FSS, Supernatural Reality

I Confess

Another believe it or not story!

I heard the music as I entered the room, but all that was in my imagination since the room was empty and very still. I knew it was only an illusion because it happens now and then.   

Whenever my mind turns to the wonder of God, the evil one works a trick on my sense of hearing mainly, hearing. I have reached the age to reason that this distraction happens whenever I pray or meditate on His Will.  

The evil one leaves you alone when he has you where he wants you. Please don’t believe me, try it! Begin to pray sincerely, ask God to help you save your soul, and the diversion begins.  

The above story was inspired by Fantango’s Story Starter, he starts off by offering a phrase to inspire a story, today the phrase is underlined above.

What comes to your mind when you think on the phrase, join us and share your story by clicking here for details. Click

Only 6Sentence

Better Late than Never!

Okay, I’ll try this Six Sentence Story challenge; a little late prompt, was initiated from Sunday October third — FOUNTAIN

The way I understand the rules, the following Wed. this story will continue! OH WoW THAT’S TODay!

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Take the word “fountain.” The fountain has a lot of different meanings for different people; most definitions remind me of water (but not all) . When we are born, hopefully, our parents take us to the Fountain of Baptism which makes us a child of God.

Consider the “Fountain of youth with stories as we grow older, although fictional in nature, searching for YOUTH. You know finding the fountain, drinking the water, etc., depending on how much we drink, we go back to our youth; the journey backward is an adventure in itself.

In truth far better to search for that TRUE FOUNTAIN that takes you forward to your goal in life, onward we go!

Onward we go!


Carrot Ranch

Short Story to Rouse your Imagination

Across the Water

Arriving finally at the shore of a large lake, the children were excited. “We can see all the way across the water,” they said!
“Look, see that home. It looks so tall and scary.”

“There is a footpath, and we can walk all around the lake to the other side; what an adventure. We will pack a lunch and go tomorrow.”

They followed the path the next day; within a few hours, they were in front of that large home, now looking across the water to where they came.

“Look! Across the water, there is that scary house again!”

#WDYS, WDYS

I See a Story — What do you see?

Keep it Alive!

Lately, I have been spreading my wings and trying to write short stories.
So I begin with this beautiful photo ABOVE.


One day an angel from heaven overheard a mother and her tiny child speaking as they walked through the forest.
"Do you see those beautiful rays flowing down from heaven upon God's earth?  Those are graces He gives us always, but sometimes like now, when the sun is waking up and peeking through the clouds and trees, we can see those graces.  Yes, they flow down, but I feel like they can be thought of as a ladder-like daddy has to climb up.  Up, up if only we could, like the birds we would see so far overall these treetops."
The little angel was so happy to listen; the angel flew back to tell God how much they appreciated Him and His gift of grace. 
God said, "If only the entire world could be so wise.  Peace would be the reward."  
Eugi's Weekly

Me — Myself — and I

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Bouquet – Sept. 16, 2021

A BOUQUET

A Short Story to entertain! Titled: Me – Myself – and I

A party for me, myself and I, with beautiful decorations, are planned. Beautiful Bouquets will be placed here and there, along with ribbons and bows.


I love presents, and I hope I get lots and lots of gifts. Flowers too!
I am so excited! After all, it is my special day!


I need a new dress, and I hope I have a good hair day! I think I will put a bouquet of pins in my hair. I have such lovely hair, I want to show it off.


Finally, the day arrived, and everyone was coming! Everyone that I invited, that is.
I, I, and I nothing else seems important than what I want.


The sound of the doorbell ringing was music to my ears, each time, it meant a new gift for me.
The presents were all neatly stacked around the decorative bouquets, but one of them was rather strange because it was round in shape. Oh well! I wondered! Round is good. It has no end!
Upon opening the gifts and tossing them from right to left, she grabbed that box very brightly wrapped with a circular form.
What!
What kind of gift is this, a box without a bottom? Putting her hand into the package, it seemed to go down as far as she could reach; she stretched her arm but felt nothing. Raising her hand as she reached for the card; the card, she neglected to read, it said: Stop reaching DOWN to SELF, reach UP to find your BOUQUET from God.

FSS

Adam and Eve — Not quite!

A Short story you may have heard a similar version in the past!

Fantango gives us a tease of words to use, this week I placed it into my FSS below in bold letters.

My story begins –

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Excitedly Arron and Evie were anxious to explore their new property, remembering the warning words of their father. "Whatever, don't go near the well; the brick masons are coming tomorrow to fix those loose bricks surrounding Gracie our well.  Gracie blesses us with saving water, but as you can see, it is easy to fall into the well until those bricks are set."
 
