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Where You Go – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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Where you go

And what you do

Is entirely

Up to you.

Worry not

What others

Might think.

It’s your choice,

So choose.

It’s your life;

Live it.

It’s your story;

Write it.


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

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS August 10/19

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Framed- Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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Anna and Bob were browsing through a thrift store. Neither had anything in particular that they wanted to look for, they were just killing time and seeing if there was anything that might catch their eye that they would be interested in.

Anna stopped at a shelf of knickknacks to look at some cute little cat figurines. Bob went to the next set of shelves to look at some pictures.

Anna was inspecting a set of salt and pepper shakers that looked like Siamese cats when she heard Bob call to her.

“Hey, Anna!” he called. “Look at this!”

Anna set the shakers down and turned to look.

Bob stood in the middle of the aisle with a wooden picture frame draped over his shoulders and a big grin on his face. “I’ve been framed!” he joked.

Anna rolled her eyes but a second later chuckled. She grabbed her cell phone and quickly snapped a picture. “You and your joke may be silly, Bob,” she said as she tapped some buttons on her phone, “but I can’t help it. I’ve got to get a picture of it and share it.”

“Go right ahead,” Bob said. “Share the laughs.”

And so she did, and the picture of the framed Bob was shared with the world, and it quickly went viral.

 


This silly little story is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “frame”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 20/19


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Fun With Leaves – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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Matt was out in his backyard, raking up leaves. His yard was fairly large and there were a lot of trees around, so he had been at it for quite a while. His big black and white Maine Coon cat, Sylvester, had joined him about halfway through his raking, and Matt would take a break now and then to watch the cat play with some of the leaves. Watching the cat play put a smile on his face and helped him to not feel quite so tired.

Sylvester was having a good time outside. He loved that Matt had put in a cat door a few months ago, allowing him to go in and out at will. He especially enjoyed it now that Autumn had come. The temperature was cooling off, and more importantly, the leaves were falling from the trees. Playing with the leaves was one of his favorite things. He loved the crackly sound they made under his paws. Batting them around was lots of fun, but what was even more fun was jumping and swatting at the leaves as they fell towards the ground.

But the most fun of all was jumping into the big pile of leaves after Matt had finished raking them. And it looked like Matt was just about done.

As Sylvester watched, Matt raked the last few leaves over to the big pile in the middle of the yard. Matt stepped back, let the rake fall to the ground, and wiped his brow.

“Whew,” he said tiredly. “Finally, it’s finished.”

Sylvester then took his cue. He ran at top speed for the pile, and before Matt knew what was happening, the big cat jumped right into the pile. Leaves went flying everywhere while, from the center of the pile, Sylvester began jumping and swatting at the falling leaves nearest him.

Matt stared in horror and groaned, “Oh, Sylvester, no. Why did you do that? Now I’ve got to start all over again.”

Sylvester paid him no mind. He was having too much fun with the leaves.

 


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

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS June 22/19

 


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A Cozy Cat – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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Nick and Nora glanced over from where they sat on the couch to look at their silver tabby cat all curled up, asleep in its soft cat bed under the window. A sunbeam streamed through the window to cover the cat like a warm blanket. His tail would occasionally twitch slightly.

“Shasta sure looks cozy over there, doesn’t he?” Nora asked.

“He sure does,” Nick said. “And look. He seems to be smiling. I wonder what he might be dreaming about.”

“I don’t know. But it must be something nice, for him to smile like that.”

“I suppose so.”

Nick and Nora turned their attention back to the TV and let Shasta sleep.

***

In his dream, Shasta sat perched on a throne high up at the top of a flight of stairs. Female cats sat at attention around him. Two humans stood at either side of him, fanning him with large feathers. He tried to fight the urge to jump and attack the feathers since it would be unbecoming for a ruler of his stature.

Below him, at the foot of the stairs, a large crowd of humans was gathered. They chanted his name continuously and bowed to him over and over.

Nick and Nora walked from a side room at the foot of the stairs and climbed up them. They were dressed in servant’s clothes. As they approached Shasta, they bowed. When they finally stood before him, they kneeled and held out plates full of his favorite foods.

Shasta’s tail twitched happily and he purred in contentment.

It was good to be the king, he thought.

***

A loud purring sound coming from Shasta in his cat bed caught Nick and Nora’s attention and they looked away from the TV to look at him. The cozy cat’s tail was twitching more and, if possible, he looked to be smiling even more.

“Just what is he dreaming about?” Nora asked.

Nick shrugged and replied, “Probably world domination or something. Isn’t that what cats are supposedly planning, anyway?”

