mrs. Claus ornament I’ve had for years

What does Mrs. Claus do when Santa is traveling round the world delivering presents?

Well, I don’t know Mrs. Claus personally, and I don’t believe she has a blog, so she’s not blabbing to anyone I know about what she’s going to do while the mister is out of town. I would expect that she would be exhausted, and want to take a well-deserved break.

It’s been hectic around the house for ages. She thinks Mr. Claus is a work-a-holic. He starts planning his next Christmas activities as soon as he gets back from delivering the children’s toys of this year. Now, while he is gone for the night, she wants to just relax. She did peek into the workshop, and almost fainted at the mess that was left in there. Shaking her head, she closed the door…let him clean it up. The elves will help. Right now they are having their own office Christmas party, in the basement, while the boss is away.

So now, Mrs. Claus sighs, and goes into the kitchen, to make a large cup of hot cocoa. She puts whipped cream on top, and a peppermint stick to stir the delicious drink. While it cools, just a bit, she put on her new Christmas jammies, grabs a soft blanket, and snuggles up on the couch with her cuddly kitten. Looking out the picture window, she sees it is snowing again. But, she is warm here inside the house, and her heart is warm, also, because she knows her Mr. will make all the little children’s wishes come true tonight. 🙂

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© 2016 BS

 

IN ANTIQUITY

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photo of my Egyptian cat necklace (from the Luxor in Las Vegas NV)

IN ANTIQUITY

There it was. The men held their breaths, as they ran their eyes over the sarcophagus. Mr. Carter leaned forward, a bit hesitant now, to enter the chamber where no man had been in centuries. Behind him, his companions were esurient for a closer look, as they jostled each other.

It was futile to delay any longer; he stepped inside. Taking his brambly whisk broom, he brushed it carefully along the side of the tomb, noting the Egyptian hieroglyphic inscriptions carved into the stone. There were many depictions of Bastet, the exalted cat goddess.

Next, Mr. Carter used his microlith to loosen the seals along the edge. Then, sliding the lid over, an ancient sillage of balsam and lotus lightly permeated the still air. The three men then lifted the lid off, completely. They were stunned.

Jewels glittered in the feral eyes of a cat’s mummy, as it stared into the nothingness of it’s afterlife.

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This was for this week’s Wordle, in which we take a list of given words, using at least ten of them to create a story. The words this time were: microlith (a tiny stone tool), forward, futile, nothingness, glitter, eyes, breath, feral, esurient (hungry/greedy), sillage (perfume’s fragrance lingering in air), bramble, exalt.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/09/19/wordle-121-september-19th-2016/

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© 2016 BS