Hmmm!  Evie thought!  She was daring alright and got a little too close while Arron tried to pull her away!  The worse did happen!  They both tripped and fell into the deep well.  Down, down with the speed of lightning!

It seemed like hands were reaching out to them as they moved faster but never hitting bottom; they zoomed down lower and lower.  Then suddenly, they felt on their backside something firm as if they were now riding not down but up!  Higher and higher was their awareness. 
Shooting up and right out of a rabbit hole.  The children knew it was a rabbit's hole because of all the rabbit skins hanging all around them. 
Arron said, "I heard of falling through the rabbit hole but never rising up and out from one." He laughed!

"Brrr! It's cold here wherever we are. I am freezing." Said, Evie
"Here, let's wrap up in one of these rabbit skins," said Arron, and so they did clothe themselves.  
"What happened to us?"
"We fell from Grace!" Said Arron, "I don't think you sufficiently appreciated Our Father's warning."
 
Carrot Ranch

Short Story only 99-words

The 99-word story above was inspired by a picture prompt; click here to see the image that inspired my story.  

"Hum ho hum another day!"  Waking one Sunday, Rosabella Smith was getting up to attend Church.  She looked into the mirror and thought, Rosabella Smith, you are getting old, but you do look good today. 
 
Inspecting her collection of clothes, she dressed thinking, that was easy, no pain today, Rosabella?  Those new vitamin supplements I took must be working.

As Rosabella sat down, a priest began the announcements ... with sorrow  "I am sad to inform that one of our long-timers, Miss Rosabella Smith died peacefully last night during her sleep. Cemetery arrangements are to be announced later today. 
Carrot Ranch

Ode to the Sandman

Carrot Ranch always has an interesting prompt and I almost missed this one. Details In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story using the phrase, “stars in the sand.” Your story can be any genre (or poem) and can use realism or fantasy. It’s a dreamy prompt. Go where the it leads!

99 Word STORY begins on

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One day in the home of a happy family, the tiny little boy asked his mommy!  "Where was I before I was born?"

"Oh dear, you were the twinkle in daddy's eye."

"Like stars?"

"Yes!  Like stars."

"Wow!" He kept saying as he excitedly ran to tell all his friends.
After a few days had gone by, he woke up rubbing his eyes on one fine sunny morning and noticed some sleepy particles on his fingers.

"Mommy, mommy, look and see the sandman came last night to visit me.
"I do hope he put some stars in the sand."


FSS, Politics, Word of the Day Challenge

Global Research has no clue

Fantango FSS short story sentence is: He could feel the beads of perspiration forming on his forehead as he slowly…

My short story, when I read my email today, this suggested line from Fantango seemed to fit right into my personal feelings, I too wonder WHY?

Story begins on just another day in the world we live in today! To set the frame of mind I wonder why is it of all people, the liberals were always the ones who seemed self-willed, Liberal can be traced back to the Latin word liber (meaning “free”) (no one was going to tell them what to do, nor does anyone have the right to tell others how to live.)

This particular freethinker one afternoon while reading his favorites source of research, He could feel the beads of perspiration forming on his forehead as he slowly… continued to read the fearful headlines, “The Vaccinated Are Getting Sick at High Rates as Scientists Are Clueless As to Why”. For the first time in his life, he began to pray! He began to feel better after her prayed, surely God will show mercy on his loved ones, of which he was mostly concerned with.

He was correct with his thinking, God will hear and answer his prayers. Perhaps this research is merely a coincidence, he hoped as he put the Global Research aside. It was just his Kakorrhaphiophobia getting the best of him, he thought!

documentation here —> https://www.globalresearch.ca/us-mainstream-media-outlet-admits-vaccinated-getting-sick-high-rates-scientists-clueless-why/5753770

Eugi's Weekly, Word Prompts

A very scary short story — right here!

Oh my! I have been reading here on WordPress who have confessed their blogs have evolved; let me add mine to the list.
First, being introduced to prompts/challenges, and then poetry; now, I am having great fun writing short stories.


Below my post is combined with two prompts the word LEAN from Fantango and Eugi’s Weekly, the word MIDNIGHT.

My story begins … ******************

Drenching rain pouring, without warning, looking out the window, the rocks set there in the landscape looked like a waterfall.





The darkness seemed as MIDNIGHT, too dark for noonday.

Shadows caught my imagination

Adding to the eerieness, the electricity ceased, while shadows caught my imagination off guard; being home alone at this time was quite unnerving!


Howling like a wounded Coyote, I heard the wind plunge against the house; the trees LEANed against the fence.

I jumped! I knew to keep calm is easier said than done.

YET!

Like a shot, the rain stopped. A few moments later, the front door opened, a voice said, “anything new.”

Sighing!

I replied, “just another boring day, mom.”