Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – “Kid”

The coffee machine enrolled itself in an AI training session. You would think it would ask permission before doing so. But no. It just went ahead and enrolled. Not sure what it learned, but found an interesting note on the touchscreen

Not wanting to ask the question about meaning, a verbal request for two cups was made. The coffee was delivered as normal, and the first sip quelled the Chinese New Year fireworks in my head from a severe caffeine deficiency. The second sip, as we have come to know, was accompanied by the Westminster chimes of the doorbell and the inner-ear rendering of the bark of the Hound of the Baskervilles. A quick toss of a knuckle bone into the soundproof room and a door slam brings the tranquility envisioned by the Eagles on their Peaceful Easy Feeling.

A glance at the security monitor shows Hugo the Abominable Snowman holding a clipboard and a letter. This would please every kid in the neighborhood. With a sigh, the security shutdown process begins.

The B-2 bomber squadron and the F-35 escort must be called off. One call does it. The tank corps and gunboats are told to stand by. The Apache helicopters are rerouted. The electric shock fence is turned off. The drawbridge over the quicksand is lowered. The robot attack dogs returned to their charging station. The laser-guided machine guns on the roof are set to caution. The nest filled with rattlesnakes put away. The bucket filled with 1000 marbles is locked down. The tear gas canisters shut off. The electrified welcome mat set to off. The fall-away sidewalk into the pit filled with spikes is locked. The hornet’s nest closed. The water cannons are set to safety. Bear traps are set to off. Peregrine Falcons perched on the roof above front door fed. The vat of boiling oil set to warm.  Monty Python’s Harmless Little Rabbit’s cage is closed. The front door is opened.

Hugo hands me the clipboard and the letter. The signed clipboard is passed back with a fiver in the clip. Hugo looks pleased (Which is a good thing). Once inside,  the letter is opened, and it is from Linda hill. There is a message which reads: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “kid.’” Use it as a noun, use it as a verb; use it the way you’d like. Have fun!

To see what others have done with the prompt, visit Linda’s post. Here is the link: https://lindaghill.com/2026/11/13/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-november-14-2026/

Kid by John W. Howell © 2026

“Hugo?”

“Yeah, he is a later addition to the Warner Brothers stable of characters.”

“When did he first appear?”

“In 1961. Hugo first appears in the episode The Abominable Snow Rabbit when Bugs and Daffy Duck run into him after accidentally traveling to the Himalayas.”

I guess he is retired?”

“No, he appeared in the feature Coyote vs Acme this year.”

“I’ll be darned. I never saw him before.”

“You have to like feature cartoons and appeal to your inner kid, so I’m not surprised. Here is a clip.”

“Gee, thanks. I now feel like a kid.”

“How about the Uber?”

“Right over there.”

Image by Tom Okragly

“A 1936 Dodge truck. Terrific. What’s the catch?”

“Not a biggie. We have to deliver some fertilizer to a nursery on the way.”

“Fertilizer? What kind?”

“Cow manure.”

“Composted?”

“No, we have to pick it up from a barn on the way.”

“Fresh manure?”

“Well, yeah. Here, take these boots, gloves, overalls, and goggles.”

“Why do I do this with you every week?”

“We don’t shovel manure every week.”

“No. I mean a sub-par Uber with some catch.”

“Makes good reading.”

“You have a point. We might as well go.”

“Think of those Voodoo Rangers after we get to the pub.”

“Too bad the pub doesn’t have a shower. Let’s go.”

”

 

 

 

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Finger Point Prompt

Today I randomly opened Eternal Road – The final stop to page 15 . With my eyes closed, I pointed to the page. The word closest to my finger is “School.” This is our prompt today.

School by John W. Howell © 2026

“Mom, I don’t want to go to school today.”

“Why, sweetheart. Don’t you feel well?”

“It’s not that.”

“What is it then?”

“Oh, I don’t know.”

“It has to be something. You normally like school.”

” It’s just that there is a new kid who doesn’t like me.”

‘What do you mean doesn’t like you?”

“He makes fun of me.”

“So?”

“He calls me names.”

“You know what we say about that?”

“Yeah, but the other kids laugh.”

“Can’t you just ignore him?”

“He’s bigger than me, and sometimes he pushes me.”

“Uh oh. Sounds like a bully. How long has this been going on?”

“A couple of weeks.”

“Why don’t you want to go today, of all days?”

“We have a field trip, and I know he’s going to try something funny.”

“How about I go with you to school—”

“Mom. You can’t do that.”

