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Witchy Fun

Witch, Witchcraft, Broomstick, Broom

Pixabay image

Witchy Fun


This is a poem I wrote for October Poetry Writing Month, way back in 2014.

There are a lot of TV and movie witches that have brought us fun entertainment over the years.

Being it’s getting close to Halloween again, I thought I’d re-post it. Enjoy! 🙂



From Oz to Salem, to suburban mayhem,

The witches entertained us all.

The witch of the west, was creepy at best,

And Glinda was belle of the ball.

Samantha twitched her nose,

Whenever she chose, and

Sabrina’s cat talks to her, it is true.

Elphaba was wicked,

Endora was vivid…

They all were an interesting crew.

The Sanderson sisters were funny and camp,

The witches of Eastwick were duped…

They all used their craft, and a bit of their vamp,

But Morticia’s my all favorite champ.


Shows referenced = Bewitched, The Wizard of Oz, The Addams Family, Sabrina the Teenage Witch, Hocus Pocus, The Witches of Eastwick, and Wicked (broadway play)


Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

When Toys Sneak Up on You – Another Ghost Story?


When Toys Sneak Up on You – Another Ghost Story?


photo/pixabay (similar to the toy car in the story)

This is my true story that I wrote about on August 18, 2014.



This is another true ghost story. It happened in the house we are living in now. I wrote this piece last year, and will give a short update at the end.

This happened a few months ago, right here in my living room. I was sitting here at my computer desk. When I turned around to get up, my grandson’s small, metal car had appeared in the floor, right behind me.

Now, my grandson and his family had been here visiting, four months earlier…they live in another state. He had brought lots of toys to play with while he was here, including small cars. I’m sure one probably got left behind, when they left to go home. However, in the four months since then, I know I’d moved the furniture around, and swept the floor, etc. and had not seen one at all.

So, the fact that this little toy car suddenly appeared, was very strange. The cats, as usual, were in the back bedroom, sleeping like they always do. I know they had not dragged the car out. I did not hear any noise of a metal car rolling across the hardwood floor toward me. So, why did it choose to show itself to me now, and where had it been hiding?

I got a weird feeling about it, so did not go pick it up right away, waiting to see if it would move again…but, it didn’t. I left it there all the rest of the day, right in the middle of the floor. The cats did come out of the bedroom, later on.When they saw the toy car, they were very suspisious of it. They acted scared to go near it, and walked wide around to avoid it. That is not normal behavior for them. Usually, anything that looks like a toy, they will bat it around the house, then chase after it. Not this time.

At the end of the day, I did pick it up. I put it on the shelf by my desk. I see it every day, and it sees me. I keep waiting for it to make another sneaky move, but so far it hasn’t.

UPDATE:  My grandson and his family came to visit again this summer, and I gave the toy car back to him. I told my daughter all of what had happened with it, and she suggested that maybe it had just been a signal, that my grandson was just saying hi from his house to mine. I like to believe that’s all it was.

Have you every had toys that did things on their own? I’ve heard of some that use batteries, and they will come on at odd times. Do you think toys can be possessed? I’ve heard stories of this happening, too. Anyway, I look at toys differently, now. You never know when one will sneak up on you!

~ Hope you’re enjoying my true ghost stories. There will be more…much more!


I wish I’d have taken a picture of the car, but either I didn’t even think of it, or my camera wasn’t working at the time. Maybe it just didn’t want it’s picture taken? I’ve had things like that happen before, too, with batteries draining, or photos I take just not showing up.


Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

Little Devils

Rabbit, Wild Rabbit, Red, Bunny, Animal

image from pixabay

Little Devils


Here’s a short story I wrote way back in 2013, which pretty much no one saw.



They skittered away from me. They always do, the little devils. They are fast. I sometimes catch one, but it’s not easy.

Laughing at my attempts, they form little armies, who taunt me. I curse at them. I get angry, and stomp my feet, then find another weapon in my arsenal, hoping to one day find one that will annihilate them for good.

I’ve learned that they are tricksters. They have many hiding places, and love to skitter out at me…a surprise attack, only to disappear again. To look at them, you’d think they are innocent of any evil intent towards me. I know better, now. I’ve come to believe they have some kind of rudimentary intelligence that aids them in their mission…to drive me crazy.

The ones I’ve captured are disposed of immediately, but it hardly matters. Multiplication of their species is rapid, and they don’t mourn the loss of their comrades.