 


This story is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “rhymes with rosy”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 25/19


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Seriously? – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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“Seriously?” Mitch asked Jethro as they sat on the patio, drinking beers.

“Seriously,” Jethro replied.

“You took a photo of Bigfoot while out hunting?”

“Yep.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“Believe it. I got it right here.”

Jethro took a swig of beer then reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a 3×5 photo.

“Let me see that!” Mitch said, snatching the photo out of Jethro’s hand.

Mitch stared at the photo for a couple of moments, occasionally narrowing his eyes to try to get a better look. Then he scoffed and handed the photo back.

“This picture’s too blurry! You can’t make out anything! That could just be some big old bear or just a really hairy person in need of a good shave. You can’t say for sure that that’s Bigfoot!”

“Yeah, well, I know what I saw! And I saw Bigfoot! I swear! It’s not my fault the picture came out blurry!”

Mitch shook his head sadly. “Dude, I think it’s time you cut back on the beers. Seriously.”


 

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

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 18/19


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The XP Delima – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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“Lex the Brave spots a path ahead on his left, barely noticeable among all the trees and bushes,” says the DM. “He adjusts the sword strapped to his back and plunges into the foliage to follow the path.

“Lex follows the path for a while, and it eventually ends at a clearing. In the middle of the clearing this a large stone altar. Atop the altar is a big gilt chest.”

“Lex starts towards the altar,” says Lex’s owner, “very eager to see what is in the chest, certain that it must be a great treasure of some sort. But he holds back, wary of any traps or hidden dangers. The path to this place had been suspiciously safe, and Lex would have expected something to block his entry to the treasure.”

“So you want to check for traps?” asks the DM. “Very well.”

Lex’s owner rolls the die and the DM checks his sheet.

“All clear,” says the DM. “There are no hidden traps.”

“Then Lex steps into the clearing to check the chest on the altar,” says Lex’s owner.

“As he does,” the DM narrates, ” a giant troll appears in order to guard the altar.”

“A giant troll? Ugh! How much XP does it have?”

The DM answers and Lex’s owner groans as he looks at his character record sheet. “I don’t think I have enough XP to beat him.”

“Still, you need to make a saving throw. Who knows, you might get lucky.”

Lex’s owner grabs the die and shakes it in his hand. He closes his eyes and whispers a prayer as he rolls the die.

The DM looks at the number on the die, surprised at the result. “Well, well, well,” he says. “It looks like you got lucky after all. The troll starts to charge you but it trips on its feet and falls backwards, hitting its head on the side of the altar and knocking itself out, leaving you free to investigate the chest.”

“Woohoo!” says Lex’s owner. “I open the chest.”

The DM rolls the die. “Oh, too bad. You should have checked it for traps, too. The chest is boobytrapped. You’re pricked by a poison needle hidden on the clasp.”

Lex’s owner looks at his sheet. “Dang it! I don’t have anything to ward off poison or enough XP to heal myself with magic.”

“Do you want to try a saving throw anyway?”

“Sure, why not.”

Lex’s owner rolls the die.

“Oh, too bad. Better luck next time.”


 

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

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 27/19

 


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D’oh Boys – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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“Hey, Eddie!” called Mickey as he entered the kitchen. “I’m here!”

“Oh, hey!” Eddie replied from where he stood by the counter, surrounded by bottles of spices, bowls of sauce and toppings, an empty Pillsbury can, and a can of beer.  “Come here! Check this out!”

Eddie stepped away from the counter and looked at Mickey. In his hands was a wad of dough. Mickey watched as Eddie flattened it out in his hands, then started tossing it up in the air like he’d seen pizza chefs do in videos.

“Awesome!” Mickey said as the pizza crust dough got larger and flatter. “Hey! Maybe you could start a pizza restaurant. You’d be rolling in the dough! Ha ha!”

Eddie laughed but lost his concentration and dropped the dough. “D’oh!” he exclaimed as he stared at the mess on the floor.

“No biggie,” said Mickey. “Just grab another one and start again.”

“That was all the dough I had. Guess we’ll just have to eat the doughnuts you brought instead.”

“D’oh!” Mickey exclaimed as he slapped his forehead.

“What?”

“I got so excited at the thought of you making pizza, I forgot to bring the doughnuts.”

Eddie frowned. “Then I guess we know who’s ordering pizza,” he said as he tossed Mickey his cell phone. He then grabbed his can of beer and headed out of the kitchen, saying, “I’ll go put the game on.”

 


This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “dough/d’oh”

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 30/19