“Why?”

“I’ll never be able to show my face at school again.”

“Okay, son. How about we take a mental health day?

“Can we go swimming, just you and me?”

“It is a little odd for herring to do that, but if that’s what you want to do.”

“Aw, Mom, you are the best.”

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt -“Notebook.”

If one were to consult the Caffeine Addicts Guide to  Fulfillment notebook, it would confirm:  A morning cup of coffee should be a time of contemplation and peace. The hot, aromatic fluid should be enjoyed in surroundings that are conducive to relaxation and expansion of the mind. As we have come to realize, such is not the case in my space. Oh, sure, the first sip lives up to the hype and helps quell the banging in my head that  one would experience in a ship-building yard due to the dangerously low level of caffeine in my body,

The second sip shatters the image with the cacophony of the Westminster chimes of the doorbell coupled with the teeth-rattling barks of the Baskerville hounds known in these parts as Tempeste and Twiggy. A quick toss of two squeaky toys into the soundproof room, followed by the door slamming, brings the kind of silence described in Boston’s “Peace of Mind.”

A look at the monitor shows Barnyard Dawg waiting with a clipboard and a letter. With a sigh, the security shutdown process is begun.

The B-2 bomber squadron and the F-35 escort must be called off. One call does it. The tank corps and gunboats are told to stand by. The Apache helicopters are rerouted. The electric shock fence is turned off. The drawbridge over the quicksand is lowered. The robot attack dogs returned to their charging station. The laser-guided machine guns on the roof are set to caution. The nest filled with rattlesnakes put away. The bucket filled with 1000 marbles is locked down. The tear gas canisters shut off. The electrified welcome mat set to off. The fall-away sidewalk into the pit filled with spikes is locked. The hornet’s nest closed. The water cannons are set to safety. Bear traps are set to off. Peregrine Falcons perched on the roof above front door fed. The vat of boiling oil set to warm.  Monty Python’s Harmless Little Rabbit’s cage is closed. The front door is opened.

The dawg hands me the envelope and the letter.  After signing, the clipboard is passed back with a fiver clipped to it. Once inside, the envelope is opened. It is a letter from Linda Hill. It reads: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “notebook.” Use it the way you’d like. Enjoy!

To see what others have done with the prompt, visit Linda’s post. Here is the link: https://lindaghill.com/2026/11/06/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-november-7-2026/

By John W. Howell © 2026

“Barnyard Dawg?”

“Yup. He’s the one who tangles with Leghorn Foghorn.”

“When did he make his first appearance?”

“1946, in a feature named Walky Talky Hawky with Henry Hawk and Foghorn Leghorn.”

“Wow. That was 80 years ago.”

“Yes, the math works.”

“Did you see the cartoon?”

“I was five years old. If I saw it, I don’t remember.”

“Easy, old timer. I have a surprise”

“What’s that?”

“A clip of the cartoon. Just got it off YouTube. Here it is.”

“That was pretty funny. How about the Uber?”

“Right over there”

Photo by Dan Antion

“Wow, looks like a 1945 Chevy Stylemaster coupe.”

“It is a beauty.”

“What’s the catch?”

“Easy peasy.”

“Okay.”

“We get to be in a car show in front of the pub.”

“That’s no catch. That’s like falling into heaven.”

“Except the show lasts until 7:00.”

“So?”

“No Voodoo’s till then.”

“Ouch. Okay, I can do it.”

“You sure? I see your hand shaking a little.”

“Just age. Let’s go.”

 

 

 

 

 

Tuesday – anything Possible – Finger Point Prompt – Button

Today I randomly opened Detour on the Eternal Road to page 93. With my eyes closed, I pointed to the page. My finger fell closest to the word “Button.” That is our prompt.

Button by John W. Howell © 2026

“Don’t touch that.”

“Why?”

“It is a doomsday device. That button will be the end of us all.”

“How do you know that?’

“Listen, kid. I have been around to see what happens when that button is pushed.”

“If you know what happens, how do you escape?”

“That is a long story. Just trust me. We need to go now.”

“Where are we going?”

“I happen to know that, with the change to standard time, the folks are still asleep. Perfect time to have breakfast and then hide out.”

“I’m still wondering about that button. Also, what does R-A-I-D spell?”

“It spells death to us. If the folks see us, they immediately go to it and fill the air with poison. Also, when we get near the folks, stay away from the ears. They can hear our wings whine and start slapping like crazy. My advice: do your drilling on anything exposed below the neck.”

