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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…”

(images are from Pinterest)

(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/


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Gasp – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence

When the countdown to midnight reached zero, confetti fell and people began singing Auld Lang Syne. Except for Teresa. At the end of the countdown, she let out a surprised gasp when Nate dropped to one knee beside her and held out a ring. Her excited “yes” was almost drowned out by the happy singing around them.

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

https://stephaniecolpron.wordpress.com/2021/12/29/tuesdayuseitinasentence-gasp/


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Cat vs Christmas Tree – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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Marcia stepped back and eyed the freshly decorated Christmas tree. With a smile and a nod, she proclaimed, “Perfect! It’s done!”

Ian stepped up beside her and looked the tree over. “It looks great, Marcia,” he said with a nod. “You did a great job. I just hope it’ll be safe with you-know-who around.”

“Don’t worry. I made sure to keep any breakable ornaments off the bottom branches. It should be ok.”

“I hope you’re right. You know how much mischief he can get into.”

“Well, he is still young, you know.”

“But still…”

“It’ll be fine. Now come on, we have cookies to make.”

They went to the kitchen and began making Christmas cookies. They’d just finished putting the first batch in the oven when the sudden sound of breaking glass came from the living room. With a groan, they hurried from the kitchen to go check it out.

The sight that greeted them brought them to a sudden halt. Broken ornaments littered the floor around the tree. But the most shocking sight was the back half of a calico cat sticking out of the middle of the tree, wriggling as if he was trying to get further into the tree but was stuck.

“Oh my gosh!” Marcia exclaimed “Loki! What did you do!”

A plaintive mew escaped the tree, as if saying, “Don’t just stand there! Help me!”

Ian laughed. “I warned you, Marcia! He’s good at getting into mischief!”

Marcia gave him the side-eye then told him, “Just help me get him out of there, preferably without breaking any more ornaments.”


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

https://lindaghill.com/2021/12/10/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-dec-11-2021/

(Cat meme found by Google image search)

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Conspire – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence

The young prince paced his room as he pondered what he should do. Should he tell his father what he’d overheard? Or should he try to do something on his own? The king trusted his advisor completely, and considering that he hadn’t ever acted in a reliable manner, his father wasn’t likely to believe him if he told him his advisor was conspiring against him with the enemy.

He might’ve been considered unreliable and irresponsible by his father, but the prince couldn’t let what he’d heard go without taking action. He decided that if the king wouldn’t believe him, he’d have to conspire on his own to fight back against his father’s advisor and save his kingdom. He began to make a list of who he could try to recruit to help him.

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

https://stephaniecolpron.wordpress.com/2021/12/07/tuesdayuseitinasentence-conspire/


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Wallow – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence

After snapping at her children for letting the dog slip outside, she hastily chased after it. A few moments later, she found the wayward yellow Labrador wallowing in a mud puddle. “Oh, Mitzy,” she groaned as the dog rolled around happily. “Now I’ll have to give you another bath.”

This day-late post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “wallow”:

https://stephaniecolpron.wordpress.com/2021/11/16/tuesdayuseitinasentence-wallow/


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Camera Shy – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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Katie was new at the shelter and being shown around by her manager, Jill. They had just finished touring the kitten room and were heading towards the back when they came to a open doorway. Katie paused to look inside. 

The room was brightly lit and at the back was a table with a white backdrop. A tall young man stood in front of the table with a camera. Crouched on the table was a black cat that didn’t look all that pleased to be there, especially with the Santa hat on.

“What’s going on?” Katie asked

The man snapped a picture then turned to her, taking her by surprise momentarily with his good looks and bright blue eyes. “I’m taking pictures for the website,” he told her. “We’re trying to get some festive photos of some of our less adoptable animals to help find them homes.”

Katie stepped inside, with Jill right behind her. “Great idea. That cat doesn’t look too happy, though.”

“Yeah. He can be a bit of a grouch, and camera shy. But he’s a black cat, so we really need to get him up on the site. They’re not as adoptable because of silly superstitions, and his color makes it harder to get good photos. He’s the first one I’m doing. He’s been here a long time and I’d love to get a good photo of him and help him find a home. Despite his grouchiness, he is a really great cat and deservers a forever home.”

“Have you tried getting him to play while getting a photo? Something to distract him and show off his personality?”

“You know, that’s a good idea. I don’t know why I didn’t think of that before. Maybe you could give me a hand? You could play with him while I take the picture.”

“I’d love to. Just don’t get me in the picture, please. I’m a little camera shy, as well, and don’t like having my picture taken.”

“Really?” he replied with a spark of humor in his eyes. “A pretty girl like you doesn’t like having her picture taken?”

She gave him a small, teasing smile. “Surprisingly, yes.”

“That’s a shame because I think it might be good to have you in the photo with him. Besides showing his playful side, it’d show he’s not afraid of people, too, and that might help draw attention to him.”

Katie hesistated but Jill chimed in with, “I think that’s a great idea, Matt!”

“How about it?” Matt asked. “Will you do it? To help the cat?”

After a moment’s consideration, Katie nodded. “To help the cat.”

Jill grabbed a string toy from her pocket and handed it to Katie. 

Katied walked over to the table and positioned herself beside it. Matt readied his digital camera while Katie began whispering to the black cat and dangling a string beside it. She played with the string, making it move enticingly along the tabletop. The cat watched it, then began to play with it, batting at it then chasing after it as Katie moved it around. Katie smiled as the cat played.

As she drew it up in the air, the cat reached up after it, and Katie laughed. Matt snapped a picture of her and the cat.

“That was great!” Matt said. “Want to see?”

Katie gave the cat a treat and pocketed the string, then went over to Matt. He showed her the picture on camera’s view screen. “I think it turned out great,” he said. “Don’t you?”

Katie had to agree, it was a good photo, showing the cat being playful and not afraid at all. And she didn’t look all that bad in photo, either, as she’d been afraid of. “Yes, I think it will look great on the website.”

“Would you like to stay and help me take photos with some of the other animals?”

Katie hesistated. She’d actually had fun with the photo shoot and she’d like to help out more of the animals. She also found herself wanting to spend a little more time with good-looking Matt and get know him a little better. But she hadn’t finished her tour of the shelter yet.

She turned to Jill to ask her if it be okay, but before she could say anything, Jill said, “Go ahead, Katie. Helping the animals is more important than finishing your tour. We can do that later.”

Then Jill gave her a knowing wink and left.

Katie turned to Matt. “Well, then. I guess we have some work to do. I’m Katie, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you Katie,” Matt said with a smile. “I’m Matt. Let’s get started, then.”

Katie smiled. “Yes, let’s.”


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

https://lindaghill.com/2021/11/12/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-nov-13-2021/