SoCS

A Little Bit of Flash Fiction

#JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness made me do it!

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A Story to tell from beginning to end

The end of a good mystery movie always circles back to the beginning of the story. Notice in these old movies they start with a whopper of a storm, dramatic lightning, thunder, the wind howling, blowing windows while curtains dance all around, lights suddenly disappear.
Have you noticed that the mystery story always begins in an old creeky house, with one or several guests who can’t leave because of the storm?
Next: Everyone gets sleepy!
Now that I have set the stage, the mystery unfolds! The guest ushered to their room, waiting for the stormy night to pass. And so it does!
Peaceful morning, the smell of fresh coffee and sweet cakes rouse all occupants.
“Where is our guest?”
Nowhere to be found his shoes perfectly placed under the unslept bed.
Pooof gone! Like that!
Years later, the youngest occupant, still a child, returns from school and notices all the dust cluttered under the ominous bed.
“Hey mom, today the teacher told us about our body how it begins and ends as dust to dust.”
“Someone under this bed is either going or just beginning.”

Carrot Ranch

As the River Flows

A prompt that creates tears to flow as a river is described here for the interested brought to my attention by reading Colleens site today! Thank you Colleen!

January 28, 2021, prompt: In 99 syllables/words (no more, no less), write a story about life as a river of consciousness. I tried a Double Ennead as Colleen’s Contribution. To participate, here’s the link:  CARROT RANCH I also wrote the same in the requested 99 word (no more, no less) prompt.

My Double Ennead

Child is born, parents with
high hopes, their baby
a sprinkle grows — a world pulls child into it.
growing while still flowing
began a small stream

Gravity pulls it down
moving toward an
ocean of eternity. Banking down — down!
the river’s future with
twists and turns, the bends

The land around is life!
with uphill climbs or
easy low valley flows —rolling from a height
with ups downs. Life, that gift
ends — Begins Again!

My 99 word story

A child is born, parents have high hopes, small as a sprinkle, and grows as the world pulls the child into it.
Growing and flowing began a small stream. Gravity pulls it down, moving toward an ocean of eternity. Banking, down to the river’s future. The twists and turns, the bends. The land around is life! Changing from an uphill climb to a comfortable flow in a low valley. Life as a river flowing from height, beginning down through the world. Ups, downs, twists, bends. Life, a gift — a river that someday will end. Ends — or begins again?

#writephoto, Photo Challenge

The Angry Rock #writephoto

The Angry Rock

An Angry Rock was sitting there all alone, and I wondered how did it get there?  How does anything or anyone get where we are?  I thought. 

It all began one fine afternoon, exploring while on a needed respite from work. I came across a path, a little rough, enough to be thankful for the hiking boots I wore. As I hiked closer to this towering boulder, my curiosity stirred my imagination; I hoped it would not choose this time to wobble as I so desired to see what was on the other side of the bending road ahead.  

As I got under the dark statue-like figure above, it appeared to have a face, shouting, “Who goes there?” Do I dare to continue?

Would you?

DailyEcho

Word of the Day Challenge

Lollipop Heaven

I hope this amusing post meets with Fandango’s idea about words;
also, the challenging word “obscure,” inspired by The Word of the Day
.

A creative parent trying to explain death to a youngster, in my opinion, might consider using words that would be obscure in the sense of realizing the mind of the innocent, their ability to perceive what we adults can not fully understand. This short story might explain my meaning.

Titled: “Lollipop Heaven”
Within the world of whimsical a short time ago, it was very sad for a lonesome little child. Someone, she loved recently died; as she sat quietly thinking, looking up to her mother, she asked.
“What is Heaven?”
Her mother’s eyes widened as she spoke softly. “Heaven is a place where we all want to see because the colors there are very vivid and true to their names.” Oranges and yellows are brighter than the sun, blues and greens are deeper than the oceans. All the clouds floating above are cotton candy, mountains covered with whipped cream, and the flowers there never wilt; in fact, are lollipops to pick.”
“Wow!” The child bellowed! “Grandma is so lucky; no wonder she won’t come back.”

Tanka Tuesday by Colleen Chesbro

Purpose of Life

Butterfly Cinquain

The Butterfly Cinquain is: ○ 9 line poem. ○ syllabic, 2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2 syllables per line. Using synonyms for the words PAST and PRESENT.

Fashioned for Word Craft Prose and Poetry.

Sometime
Pioneering
Remembering ago
Days of happy memory
Submit
Here and now presently — knowing
Daybreak may never come.
Purpose in life
Fulfilled ¿

dVerse

dVerse made me do it!

“Jesus saith to him: I am the way, and the truth, and the life. (John 14:6)

Now for the Quadrille . . . . counting 1 -2- 3 —-44 words

Sorry folks, the word “way” made me post today!
It’s all about love, you see, love is always the way!
The way to peace is through Love; It’s in the will!
Stop! Whatever, please don’t take another pill!
Choose happiness; wish someone Happy Birthday!

dVerse

Saturday Mix

Same Difference

Same Same But Different

Your ‘Same Same But Different’ task is to take the five challenge words and NOT use them in your writing. That’s right; you need to dig out your thesaurus and find a synonym for each word instead.

Your words are:

  1. For the word “see” I used the synonym notice
  2. For “blue” I used the synonym moody
  3. “soft” synonym foolish
  4. “kind” = style
  5. “weak” = quiet

Your writing form is either poetry or prose.

I wonder how and have you noticed?

The different personalities; we all have our own style!

Some of us are moody others foolish!

I better be quiet before I give myself away!

dVerse, poetry

What the World Needs Now

dVerse a poem

The Rosary

Beads to hold between fingers.
Living, breathing, life’s weapon!
We pray first through the short links—
Represent — our life, short! Next
The endless circle — Eternity!
Suggesting infinity! Never-ending beads
Slip along the ring around a blessed
String. Perfumed as the scent of a rose
Rising to heaven! She offers us her
Baby Son! It all began with the angel’s
Words, “Hail Mary full of grace.”
God’s creation perfectly as His Mother
Must be! She gave us the rosary!