Where do they come from? How do they get in here? I don’t invite them in; I’d never do that. They are sneaky. If ever you look into the dark recesses of this place, you may catch sight of a few, caught congregating…formulating their plans. I shake my head, knowing they’ll be gone, if I run to get my chosen weapon.

They’ve been around for centuries…their kind. I’m sure of it. They are a primitive sort, yet hardy…impossible to completely wipe off the face of the Earth. I’ve dissected a few, those I’ve been lucky enough to catch. They made no sound, as I pulled and prodded them apart…even as they crumbled into nothingness. I was surprised. Their bodies seemed to disintegrate…a bit of hair, a bit of fluff…as I made sure they returned to the dirty little hell they came from. I shudder at the remembrance of it. I don’t pull them apart for curiosity’s sake, anymore.

I chased one the other day, though. It was skittering across the floor…a tiny one this time. From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of movement. I was lucky, as I had my weapon already in my hand. I smashed the bloodless bugger flat. The only witnesses were the others of it’s kind…already trapped, and on their way to their doom.

Suddenly, I sensed a slight movement, behind me. Whirling around, I dangled my latest victim in front of them. “Hah! Look at your future, you devils,” I sneered. Flinging the deceased into their midst, I scooped up the whole lot of them, before they could react. Their execution was at hand.

As today’s invaders were being disposed of, I heard their final, collective thought…”We’ll be back…”

I sighed, shaking my head, and thought…“Waging war on those little devil dust bunnies is a never ending job.”


Hope you enjoyed this bit of short fiction! Peace }I{

© 2013 BS

Just In Case – A Fire – Afire


Just In Case – A Fire – Afire


I was looking back at some older posts of mine when I hadn’t been blogging very long, just to see what I’d written. This one was from December 15, 2014.

So, just in case you need something to read today, I’m re-posting it. At the time of the first posting only one person read it, and she is/was my neighbor. Thanks K! 🙂



Just thinking about fire. You know when you are thinking of something and you say your thoughts are on fire, or when you’re writing something, and it is going really good, you feel like you are on fire with the words pouring from your mind, this is a good thing, right? I guess it is a bit of a cliche, or just a figure of speech, to say or hear the words someone says to you, when you are getting things done at a good pace, “Wow, you’re really on fire, today!”

Everyone knows we are not literally on fire; it’s basically a compliment…I think. But, have you ever really been on fire? I would hope not, and my prayers go out to anyone who has been. However, I have been on fire, sort of…my hair caught fire one time.

It is a funny story, now, but at the time it could have been worse. It was on my birthday, a few years back. My daughter had made me a super cool cake, made from Krispy Kreme doughnuts, covered in chocolate frosting. I leaned over to blow out the candles on top, never noticing my long hair had caught on fire. I heard sizzling and everyone started hollering and hitting me! Well, that’s just great…a great way to wish someone a happy birthday. Then, I heard what they were yelling, that my hair was on fire! Well, it didn’t do too much damage, and we did laugh about it, later. The cake was delicious, too!

Another time I encountered a fire, was when I was doing telemarketing. It was for selling those local coupon booklets. The company promised delivery of an order within minutes of placing one. This day, though, the drivers were all out on calls, and I volunteered to drive the booklet out and collect the money…but, it was to the next little town over. I knew I could do it, though, and I hurried over there. When I got to the house and knocked at the door, no one answered. The main door was open, just a screen there, and I could see the lady. She was asleep on the couch. The only thing was, was something was on fire in her kitchen! Smoke was coming out of there, and I kept hollering for her to wake up. Finally, she did, and ran in there to put it out. She was happy I came by when I did. I collected the money and left.

This next time, me and my husband were traveling down the highway, between towns. It was very seldom we saw a house or farm along this stretch of road. The weather was dry, as usual, in Texas, and the grass was all crispy brown like it gets at times. As we passed along, we saw a small wildfire just getting started, out in these people’s field, coming closer to their house. The lady of the place was frantically trying to smother the fire with a blanket, but needed help. We pulled over, jumped out of the car, and helped her put it out. A couple of more passersby did the same. Glad we were able to help.

Well, another time, I did catch the stove in our government housing afire. I forgot the cinnamon toast in the broiler, and it went up in flames. I called the fire department, who came with sirens and lights. The whole neighborhood came out to watch. Our stove was toast! Kaput! There was a write up in the newspaper about it, later, and was a bit embarrassing that my lack of focus concerning bread in the oven (a bad habit of mine) had caused such a commotion.

