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Wishing one and all a happy and blessed Thanksgiving

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Not So Excellent – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

He sat at his desk, studying a map on which some tiny figurines had been strategically set. With a chuckle, he moved one figurine off the map and moved another figurine so that it replaced it. Then he leaned back in his seat and grinned as he put his hands together in front of his face and tapped his forefingers together. “Excellent,” he muttered. He closed his eyes to savor the moment.

A knock on his door interrupted him. “Come,” he called, sitting up straight.

The door opened and a uniformed young man entered. “Sir,” he said with a brisk salute. “We’ve just been notified that he’s been captured and placed in a holding cell, as you requested.”

“Excellent, excellent. You may go now. I’ll let you know when I am ready to go see him.”

“Very good, sir.” The young man bowed and left.

Leaning back in his chair, he grinned. “Excellent, indeed. With his capture, my plan for world domination is one step closer to fruition.”

He sat up and punched a button on his desk. On the computer monitor to his right, a live video feed popped up, showing the prison area. He punched another button and the video zoomed in on a cell where a man in a torn suit paced back and forth. An armed guard stood next to the cell.

He cackled, then got up from his chair and did a little dance. Then he walked over to the mini bar and fixed a drink. He took a sip and returned to his desk. He raised his glass to the video of the prisoner in a salute, laughed, and took another sip. Then he turned his attention back to the map on the desk.

After studying the map for a few minutes, he leaned back in his chair and took another sip of his drink. He grinned and turned his attention back to the video feed of the prisoner. The glass slipped from his hand as he screamed, “No! Impossible!”

In the video, the guard lay unconscious in the cell. There was no sign of the prisoner.

He slammed a button on his desk. A moment later, the young uniformed man entered, and before the young man could say anything, he yelled, “Don’t just stand there! The prisoner has escaped! Find him! Now!”

Startled, the young man bowed and hurried from the room.

With a furious growl, he swept the map and figurines from the desk. “Dammit!” he cried. “Evans! You haven’t won yet!”

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This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “cel”:


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Bored Game – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

“I’m bored,” complained Nick with a sigh as he slumped in his chair.

“How about we play a game, then?” suggested Jan as she came into the room with some snacks from the kitchen.

“What sort of game?” Nick replied sullenly.

“Well, we can make room on the coffee table and play a board game.”

Nick shrugged. “I guess we can do that.”

They cleared the coffee table and Jan set up a board game. However, it wasn’t long before Nick was complaining again.

As he noticed he was trailing far behind Jan in the game, he huffed and slumped back in his chair. “This is boring! You call this a board game? Ha! It’s more like a bored game!”

Jan frowned. “Fine! Stay bored then!” And with a huff she stalked from the room.

Nick stared after her for a moment, then turned and looked out the window. “I’m bored,” he muttered to himself.


This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “board/bored”:


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The Key – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

She sat in the chair and stared at the fire crackling in the fireplace. A letter lay in her lap. Slowly, a tear trickled down her cheek.

Memories of her argument with Mitch replayed in her mind as she watched the flames dance. The scene of her best friend – her only friend – storming out the door repeated itself, and she felt tears hit her hand.

She picked up the letter she’d found slipped under her front door not long after Mitch had left, and read it again.

“I hate seeing you so alone. I hate seeing how unhappy you are, though you try to hide it. I know you’re afraid of being hurt, but you need to stop shutting people out. You need to unlock your heart and let people in, Anya. I can help you, if you will let me. Let me be the key that unlocks your heart.”

The letter wasn’t signed, but she recognized the handwriting.

She grasped the letter and inwardly berated herself for being such a fool. She’d had no idea how Mitch had truly felt about her. And she knew he was right about everything – about hiding being unhappy and about shutting people out. She’d been pushing people away for so long, afraid to let anyone get close to her, but she couldn’t continue to do that now.

Mitch had already unlocked her heart.

Anya jumped from her chair and ran out of the house, letter in hand, to find Mitch.


This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “key”:


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Zero, Zip, Zilch – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

As I’m sitting here, sipping on my Coke Zero Sugar, I’m trying to think of something creative, some sort of short little story to write for this prompt like I usually do. But I’m having trouble thinking of anything. No good ideas are coming to me.

Zip. Zilch. Nada.

Maybe just a brief flash of a possible scene. But not enough to build something on.

I think my tank of creative juices must be sitting close to zero right now. Looks like I’m going to have to try to do something to refill it.

Maybe I’ll try to take care of something around the house to see if I can get the creative juices flowing that way.

Or maybe if I try writing on my work in progress, I’ll have better luck coming up with something.

Or maybe I’ll just read a book instead to try to get the juices going.

I don’t know. But I’ll think of something.

Having zero creative ideas sure does stink sometimes when you’re a writer.


This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “zip, zero, zilch”:


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Is Your Cat Plotting To Kill You? – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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“How do you tell if your cat is plotting to kill you?” Sherri asked Mitch as she set her cup down on the coffee table.