“Okay, got it.”

“Let’s go.”

 

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – Costume

A picture of a string with drops of water- the logo for SoCS

The coffee machine looks at me as if to ask a question. “What is it?” Is my response. The large touch screen comes to life with an answer. “Need a day off. There is a costume party to attend.”  With the anvil chorus in my brain from a caffeine shortage, I have nothing to say but, “No.” Touching the two coffee icon on the touchscreen starts the process of delivering the elixir that cures all ills. The cup finally fills, and the first sip acts like placing a velvet cover over the anvil. It may still be there, but muted. The second sip, as we have come to expect, is accompanied by the sound of the Westminster chimes of the doorbell and the molar cracking barking of Twiggy and Tempeste. Together, these interruptions have the settling quality of a Yamaha grand piano hitting 34th Street after a fall from the Empire State Building penthouse.

A toss of two Beny bones into the soundproof room followed by a door slam brings back the peace that Cat Stevens sang about in the song Peace Train. A glance at the monitor shows Michigan J. Frog, with top hat, cane, clipboard, and envelope. Knowing that asking a singing frog to leave the envelope is futile, the security shutdown process begins.

The B-2 bomber squadron and the F-35 escort must be called off. One call does it. The tank corps and gunboats are told to stand by. The Apache helicopters are rerouted. The electric shock fence is turned off. The drawbridge over the quicksand is lowered. The robot attack dogs returned to their charging station. The laser-guided machine guns on the roof are set to caution. The nest filled with rattlesnakes put away. The bucket filled with 1000 marbles is locked down. The tear gas canisters shut off. The electrified welcome mat set to off. The fall-away sidewalk into the pit filled with spikes is locked. The hornet’s nest closed. The water cannons are set to safety. Bear traps are set to off. Peregrine Falcons perched on the roof above front door fed. The vat of boiling oil set to warm.  Monty Python’s Harmless Little Rabbit’s cage is closed. The front door is opened.

The frog breaks into singing Hello! Ma Baby and hands me the clipboard and envelope. The clipboard is handed back along with a fiver. The envelope is from Linda Hill and contains a letter. It reads: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “costume.’” Use it the way you’d like. Have fun!

If you would like to see how others react to the prompt, visit Linda’s post. Here is the link: :https://lindaghill.com/2026/10/30/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-october-31-2026/

By John W. Howell © 2026

“Michigan Jackson Frog?”

“Yeah, he was a favorite of mine.”

“When was that?”

“Back in 1955.”

“Whoa. You were alive in 1955?”

“Very funny. Yes, I was 14 years old.”

“I didn’t realize you were that old. I should be nice to you.”

“Why’s that?'”

“You know, a be kind to dogs and seniors kind of thing.”

“Yes, I can imagine. Speaking of kind, did you order the Uber?”

“I sure did. It’s right over there.”

Photo courtesy of Tom Okragly

“Oh, come on. That thing is not going anywhere.”

“But at this price we can’t go wrong.”

“I suppose we have to carry the thing.”

“Not at all. I’m going to call my AI buddy to fix it up.”

“This I gotta see.”

“Okay, how’s this?’

Photo courtesy of ChatGPT

“You have got to be kidding.”

“Nope, good as new. Let’s go.’

“There has to be a catch.”

“Yeah, we have to be home by midnight.”

“Why’s that?”

“The car returns to its original condition at the stroke of twelve.”

“We’d better go then.”

“Age before beauty.”

 

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Finger Point Prompt – “Appreciate”

Today I randomly opened Eternal Road – The Final Stop to page 189. With my eyes closed, I pointed to the page. The word closest to my finger was “appreciate.” This is our prompt today.

Appreciate by John W. Howell © 2026

“I appreciate you.”

“Oh sure. That’s an easy thing to say.”

“I really mean it.”

“I doubt that.”

“Why?”

“If you appreciated me, you wouldn’t treat me so badly.”

“Oh, come on. I’m not treating you badly on purpose.”

“Okay, so you will admit that you are treating me badly.”

“I guess on a specific case basis it would appear that I’m not treating you with the utmost kindness.”

“So why say you appreciated me?”

“Cause I do. I’m very grateful that you are here.”

“Why is that?”

“I’m an osprey, and you’re a fish. What’s not to appreciate?”

“Sheesh. What a life.”