Those are the fiery thoughts I had today. Hope you have had better luck with fire!


Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

I Can’t Think of a Title For This One


photo found on Pixabay

I did this post 4 years ago, and pretty much no one saw it, so I thought I’d dust it off, and y’all can see what I was doing back then. One update to it is at the time I didn’t have a phone that you could enter notes on an app, but I have one now (and I still don’t remember to use it). I also didn’t have any tags, or categories, or a good-bye sign off, either. haha!

Have a few laughs with this one. 🙂




Yeah, up above where I’m supposed to put a title to this piece, it says ‘title optional’…okay…but I don’t like to leave it blank. I’ve spent way too much time trying to think of something catchy, so I’ll just say the truth. I can’t think of one, because this is just a bit of randomness that happens here…one little episode, that reveals what my ADHD brain goes through on a daily basis.

This one starts out with cats, and evolves into cleaning out my purse. So, see…try to think up a title for that. Anyway, here goes…

I’m going around the house, picking up all the little cat toys. They are all over the floor, in several rooms, because, well, I throw them at the cats. Not actually at them…well, sometimes I do, but for the cats to chase. Except mostly, they don’t chase them. They just watch me throwing toys in the air. Oh, they may take a half-hearted swipe at one, if it lands right by their feet. I think they enjoy watching the ‘crazy lady’ that plays with cat toys.

Okay, so I’m picking them up (the toys…not the cats) using the long wand thing with pinchers on the end – the gopher, picker-upper tool – and putting them in the cat’s toy basket, which is on a little table. My purse is sitting by the basket, and I think, hey, I should clean out my purse.

So, I start taking things out. It’s like one of those clown cars, where more and more clowns come out of the little car. Well, more and more things come out of my purse. It isn’t really a big purse…just medium sized, I’d say. How can so much junk accumulate in there? Well, because I’m disorganized, for one thing.

Disorganized, distracted, and I tend to stuff lots of things in there. I tell myself it is for those ‘just in case’ type of days, but really, there’s hardly ever an ‘in case’ moment that actually happens. Other times, I’m in too big a hurry to put something away, so in the purse it goes. Then it is forgotten, until the next time I happen to clean it out.

And now, I’m standing there pulling out random items, until I have a large pile, there on the table. At that point, I go get a plastic bag to put trash in, and most of it is just trash I’ve been hauling around. It’s no wonder my purse is so heavy. By now, I’ve gotten tired/bored with the whole thing, so I just dump all of the items into the plastic bag. I say I’ll go through it later. Now, it is two days later and it is still there where I left it.

My projects have little chance in being finished…ADHD won’t let me focus long enough. Halfway through, I’m getting antsy, have to move on to something else. Doesn’t matter…it’s already forgotten, and I’m on the move again. Anyway, since I’m writing about this purse episode, let’s get back to the formerly forgotten plastic bag.

Want to see what’s in there? Are you curious/brave enough to stick around, while I reveal what was in my purse? If not, look away now…it’s ok. Here goes…

  • microfiber cloth
  • a pair of socks
  • a pair of underwear
  • 2 – 39 gallon trash bags
  • pkg. of hand wet wipes
  • 3 extra pks. of wet wipes
  • stretchy hair band, purple w/skulls
  • 3 wrist bands from the hospital (from
  • surgery last week) I.D., Fall Risk, and
  • Allergy
  • 14 grocery receipts
  • 5 grocery lists
  • 1 Dr. appt. card
  • 7 peppermints
  • 3 pennies, 1 nickel, 2 quarters (found)
  • 3 unused gift cards,
  • billfold, keys, sunglasses, pill container
  • 3 e-cigs, reg. camera & case, & disposable camera

Pretty crazy, huh? And the worst, sad, horrifying thing about it, is what is ‘not’ in there. There is no paper or notebook to write on. The one most important item a writer should always have with them, is something to write ideas on, quickly, before the thoughts evaporate. How can this be? Oh, yeah, I’m forgetful…forgot to put one in there the last time I changed purses. That’s why I sometimes write on napkins, or receipts, and have to check them before I throw them away, just in case I wrote on them. (no, I don’t have one of those phones that you can type a list on an app…is that a real thing?)

So, now that we’ve all had a good laugh, care to tell me what you carry around…just in case? 🙂

P.S. I started writing this earlier this morning,..got halfway through… left it to go to lunch, and appt. and grocery store. Hey, at least I finished it! Yay

**This is the end of the original post…which was done May 14, 2014.


Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS