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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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© 2017 BS

CASHING IN – #SOCS – 8/13/16 – CASH

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Today is another Stream of Consciousness Saturday,  with the prompt word being Cash.

We also have a brand new logo for our posts. The votes came in, and the winner was the one submitted by John Holton!

Here’s how to join in the Saturday fun, and also see other’s entries!

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS August 13/16

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Today, I’ve done something a bit different. I missed a few of the prompt Saturdays and wanted to see if I could back-track a bit and use the words in a short story. I did look up what they were for the last 25 week ends. That was all the pre-work on it I did. The rest of the story, as they say, came as an honest stream of consciousness flow. 🙂

Here are the prompts, in the order they appeared, working back from today’s:

cash, ex, art, second, if/then, concentration, long, drink, class, mb (a word with those letters), book, press, brake/break, a 2 letter word, apparent, zoo, ta, no (number?), ha, be, real, egg, ball, this and that, food.

Hope you enjoy the story! 🙂

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CASHING IN

I’m ready to cash in all my chips. Isn’t that how the saying goes, when you’re ready to give up on whatever you’re trying to do?

I’ll go ahead and say it. “I’m an ‘ex’ artist.” Yeah, sad isn’t it?

I entered an art contest, and only came in second place. I know what you’re thinking, that it’s too soon to call it quits, and to just keep trying. Well, sure, I could draw some more, paint some more, sketch some more, but if I did, and then came in second place again, or worse, it would be embarrassing. I can’t take that chance. I now need to concentrate on another hobby/career path. I need to think long and hard on what I should do.

Know what? I need a drink. I surely do. That might settle my nerves.

We have a class reunion coming up soon. It’ll be ten years out of school, and what have I got to show for myself? A second place ribbon is all I’ve got. That’s all, and I feel so dumb. They’ll have the old school yearbooks for everyone to look back on. Yep, those were the ‘good ‘ol days’. They won’t be impressed by my accomplishments – I have none.

Oh, it’s apparent I’m a failure. No thanks…don’t want to go to that reunion zoo. Ta-ta to all that, I say. No. 10 get together will just have to go on without me. Ha-ha, am I being too real? Should I be a good egg, suck it up and go? No, I think not.

I’ll go to a ball game that night, instead. I’ll have more fun talking about this and that with other ball game enthusiasts. I can also get some good food at the stadium snack bar, too. Maybe, I’ll even have a beer or two. I’ll enjoy myself.

Then, when I get home, I can draw a picture of my fun day out. …wait…what did I say? Draw? heh-heh…I think I will! 🙂

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© 2016 BS

COLOR YOUR WORLD – # 7 – BANANA MANIA – “LOVELY LEANN”

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Today’s Color Your World color is called Banana Mania!

Here’s a little short fiction story I wrote awhile back, that is well…bananas! 🙂 Enjoy!

LOVELY LEANN

LOVELY LEANN

She was a cool girl, tall and shapely, with curves in all the right places. She wore yellow. It was her signature color. Occasionally she’d accessorize with green and brown, depending on her mood of the day.

Her place of residence was the trendy “Countertop Apartments” … on the top floor of high end suites, where a varied group of like minded souls called home.

She wasn’t the first of her family that had lived here. She came from a long line of beauties, going back for generations. On the outside, she seemed a bit tough, but she had to be. Her innate vulnerability caused her to bruise easily. To get to know her, you’d have to peel back the layers to reach her soft, inner loveliness. However, she was not above laughing at her own shortcomings.

As a well known stunt actress, she took her lumps, and didn’t mind that her work further stereotyped her. The clichés were obvious, and yet endeared her to her adoring fans. At one point in her career, she somehow slipped into a series of movies, featuring chimpanzees and orangutans. At first she was intimidated by them, but they were friendly enough, even as they stole the spotlight. Later, she enjoyed the success it brought about, and besides, it was fun and paid the bills.

This exposure eventually led to lucrative roles as a performance artist…a crazy model, letting people cover her with chocolate sauce, coconut flakes, and once even being frozen for a magician’s show. The best, though, was being named performer of the year, and given her own brand of dessert*, a song* written just for her, and a slot in a slang dictionary, as a new word*.

Her down time was mainly spent at home, where she could indulge freely in rest and relaxation. She liked to hang out with her friends, which included a motley mix of fresh, fruitful young gals and guys, to even the crusty old timers, with plenty of ‘bread’ to spend. At the condo she called home, there was never a lack of activities and fun to be pursued, and coffee was available round the clock, to everyone’s delight.

All in all, Leann was living her dream, as she was destined to do. She was top Banana!

*dessert = Banana Split

*song = “Banana Boat Song”

*word = Bananas! as in going bananas…

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Note: All the above was sparked by a little label I saw on a banana, as I was getting my morning cereal. It was a sticker that said “Learn…”, but I only glanced at it and thought it said Leann. For a minute I thought…what? They’re naming bananas now, like they put names on the coke cans? Anyway, it made me laugh so much, that the cats came to see what was up with the crazy lady that interrupted their nap, with all the noise…laughing and snorting at a misread label on a banana.

And yes, I ate it and enjoyed every lovely bite…sorry Leann! 🙂IMG_0976

© 2015/2016 BS

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NABLOPOMO – DAY # 15 – ANOTHER SILLY STORY

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Day # 15 of NaBloPoMo and I suppose I’m feeling silly, so I figured a silly post would work for today. I looked up a bunch of movie titles, and made up a story using them. Here’s how it turned out …

MONKEY

Harvey was taking a sightseeing tour one Night at the Museum in Philadelphia. As he viewed a life-sized diorama of a cemetery, with a large Tombstone, he heard an eerie voice. It was a Ghost, relating some disturbing news. It seemed The Man With One Red Shoe had captured a monkey, and was trying to start an Outbreak with him.

“What is the matter with The Jerk?” Harvey said, aloud. He suddenly had a vision of some Gorillas in the Mist, down in Brazil, who were enraged at what the man was doing. They were so close to Bringing Down the House on the man, but needed back-up help to stop him.

Harvey knew he had to do something, to save that little monkey, and the world. He Summoned, by text message, Donnie Darko, the Bounty Hunter, and his Army of Darkness, and begged them to go down to Brazil in order to stop the man.

Donnie Darko, and his Army of Darkness agreed to help, and he was Gone in 60 Seconds, to go on this mission of Saving Private Ryan (the monkey’s name) from this tragedy. Along the way, his army of Young Guns marched with him, down Revolutionary Road. He told them the Ugly Truth of what was going on, and they would have to stop the man by using Necessary Roughness as their weapon.

It was a long journey…it took them 9 1/2 Weeks to reach the area. They kept marching From Dusk til Dawn without stopping. When the army got there, it took only 8 Seconds to The Hour to stop the man. They’d gone all Raging Bull, kicking him all the way Back to the Future where he was never seen again. The monkey, and the world was saved.

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© 2015 BS

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LITTLE DEVILS

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LITTLE DEVILS

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 dust bunnies is a never ending job.”

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

© Copyright- Barbara Spencer (ghostmmnc) 2013

LOVELY LEANN

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LOVELY LEANN

She was a cool girl, tall and shapely, with curves in all the right places. She wore yellow. It was her signature color. Occasionally she’d accessorize with green and brown, depending on her mood of the day.

Her place of residence was the trendy “Countertop Apartments” … on the top floor of high end suites, where a varied group of like minded souls called home.

She wasn’t the first of her family that had lived here. She came from a long line of beauties, going back for generations. On the outside, she seemed a bit tough, but she had to be. Her innate vulnerability caused her to bruise easily. To get to know her, you’d have to peel back the layers to reach her soft, inner loveliness. However, she was not above laughing at her own shortcomings.

As a well known stunt actress, she took her lumps, and didn’t mind that her work further stereotyped her. The clichés were obvious, and yet endeared her to her adoring fans. At one point in her career, she somehow slipped into a series of movies, featuring chimpanzees and orangutans. At first she was intimidated by them, but they were friendly enough, even as they stole the spotlight. Later, she enjoyed the success it brought about, and besides, it was fun and paid the bills.

This exposure eventually led to lucrative roles as a performance artist…a crazy model, letting people cover her with chocolate sauce, coconut flakes, and once even being frozen for a magician’s show. The best, though, was being named performer of the year, and given her own brand of dessert*, a song* written just for her, and a slot in a slang dictionary, as a new word*.

Her down time was mainly spent at home, where she could indulge freely in rest and relaxation. She liked to hang out with her friends, which included a motley mix of fresh, fruitful young gals and guys, to even the crusty old timers, with plenty of ‘bread’ to spend. At the condo she called home, there was never a lack of activities and fun to be pursued, and coffee was available round the clock, to everyone’s delight.

All in all, Leann was living her dream, as she was destined to do. She was top Banana!

*dessert = Banana Split

*song = “Banana Boat Song”

*word = Bananas! as in going bananas…

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Note: All the above was sparked by a little label I saw on a banana, as I was getting my morning cereal. It was a sticker that said “Learn…”, but I only glanced at it and thought it said Leann. For a minute I thought…what? They’re naming bananas now, like they put names on the coke cans? Anyway, it made me laugh so much, that the cats came to see what was up with the crazy lady that interrupted their nap, with all the noise…laughing and snorting at a misread label on a banana.