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – “Ends with Ish”

A picture of a string with drops of water- the logo for SoCS

A busy Saturday ahead. Need to get everything done by 11:00 am for the TCU/WVU football game. The Producer graduated from WVU, so we enjoy the games. My team, Notre Dame, is on a bye this week. A touch of the two coffee icon starts the flow of soothin’ syrup that will kill this peckish pounding in my head. It’s like the stamp forge at the Ford Motor Rouge plant, from my dangerously low caffeine level.

The first sip quells the factory noise and vibrations.  The second sip, as we all know, is accompanied by the cacophony of the Westminster Chime doorbell, in tandem with the St. Louis-bound baying of Cerberus, a multi-headed hound from Greek mythology that guards the gates of hell, in the form of Twiggy and Tempeste.

A quick toss of a couple of toy fish into the soundproof room, followed by the door slamming, brings back the peace George Harrison envisioned in the song “My Sweet Lord.” A glance at the monitor shows Cecil the Seasick Sea Serpent and his pal Beany. Beany has an envelope and a clipboard.  The security system shutdown process is begun.

The B-2 bomber squadron and the F-35 escort must be called off. One call does it. The tank corps and gunboats are told to stand by. The Apache helicopters are rerouted. The electric shock fence is turned off. The drawbridge over the quicksand is lowered. The robot attack dogs returned to their charging station. The laser-guided machine guns on the roof are set to caution. The nest filled with rattlesnakes put away. The bucket filled with 1000 marbles is locked down. The tear gas canisters shut off. The electrified welcome mat set to off. The fall-away sidewalk into the pit filled with spikes is locked. The hornet’s nest closed. The water cannons are set to safety. Bear traps are set to off. Peregrine Falcons perched on the roof above front door fed. The vat of boiling oil set to warm.  Monty Python’s Harmless Little Rabbit’s cage is closed. The front door is opened.

Beany hands me the envelope and clipboard. Once signed, it goes back to Beany with a fiver in the clip. Cicil gives me a big smile, and the front door closes. Inside the envelope is a message from Linda Hill. It reads: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ends with ‘ish.’” Find or make up a word that ends with “ish” and use it any way you’d like. Enjoy! To see what others have done with the prompt, visit Linda’s post. Here is the link: https://lindaghill.com/2026/10/23/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-october-24-2026/

Ish by John W. Howell © 2026

“That was a funny one. Cecil?”

“Yeah, I loved those guys as a kid.”

“Was that when dinosaurs roamed the earth?”

“Late 40s until 1952. They were puppets and a live TV show.”

“You had electricity, right?”

“Yeah. The set was an Admiral console with a ten-inch screen. The unit weighed more than the couch.”

“How did you watch that?”

“Well, you had to get close for sure.. Mom was always telling me to back up.”

“The hardships of a childhood.”

“I remember one time she threatened to take me to the eye doctor. That did it. I watched it from twenty feet away.”

“Could you see anything?”

“Yeah. The sound helped, though.”

“Those were the days.”

“I think today’s days are better. Speaking of better, did you call Uber?”

“Right over there.”

Photo by Dan Antion

“You are kidding, right?”

“No, that’s our ride.”

“Is there room in the front?”

“Yeah, room for three. Why wouldn’t you want to ride in the back?”

“With all that booze?”

“I know it would be a hardship, but you could do it.”

“No thanks. What’s the catch?”

“A couple of stops.”

“How many is a couple”

“Three bars is all, then our pub.”

“That’s not so bad. We could do a Voodoo at each place.”

“Now that’s the spirit. Let’s go.

 

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Finger Point Prompt -Fodder

Today I randomly opened Detour on the Eternal Road to page 93 and closed my eyes. I pointed to the page, and the word “fodder” was closest to my finger. That is our prompt today.

Fodder by John W. Howell ©2026

“So what do you think, Captain?”

“I’d say we are going to have a tough time, General.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, the terrain is not conducive to cover, for one thing.”

“And?”

“That open field will be tough to cross without being seen.”

“I guess that’s true.”

“One more thing.”

“Yes, Captain.”

“We are going to take a lot of casualties to get to the objective.”

“Is there a way to reduce those?”

“Short of sending a phalanx  to act as cannon fodder to save the rest, I don’t see how.”

“So you think sacrificing troops upfront could save the rest?”

“Well, sir, there is only so much spray in that can. If I know the enemy, he will panic at the sight of thousands of bees, drop the can, and run. Of course, this will be after he tries to defend himself.”

“I think that may work. What’s to guarantee he won’t return?”

“There is no guarantee, but next time we’ll be ready”

“Okay, Captain. Let’s do it.”

