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So Far, So Good – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS



Terry paused and bent over, hands on his knees. He wiped sweat off his brow as he struggled to catch his breath.

Sherry walked up beside him and placed a hand on his back. “You doing ok, Terry?” she asked.

“So far…so good…” he managed to wheeze out.

“I thought you were in better shape than this.”

“So…did I.” His breathing came easier and he stood up straight. He stared down the uphill path through the woods they were hiking along. “I just didn’t know it would be so far.”

Sherry looked at the map on her mobile phone. “It shouldn’t be much farther.”

“You sure? You said the same thing half an hour ago.”

“Don’t worry. It really should be not much farther.” She put the phone back in her pocket and grinned at him. “Look at it this way. You’re getting one heck of a workout, burning up all those calories you ate at McDonald’s when we stopped for lunch.”

Terry cast her a sidelong look accompanied by a frown.

Sherry giggled. “Trust me. It’ll have been totally worth it when we get there.”

Terry sighed and the two resumed their trek along the path. To Terry’s delight, it really wasn’t much longer before the path led them out of the woods and out onto a cliff. They walked up the rail at the edge of the cliff and gazed out at the spectacular view afforded them of a deep valley surrounded by snow-snowcapped mountains.

“Wow!” Terry breathed in awe.

“See? Didn’t I tell you the trek would be worth it?”

“Yes, you did. And you were right. It was worth totally worth it.”

Sherry hugged him and said, “Happy birthday, Brother.”


This story is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “so far”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 10/18




A Fine Thing – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS


Gemma sat at a table near the back of the pub, staring at a notepad and tapping her lips with her pencil as she thought. A glass of beer sat untouched beside her.

Mac spotted her from the bar, walked over, and sat down uninvited across from her. “You are one fine lookin’ woman,” he said with a grin, setting his glass of beer down heavily and sloshing a little over the rim onto the table. “Finest I ever seen.  It oughta be illegal for someone to look so good.”

Gemma looked up from her notepad and frowned slightly, a little perturbed by the disruption. “That is the finest pickup line I’ve ever heard,” she replied, the heavy sarcasm in her voice making him flinch a little. “The grammar in it should be illegal.” She reached into her purse and pulled out a toy police badge, which she set on the table. “As luck would have it, I’m a member of the grammar police, and I say it is illegal. I’m afraid I’m going to have to fine you for it.”

“What? Fine me? For bad grammar?”


“You can do that?”


“Well, what’s the fine,then?”

She looked him up and down for a moment. Aside from the bad grammar, he seemed attractive enough. “How about dinner?”

Mac blinked briefly in surprise, then smiled. “Fine.”

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

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 3/18

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A Dangerous Business – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS



(quote image is from my Pinterest)

Today’s Stream of Consciousness prompt is “door” and to write about a door you walked through this week that wasn’t your own. Of course, as soon as I saw the word “door” the first thing that came to mind was this Lord of the Rings quote and how much I wished that walking out my door would lead me at least once on some great adventure instead of just back and forth to work and whatnot. Not many of the doors I walk through every day are all that exciting at all. Mainly they’re just the doors at work or the doors at the store. Probably the most exciting and somewhat dangerous door is the door at Wal-mart. At least there you have a chance of seeing something worth talking about (i.e. something or someone “People Of Wal-mart” worthy) and can occasionally complain about only going in for one thing and coming out with a cart full stuff. But one good thing was that while stopping by Wal-mart today, the Girl Scouts were set up by the doors selling cookies, so of course I had to get a box 🙂 And I managed to come out of the store with more than I intended to get (but not much more, thank goodness).


This rambling post is brought to you by Stream of Consciousness Saturday:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 24/18



Her Again – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS



His phone rang, and he looked to see who was calling.

“Her again,” he groaned when he read the caller ID. Didn’t she have anything better to do? Didn’t she know how much he had to do?

The phone rang a few more times as he debated whether to answer or not. Finally, he picked it up and answered it just before it could go to the answering machine.