And yes, I ate it and enjoyed every lovely bite…sorry Leann! 🙂IMG_0976

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }I{

©BS (ghostmmnc) 2015

SPIROS GYROS

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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. Spiros 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 “Spiros 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. Spiros 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. Spiros 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. Spiros would lend a hand in the kitchen, taking jabs and zags at the meat. Mrs. Spiros 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. Spiros envisioned long ago, found fame, too. It became the ‘go to’ place for many years.

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EXPOSER – TV NEWS

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Here’s a little story I made up, using words from an online scrabble game called “Words With Friends”. These are fun to do…I just try to use all the words that have been played…try to make them fit into a quick little story. The words in bold are the words from the game. Enjoy!

EXPOSER – TV NEWS

Cue intro music and cool graphics…

“Good evening fans. Here it is Friday night, and we are swamped with updates here in our studio.

As always, we don’t try to demean anyone here…we’re just reporting the news as it happens. We oft get complaints from people who flip their wigs over our reg. news content. I say, if you can’t take a jab at someone as a joke, then Bro, you’re bent outta shape. This is raw and in your face. I don’t give a fig what anyone thinks.

So, without further ado, Lee will start us off with our first story.”

“Hi, Lee, what is our top story of the night?

“Ed, it would be the drag event, held at the ER disco ballroom, last evening. It was supposed to be a stag party for the groom to be, a foreigner by the name of Chine Zoa. The ETA of this shindig was to be 7 p.m. Everyone was to come dressed in drag. A Drag/Stag party. Well, the ballroom was set up nice, but the management nixed the addition of slot machines.

Then, Mike, the best man, threw dye into the decorative fountain, that turned the water as green as clover. The manager hies to the scene, and as he’s yelling at everyone, Ti and Qi, the twin viola players, hired for musical tunes, jump into the fountain. This caused a riot, as they can’t swim and needed to have the life bouys thrown in to save them.

There was chaos and looting, and it was not contained until midnight.”

“That was the highlight of our news cast. Thank you, Lee. We bid you adieu. Tune in tomorrow for more of…

Cue dramatic exit music and cool graphics…

The Exposer!!”

THE ARCHER

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Just a little story I made up….enjoy!

THE ARCHER

“Hear ye, hear ye! May I have your attention, please!” the mayor shouted through the bullhorn. As the crowd of townspeople faced him, he cleared his throat, before speaking.

“Thank you all for coming. We are blessed to be here in this historical city park, today. As many of you have heard, we are here to dedicate our first public art piece. It is a beautiful symbol of our forefathers, built to commemorate…” he continued, as people nudged one another. The mayor was known for being long-winded.

“Get on with it, Mayor,” yelled one man.

“Yeah, unveil the art, already,” yelled another.

Others took up the chant, now…”Unveil the art…unveil the art.”

As the voices of his constituent’s grew louder, the mayor’s speech was cut short.

“Very well,” he nodded to two councilmen, standing by a large, tarp covered, mystery piece of art.

People had been speculating for weeks, even taking bets on what it would be. The time to see it had arrived. As the drape was pulled off, there was a collective gasp from the crowd.

“Oh, my God, it’s so big.” … “That’s not politically correct, Mayor.” …”We can’t have this here, representing our town.” … “It’s an embarrassment.”

Everyone had an opinion, but none of them counted toward rectifying the awkward situation.

“People, people, settle down,” the Mayor urged, again yelling through the bullhorn.  “The artwork will remain in place. There is no more discussion. Please disperse…the meeting is over.”

Some of the people grumbled as they left the park. Others came close, to touch the giant, metal sculpture. Pictures were taken, but as the evening turned into night, the park was soon empty. The only illumination now came from the footlights surrounding the very large bow and arrow.

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Around midnight, people were startled from their sleep by a loud sound. As no one watched, the giant, metal arrow was pulled back. It swished through the night air with an earsplitting twang. Rushing from their homes, everyone screamed, as they saw it zoom overhead, over their houses, and trees. Static electricity flickered off the sharp point. It found it’s mark, with a firery explosion. The Mayor’s mansion was struck, and the structure was fully engulfed.

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A week later, the Mayor’s funeral was held. Several speakers delivered glowing speeches, and heartfelt eulogies for their fallen leader. The Mayor Pro-tem spoke of the art piece in the park, and the arrow that had so strangely shot through the air that night. Most everyone in the town wanted it torn down. However, it was not to be. The Mayor Pro-tem explained.

“The arrow had a note attached to it…it did not burn. The note said.. ‘You disrespected my ancestors by erecting cheap art on our land. You will not disprespect them further by tearing it down. If you disregard this message, the arrow will claim more lives, one by one until you all are eliminated or exiled, as my forefathers’s were.’…”

It was signed…The Archer