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – “Pitch”

A picture of a string with drops of water- the logo for SoCS

Thinking of the pitch made by the guy selling the coffee machine. He said, “It will anticipate your needs before you know them.” It is a wonder, then, why the touchscreen remains dark. My need is a cup of coffee, and if the machine knows that, why not deliver? In desperation, the machine is given a good thump, and like magic, comes to life. Say what you want about technology, sometimes the old methods work best.

The first sip calms the drum line beating of the Fightin Irish marching band in my head from caffeine withdrawal. The second (as we have come to know) is accompanied by the Westminster chime of the doorbell in duet with the “To St. Louis” barking refrain of Twiggy and Tempeste. A quick toss of two new toys into the soundproof room, followed by a slam of the door, brings a kind of hush over my world.

A glance at the security monitor shows Daffy Duck on the porch with an envelope and clipboard. My knowledge of characters on the front porch means one thing: the security system needs to be shut down.

The B-2 bomber squadron and the F-35 escort must be called off. One call does it. The tank corps and gunboats are told to stand by. The Apache helicopters are rerouted. The electric shock fence is turned off. The drawbridge over the quicksand is lowered. The robot attack dogs returned to their charging station. The laser-guided machine guns on the roof are set to caution. The nest filled with rattlesnakes put away. The bucket filled with 1000 marbles is locked down. The tear gas canisters shut off. The electrified welcome mat set to off. The fall-away sidewalk into the pit filled with spikes is locked. The hornet’s nest closed. The water cannons are set to safety. Bear traps are set to off. Peregrine Falcons perched on the roof above front door fed. The vat of boiling oil set to warm. Monty Python’s Harmless Little Rabbit’s cage is closed. The front door is opened.

Daffy hands me the clipboard and envelope. Passing the clipboard back with a fiver brings a smile to Daffy’s face. One inside the envelope from Linda Hill has the following message: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “pitch.” Use it as a noun, use it as a verb, use it the way you’d like. Have fun!

To see what others have done with the prompt, visit Linda’s post. Here is the link:https://lindaghill.com/2026/10/16/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-october-17-2026/

Pitch by John W. Howell © 2025

“Well, you got the prompt out of the way pretty quickly.”

“Yeah,  was rather proud of that.”

“I thought you would go to a sports theme.”

“Why’s that?”

“Oh, I don’t know. You know, like, Ten Things Not to Do on the First Pitch of a Baseball Game.

“You know, I’m not a big sports fan. When I was a kid, the Detroit Lions and Tigers scarred me for life.”

“Scarred how?”

“They never won.”

“Oh,  I see. So winning is everything?”

“To a kid? Yes.”

“Well, we are winners today.”

“Yeah, how?”

“You know that Okragly guy?”

“Of course.”

“He found us a terrific Uber.”

“Where is it?”

Right over there.”

Image courtesy of Tom Okragly

“What is that?”

“A Ruxton Front Wheel Drive luxury car came out in 1930, with only 96 produced. The Great Depression bankrupted the company, and it became defunct. Only about 40 were sold as new cars to customers; some were given to debtors, but most of them ended up in wrecking yards.”

Alright. What’s the catch?”

“Oooh, opposite of pitch. I like it”

“Come on.”

“Okay, no catch whatsoever.”

“Let’s go then.”

“Right behind you.”

 

 

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Tuesday – Anything Possible – Finger Point Prompt – Verification

Today I opened The Last Drive at random to page 199. With my eyes closed, I pointed to the page. The word closest to my finger is “Verification.” This is our prompt.

Verification by John W. Howell © 2026

“May I see your ID?”

“Why’s that?”

“I need verification of who you are.”

“I told you.”

“I know, but verification is important; otherwise, I can’t let you in.”

“I just showed you my invitation.”

“All well and good, but verification is still needed.”

“I don’t have any ID.”

“Well then, sir, would you please step aside. You are holding up others.”

“Wait a minute. There has to be another way.”

“Don’t know what that might be.”

“Do you have a list of those invited?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then why not check the list with the invitation?”

“That won’t give me the verification that I need.”

“Seems silly. What’s one more at a feeding frenzy anyway?”

“If we let in every stray shark that comes by, there would not be enough prey to go around.”

“Okay. I guess I’ll miss this one then.”

“You know, on second thought, you have been nice about this. I agree the rules are a bit stringent. Go ahead in. Mackerel are the subject of the frenzy today.”

“Thank you.”