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Severance – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence

For a few years, Richard had been enjoying his severance from his family after leaving home and escaping all the family drama, but after going through yet another lonely Christmas holiday he came to appreciate everything his family had provided him aside from the drama and he resolved to reach out to his parents and siblings and try to renew their relationship.

 

 

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

https://stephaniecolpron.wordpress.com/2016/12/27/tuesdayuseitinasentence-severance/


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Memories Of Us – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS #poem

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The touch of your hair

And warmth of your breath

On my cheek.

The feel of your hand

In my hand.

The light of joy

In your eyes.

All of the places

That we’ve been.

All of the things

That we’ve done.

All of the plans

That we made.

But you have gone

Without a goodbye

And left me here

With only these

Memories of us.


This poem is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “mem”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 12/16


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A Novel Idea- Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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“Hey, Annie!” Jet called to his friend when she saw her sitting at a table in the back of the little cafe with her laptop open in front of her and typing away. An untouched cup of coffee sat on the table beside the computer.

She looked up from the laptop at the sound of his voice, a small frown on her face. He ignored her frown and gave her a hearty wave and big smile as he made his way over to her and sat down across the table from her.

“Whatcha working on?” Jet asked.

Annie scowled at him. “What do you think I’m working on, Jet? I’m working on my novel.”

“Oh. That thing? So, how’s it coming?”

“Well, it was coming along rather nicely until I was interrupted.”

“Oh. Well, why don’t you try working someplace where you won’t be interrupted?”

Annie rolled her eyes. “Gee. There’s a novel idea.”

Her sarcasm going right over his head, Jet continued on. “So, Annie, look. I’m in a bit of spot and wondered if you might could possibly help me out.”

Annie sighed. “It doesn’t involve me having to give you money, does it?”

“No. Not this time.”

“Good. Then tell me what the problem is and I’ll see if I can help.”

“Well, I don’t know how much help you can be, but if you can do anything, I’d appreciate it. You know I’ve been seeing Marissa, right? Well, she just told me she’s pregnant.”

“That’s wonderful! Congratulations, Jet!”

“Hold on. Not so fast, Annie. I’m not sure it’s mine. You see, I think she might be seeing someone else on the side. She disappeared the other night for a few hours. This was a month or so ago. When she finally came home, she said she didn’t remember where she’d been or what she’d done. But her clothes were all disheveled and she acted like she was drunk. I asked her if she’d been fooling around on me but she swore she hadn’t. Then a couple of days later, she started having nightmares, and I’d wake up in the middle of the night to find her standing at window, staring outside. A week or so after her disappearance, she started claiming she’d been abducted by aliens! I don’t know what to do? Do you think she was fooling around on me and is making all this alien stuff up? What should I do, Annie?”

Annie stared at him, mouth agape. She certainly hadn’t expected that sort of story. When she realized she was staring, she closed her mouth, took a sip of her by-now cold coffee, and pondered for a moment. “Jet,” she said finally, “I don’t think you have anything to really worry about. I pretty certain the baby is yours. From what I know of Marissa, she’s not the cheating type. And I doubt it’s an alien baby. She probably just got drunk and was embarrassed by it, and has probably been watching too much X-Files. But if you really are worried, you can always have a DNA test done. Also, I recommend you start looking for a good job. With a baby on the way, you’re going to need one to help take care of it. I know a few people, so I can put in a word for you, if you want.”

“Thanks, Annie! Thanks for listening, and your advice. You’re a good friend. And if you could put in a word for me with some people about a job, I’d really appreciate it.”

“Sure thing. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get back to my writing.”

“Sure, sure! I’ll see you later, Annie. Thanks again!”

He left with another a hearty wave. She gave him a small smile and a feeble wave in return as she watched him leave. Then she turned back to her laptop with a bigger smile on her face and a small chuckle of pleasure. Jet may have interrupted her from her writing, but he’d at least given her a good idea for her novel.


This short story is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “novel”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 5/16

 

 

 


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Tame – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence

As Janet overheard her wayward young son making plans to go out partying with his friends at the strip club for the third time this week, she wished there were something that could be done to tame his wild streak and she thought perhaps there was  a nice girl at church she could introduce him to.


 

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

https://stephaniecolpron.wordpress.com/2016/10/18/tuesdayuseitinasentence-tame/

 

 

 

 


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Awkward – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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Thad had been invited to the wedding of an old school friend. They’d been fairly good friends, though not best friends, and they had kept in touch and hung out together some for a while after graduation. But the last couple of years they’d not been in touch much, as they both had gotten good jobs that kept them fairly busy.

Somehow, in that time, Jeremy had managed to get engaged while Thad’s relationships never seemed to last very long. When Thad got the invitation, he decided he would go and bring his current girlfriend, Theresa, with him.