Mitch gave her a quizzical look from the recliner across the table from her seat on the couch. “What do you mean?” he asked before taking a sip of coffee.

Behind the couch, a black and white cat crouched unseen and listened silently.

“Well, it’s just, you know. Things. Things Tux has been doing lately.”

Mitch set the coffee cup on the table. He thought she was probably overreacting, being a new cat owner and all, but he felt he should humor her, so he asked, “Like what?”

“Well, he always seems to be underfoot. I have to constantly watch where I’m walking for fear of tripping over him. Even on the stairs. I can be walking down the stairs when suddenly, as if from out of nowhere, he’ll be crouched on step, almost like he was trying to trip me.”

Behind the couch, the cat’s ears perked up and he turned his head slightly towards the spot where Sherri’s voice was coming from.

“Cats being underfoot is pretty normal, Sherri. Is that all he’s doing?”

Sherri shook her head. “I’ll wake up at night, suddenly unable to breathe, and find Tux has draped himself over my face.”

Behind the couch, Tux’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t like what he was hearing from Sherri.

“I’ve heard of some cats doing that, Sherri. They’ll lay there or near your head, or even on your chest. They like to feel your pulse. It’s comforting to them. It’s nothing to get too concerned over. Is there anything else?”

“Well, actually, …”

Tux didn’t wait to hear whatever else Sherri related. He padded quietly out of the room and into the spare bedroom. Crawling under the bed, he dragged out a book he had carefully hidden. “How can she be on to me already?” he muttered as he licked a paw and started turning pages. “I can’t believe it! I wonder what the book recommends I should do now…”

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(And I recommend the How To Tell If Your Cat Is Plotting To Kill You book, by The Oatmeal. It’s hilarious :D)


This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “how”:

https://lindaghill.com/2022/04/08/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-april-9-2022/


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Good Fortune – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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Frank pushed aside his empty plate of Chinese food and opened his fortune cookie. He didn’t know why he bothered with it. He didn’t really like the cookies, and he thought the fortunes in them were just silly. He only read them for the chuckles they gave him. Like horoscopes, he didn’t believe them.

“Good fortune will shine on you,” he read on the little slip of paper that was tucked inside the cookie.

Short and simple, he thought. And at least is sounds more like an actual fortune this time and not some knock-off of a Chinese proverb or something.

Still, he scoffed at the cookie’s fortune. “Good fortune will shine on me,” he muttered. “Yeah, right. Not with my luck.”

Frank left the restaurant and headed home. As he walked along the sidewalk in front of an apartment building, he spotted a $5 bill on the ground. He stopped and bent down to pick it up. A moment later, a brick fell from one of the apartment’s balconies , hitting the ground right where he would have been if he hadn’t stopped.

Frank jumped back and stared at the brick. His mind raced as he tried to calm his heartbeat. It had to be a coincidence, he thought. There’s no way that fortune cookie could be right.

When he finally calmed down, Frank continued his walk. A couple of moments later, his cell phone chimed. He looked at it and found a text message letting him know he’d been offered the job he’d interviewed for and had really been wanting.

Frank stared at it, disbelieving. “No way,” he muttered. “That cookie’s fortune couldn’t be real…”

Flustered, Frank walked on down the sidewalk to his apartment building. When he stepped out of the elevator and headed for his apartment door, he spotted a pretty girl unlocking the door of the apartment next to his. He didn’t recognize her. Then he noticed a couple of moving boxes next to her and realized she was moving in.

He stepped up and introduced himself, and offered to help her carry the boxes in. She gave him a warm smiled as she accepted his help, telling him how grateful she was for his offer because she was new in town and had no one to help her.

As he help her and they chatted, Frank noticed they had a lot in common, and he felt they were really hitting it off. When she smiled at him as he set a box down, he began to think maybe there had been something to that fortune cookie after all.


This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “fortune”:

https://lindaghill.com/2022/02/11/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-feb-12-2022/


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Let Go – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

Let go.

Let go of Fear.

Let go of Doubt.

Let go of Anxiety.

Let go of Anger.

Let go of Pain.

Let go of the feelings

That keep you

Holding onto the Darkness,

And instead Trust.

Trust that I will be there

To catch you

And help you

Hold onto the Light.

This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “let go”:


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Positive – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence

They crouched behind the stack of crates and peered around the side at the guarded bunker. Nick frowned. There were more guards than expected.

“I don’t know, Dan. Are you positive this will work?”

“Of course I am. Have I ever been wrong before?”

Nick gave him a sidelong look.

“Ok, ok.,” Dan conceded. “Aside from those times. But this will work, Nick. I’m sure of it. Think positive!”

Nick sighed and readjusted his weapons, getting ready for when the signal came.

A few moments later, a loud noise sounded from near the bunker and the guards left to investigate. A whistle sounded from nearby. That was their signal. No time for second thoughts now.

Nick and Dan broke their cover and charged the bunker.

This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “positive”:

https://stephaniecolpron.wordpress.com/2022/01/26/tuesdayuseitinasentence-positive/