“Hello,” he sighed.

He listened for a few seconds. “Yes, yes, I know,” he said.

He listened a few more seconds. “Uh huh,” he grunted. “Right. Yes, I understand.”

He listened again for a few seconds. “Yeah, yeah, I know that,” he muttered as he rolled his eyes.

He listened for a few more seconds, then heaved a sigh. “Fine,” he conceded. “Okay, I’ll be right over.” He started to hang up, but the voice on the other end said one last thing, and he replied, “Yeah, I love you, too, Mom.”


This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “his/her(s)”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 17/18





In Other Words… – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS



Zeke poked his head into the room where Trisha sat at the desk in front of her laptop, her back to the door.

“Dinner’s almost ready, Trish,” he called to her. “How’s it going with the story?”

“Great,” she replied, her hands poised over the keyboard.

“It is?”

“Yeah. It’s coming along just fine. Fine and dandy. Dandy and fine.”


“Yep. It’s splendiferous. Magnificent. Outstanding.”

“In other words, you’re stuck.”

Trisha hung her head. “Yes.”

“Well, maybe a break will help. Come have dinner.”

“Very well,” she replied and, with a sigh, she rose and joined Zeke for dinner.


This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “in other words”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 3/18



Sway – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS



Brimming with happiness

She danced,

Her body swaying

Back and forth

Like trees in the wind,

Humming a tune

Only she could hear,

Without a care

Of who might see.


This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: movement

The Friday Reminder for #SoCS & #JusJoJan Daily Prompt, Jan. 27th, 2018



Do Not Touch – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS



Derrick stared at the little shop’s door in disbelief. When his friends had told him that a New Age store was now occupying the old Blockbuster Video location, he thought he’d take a look since his aunt was into healing crystals and stuff like that and he thought he could get her a nice birthday present there.

This place – “The Occult Shoppe” – didn’t look all that New Age to him at all. The lighting in the store was rather dim, and from what he could see there were all sorts of odd and creepy items inside that looked far from what he’d consider holistic.

Derrick shook off his uncertainty and went inside to see exactly what was for sale. As soon as he did, he felt like he’d walked into a store in some fantasy story. As he wandered around, he saw displays of different herbs and jars of what looked like animal parts. There were all sorts of books, decks of cards, and jars and pots of different sizes all around. He saw necklaces with pendants of different crystals, too. He was somewhat relieved to see some books and items for what looked more like New Age type things, too, such as crystals, incense, meditation, self-healing, angels, spirituality, and more. But he also found some creepier things, too, that sent chills down his spine, like Ouija boards and things that looked as if they were for more darkly paranormal practices, and he quickly moved away from them.

A strange box high on a shelf in a far corner of the store caught his eye. Beneath it was a sign that said Do Not Touch, Or Else. He inched towards the shelf, drawn to the box. He’d never seen its like before. It wasn’t very big, maybe only 6″ wide and 5″ high. But it’s carved design was very intricate and unique, and didn’t seem to be from any recognizable cultural region. He wanted to study it. But more than that, he wanted to see what was in the box.

He stood there, staring up at the box. He wanted so much to reach up and take down the box. But the sign said Do Not Touch, Or Else.

Or else what? Derrick wondered. They’ll kick me out of the store? Make me buy it if I drop it and break it? Curse me? Yeah, right. As if.

He reached up and took the box down from the shelf. He turned it in his hands a few times, studying the design but unable to recognize its origin. Turning the box upright, he slowly started to lift the lid. As he did so, he felt a jolt like static electricity go through him.

When he had the lid fully open, he gazed inside and gasped. The box dropped from his hands and he ran out of the store. He wanted to get away from the store as quickly as possible.

In his frightened rush, he didn’t pay attention to where he was going. So he didn’t see the car coming when he ran into the street.



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

The Friday Reminder for #SoCS & #JusJoJan Daily Prompt, Jan. 20th, 2018