When he arrived at the wedding, Thad was running a few minutes late, and the ceremony was going to start in a few minutes. He greeted Jeremy quickly and Jeremy asked him to meet with him later so he could introduce the bride to him properly. Jeremy agreed, then he and Monica took a seat. There were a lot of guests and the room was packed, so the only space available for them was in a back pew.

The wedding march began playing and the bride entered on her father’s arm. Thad took one look at her and stiffened in his seat. A barely audible gasp escaped his mouth.

“What’s wrong?” Theresa whispered.

“Well, this is awkward,”  Thad muttered back.

“What is?”

“The bride. She’s my ex-girlfriend.”

“What? You didn’t know?”

“No. I mean, I noticed the name on the invitation, but it’s a common name, and I had no idea they knew each other or anything.”

“Do you want to leave?”

“No. I’ll stay. For now, at least. If it gets too weird or anything later, then I might leave. Unless you want to leave?”

“No. I’ll stay if you want to. Besides, it should prove rather entertaining when she finds out you’re here and I’d like to see what happens.”

“Oh, you’re an evil one,” he said with a smirk.

“That’s why you love me,” she replied with a wink.


This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “awkward”:
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 1/16

 

 


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Talk – Stream of Consciousness Saturday “Ta” #SoCS #poem

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Talk

Talk to me;

Tell me

What I need

To know,

What I need

To hear.

Tell me something,

Anything.

Tell me

Tall stories;

I don’t care.

I just want

To hear your voice.

Tell me “ta”

To thank me

For all I’ve done,

Just please, don’t

tell me

“Ta-ta”.

 

 

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This rambling poem is part of Stream of Consciousness Saturday:
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 23/16

 

 


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Having a Ball – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS #amwriting

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Layla opened the envelope that had come through the mail slot on the door and looked at the card inside. Her eyes widened and she gave a little gasp.

“What is it?” Shelia asked, coming over to stand beside her sister. Layla handed her the envelope and she opened it. “An invitation?” She read the card more closely and her eyes widened. “An invitation to a ball? Saturday night?”

Layla nodded. “What do you think? Should I go?”

“I don’t know. Who’s it from?” She turned the envelope over and looked at the return address. “What?! Jessica sent this to you? She’s got some balls, inviting you to this after what she pulled!”

“I know. What do you think?”

Shelia considered it for a moment. “She may be trying to make amends. I know the two of you were pretty close, Sis, but she hurt you with her little stunt. Go. Accept her peace offering. But don’t forget what she did. If you get the chance, get a little payback while you’re there. We’re Carringtons, and we don’t just let things like that go.”

Layla nodded. “You’re right, Sis.”

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Layla arrived at Jessica’s party to find the high school stadium she’d rented out was packed with attendees in formal attire mingling with each other and dancing to classical music being piped in through the stadium sound system. She recognized some of the guests, but many she didn’t.

Layla looked around to see if she could find Jessica, and spotted her at the far end of the stadium, talking and laughing with a few other ladies. A jolt went through Layla when she saw Jason walk up to Jessica and hand her a glass of champagne with a bright smile on his face.

Layla took a deep breath and wended her way through the crowd to where Jessica was. “Hello, Jessica,” she said as she stopped nex to her friend. “Thank you for the invitation. It seems you have quite the turn out here.”

Jessica started at the sound of her voice and turned to face her. “Oh, Layla. Hello. I’m glad you came. It’s good to see you again.”

“It’s good to see you, too. And Jason, as well. I admit, I was a little surprised to get your invitation and wasn’t sure at first if I’d come or not. But since we were best friends once, I decided to give you the benefit of the doubt and come.”

“I’m glad you did. I wanted to apologize to you in person. I really didn’t mean to hurt you the way I did, Layla. Honestly. Hurting you and our friendship was the last thing I wanted to do. I hope you know that. But things just happened and…”

Layla gave a small shake of her head. “It’s okay, Jessica. I’m over it now. I hope you and Jason will be happy together.” She turned to head back into the crowd, but called over her shoulder, “Give me a call sometime. We’ll do lunch and catch up.”

Layla mingled with the crowd for a few minutes, then worked her way through the press of bodies to the wall, where she spied a big red alarm button. With a grin and glance back at Jessica at the far end of the stadium, she pressed the button.

A blaring alarm sounded, and the sprinklers in the ceiling cut on, spraying everyone in the stadium with water. Layla laughed as she watched as everyone started screaming and running for the doors to get away. After a couple of moments, she made her way a bit more calmly out of the stadium and into the school parking lot. She took a cell phone out of her handbag and called Shelia.

“Hey, Sis,” Shelia said as she answered the phone. “How’d it go?”

“Great, Sis. I had a ball. I’ll be home shortly.”

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This post is part of Stream of Consciousness Saturday:
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 12/16