It is Stream of Consciousness Saturday time again, and this week’s prompt is “loud.” It is a little more complicated than just using the word loud. Here read Linda Hill’s description of the prompt, and you will see what I mean. “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “loud.” Find any word that means “loud,” and use it any way you’d like in your post. Enjoy!”

So it looks like we don’t use the word loud but a word that means loud. Hmmm. Maybe like ear-shattering. Of course, that is a hyphenated word and don’t know if it qualifies, and I have no time to call Linda to find out. So I guess I’ll have to find another word. I think deafening will work. Let’s go with that.

Loud by John W. Howell © 2109

“Who were you talking to there?”

“Where?”

“Just above the title, Loud and the byline.”

“Oh, that. I was just articulating an option for using a word that means loud.”

“Why not just use loud?”

“Because we have to use a word that means loud.”

“And you chose deafening?”

“That’s right.”

“Why not vociferous?”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“Loud.”

“Naw, I can’t think of a subject using the word vociferous.”

“What are you going to say about deafening?”

“The piano fell out of the fifth-story window and hit the ground with a deafening crash.”

“You are telling not showing.”

“Huh?”

“You just described the scene. You didn’t get us involved in the scene by showing us what happened.”

“So why don’t you give it a try.”

“Jack looked up in time to see the large grand piano begin its plummet from the fifth story window. The piano’s shadow surrounding Jack became ever wider as gravity pulled it closer to the Earth. Jack knew that as the instrument meets the street, the deafening sound of the implosion would be a lovely experience for any lucky bystanders. In an instant, he also realizes it is now too late for him to get out of the way. He will miss the symphony of destruction. ”

“Geez. You write dark stuff.”

“Yeah, but it has a little more depth.”

“I think I’ll find another word.”

“What other word?”

“Raucous.”

“That’s a good one. Let me hear your story.”

“Um. The party took on a raucous edge when little Janie secretly added three pints of grain alcohol to the champaign fountain.”

“Yeah, I like it. Then what happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“You got my interest up. What happen next?”

“Oh, I don’t know. The police came and threw everyone in jail I guess.”

“So, you don’t know what happened?”

“Why does something have to happen?”

“I thought you were supposed to write a story using the prompt.”

“Yeah, but now I’m out of time. I’m just going to go with what we have.”

“You can do that?”

“I guess we’ll find out.”

Keith Channing is on a hiatus this week. I have arranged a finger point prompt using the best selling novel Circumstances of Childhood by that world-famous author John W, Howell. As luck would have it, the prompt for today is, “eat.”

Eat by John W. Howell © 2019

“How much of that corn could you eat?”

“Depends on what time of day?”

“Time of day? What does that have to do with anything?”

“Well, you take your midnight, for example. Hard to eat when you’re lying down.”

“That makes sense. Of course, you don’t eat at midnight.”

“Huh?”

“Who does that?”

“Well. if I’m not lying down.”

“You are kidding me, right?”

“Okay, let’s get back to the original question. You asked how much of that corn could I eat?”

“Yeah, that was the question.”

“Again, it depends.”

“We already covered that.”

“No, it depends on when I last ate.”

“Okay, that seems reasonable. How much could you eat if you hadn’t eaten for a while.”

“All of it.”

“You’re kidding? How much if you just ate?”

“Again, that depends.”

“On what for heaven’s sake.”

“On whether or not I had an after-dinner mint.”

“OMG. I need this to end. Okay, I’ll bite. How much if you had a mint?”

“Almost all of it.”

“No mint.”

“All of it.”

“You are a pig, you know that?”

“Is this the first you noticed Mr. Smarty Pant’s horse?”