Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – Last Thing I Put in the Fridge

 

 

It is Stream of Consciousness Saturday time again, and Here is Linda Hill with this week’s prompt. She is carrying a big bag, so I’m guessing she has some whopper of a prompt.

“Hi, Linda.Looks like a big prompt.”

“Xray eyes?”

“No, it’s just that it’s a big parcel.”

“Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “the last thing you put in your fridge.” Start your post with the last thing you put in your fridge. Let your mind wander from there. Enjoy!”

“Um, thanks, Linda.”

“See ya, John. Haircut warning.”

If you would like to participate in this joy, visit Linda’s blog and read how easy it is. Here is the link. https://lindaghill.com/2020/11/20/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-nov-21-2020/

 

The last thing I put in the fridge by John W. Howell © 2020

“Deep yogurt.”

“Huh?”

“I’m in deep yogurt.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m having trouble coming up with something to write about yogurt.”

“Why do you need to write about yogurt?”

“It’s the Stream of Consciousness prompt.”

“Yogurt? Goodness, the Hillster is really reaching.”

“No, no, no. She didn’t give yogurt as a prompt. We are supposed to write about the last thing we put in the fridge.”

“Yogurt was the last thing?”

“Yes, and what can you say about yogurt.”

“You could talk about flavor.”

“Vanilla.”

“Hmmm. Type.”

“Greek.”

“Yeah, well, I see your point. Maybe make up a story with yogurt in it.”

“And lose the reader entirely.”

“Well, with that prompt, you are going to lose them anyway.”

“Maybe a poem? I could incorporate yogurt into a poem.”

“Oh yeah. I can hear the Pulitzer committee calling right now.”

“Let me try.”

“Go for it.”

“‘I woke this morning.'”

“Going for a Haiku?”

“Yes. Hold on. Here’s the next line. ‘Confused as to what to write.”‘

“Um, okay.”

“Big finish now. ‘Picked yogurt, it’s deep.'”

“I think I would pass this week.”

“Why? It’s a good poem.”

“I don’t want you to embarrass yourself.”

“I’m going with it.”

“All righty then. I’m leaving.”

“Where you. going?”

“All this talk of yogurt has made me hungry.”

“For yogurt.”

“Heavens no. Thinking of a double bacon cheeseburger on a pretzel bun.”

“With fries?”

“Supersized.”

“Animal.”

“Want to come?”

“And leave my yogurt?”

“Suit yourself.”

“I’ll drive.”

 

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Kreative Kue #289.

In Keith’s words.

“Using this photo (below) as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem, anything, really, even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here.

Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries next Monday.”

The Photo.

Rise by John W.Howell ©2020

“Easy. Not too fast.”

“How’s this?”

“Just a little slower.”

“Okay, I’m almost at idle.”

“Yeah, that’s good.”

“What is so special about this morning.”

“You should see this bench covered in frost. It is beautiful.”

“What does that have to do with slowing down the rise?”

“I wanted to get a picture of it with the sun coming up. The contrast is amazing.”

“I’m not sure about you.”

“What do you mean?”

“What diety do you know has a Minolta camera and causes the sunrise to be slowed so he can get a picture.”

“Well, none. So what’s wrong with having a hobby.”

“You are a god for heaven’s sake. You don’t go around taking pictures, and you certainly don’t cause the sun to be delayed.”

“Didn’t hurt anyone.”

“How do you know. There might be some creature totally dependent on the exact time of sunrise for something important.”

“Oh yeah. Then why did you invent Daylight Savings Time.”

“You are going to bring that up again, are you?”

“Well. You haven’t been able to fix it since you introduced it.”

“Okay, okay. Let’s just drop it.”

“No more said about my camera?”

“Just one question.”

“Shoot.”

“Where do you display those photos anyway?”

“Got a guy named Keith who takes em and puts them on display.”

“Does he know the source?”

“He has no idea. He thinks he took them. Lucky for me, he is a little forgetful.”

“Lucky for him too.”

“Amen.”

“Nice.”

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt –

 

It is Stream of Consciousness Saturday, and here comes Linda Hill carrying what looks like a lawyer’s briefcase.

“Hey, Linda.”

“John.”

“This week’s prompt?”

“Or my lunch.”

“Yeah, I guess that could be.”

“Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ring.” Use it as a noun, a verb, an adverb, or an adjective…use it any way you’d like. Have fun!”

“Gee, thanks, Linda.”

Well, you heard it from the horses— um, directly from Linda hill. If you would like to have fun with the rest of us, visit Linda’s blog and read how easy it is. Here is the link.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 14/2020

Ring by John W.Howell © 2020

“Put a ring on it.”

“What?”

“Nothing, just trying out the prompt.”

“Should have known. Ring, right?”

“Yup. So that was the prompt used as a noun.”

“So now you need to think up an adjective, adverb, and verb.”

“How did you know?”

“Logic. If you decided your use as a noun, then the others followed.”

“You are so smart. You know that?”

“Nice of you to say, but I don’t think that bit of logic took any smarts.”

“I should ring up the Nobel Prize committee and tell them about you.”

“Right.”

“See what I did there? Verb.”

“Someone asleep could see that. How about an adjective?”

“My ears are ringing from the explosion.”

“That’s pretty good. How about an adverb?”

“The only one I can think of is ringingly.”

“Yeah, that is pretty good. I ringingly endorse your Stream of Consciousness post.”

“Does that endorsement come with money?”

“No. I’ll stand you to a beer, though.”

“You ring my bell.”

“Get your key ring. You are driving.”

 

 

Tuesday – Anything Possible -Kreative Kue #288 by Keith Channing

In Keith’s words.

“Using this photo (below) as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem, anything, really, even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here.

Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries next Monday.”

The Photo.

Kreative Kue #288

Blinded by the Light By John W.Howell © 2020

“I would say tear it down, sir, but it is three hundred years old.”

“I mean, everything was fine until yesterday.”

“What happened yesterday?”

“I went about my normal day.”

“How’s that look?”

“Well, let’s see. Got up, took the dog out, had coffee.”

“Sounds like you’ve covered the first hour at best.”

“Well, now just hold on. Ah, yes. While I was walking the dog, I noticed an unusual burn in the field over there.”

“Uh-huh. Go on.”

“I just thought it was weird. A circle burned in the field.”

“How large a circle?”

“That’s not the important part, but I would say twelve feet.”

“That is pretty big.”

“Anyway. I went over to have a look. The burned part smelled like lavender.”

“That’s odd.”

“I thought so too. I turned to leave and was blinded by a light.”

“Don’t tell me. You were then revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night.”

“Teah, very funny. You want to hear this or not?”

“Sorry. Go ahead.”

“Okay, then it felt like I had a boulder on my shoulder.”

“You tripped on a merry go round.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing. Continue.”

“I finally figured out I was being abducted by aliens.”

“Okay, sir. Hold it right there. I came here to give you a bid on the roof. I’m not one to hold to conspiracy theories and stuff like that.”

“This is the truth.”

“I can’t handle the truth.”

“Calm down. As you can see, I’m here. The only thing that happened is we all got into some kind of drink. Then this girl told me she could turn me on to something strong.”

“They played the song with the funky break.”

“How’d you know?”

“It’s a song lyric, sir. Excuse me, I gotta get going.”

“We razed the roof.”

“I’ll say you did. Now I need to get into my curly whirly. Have a nice day, sir.”

“Wait. You haven’t heard the best part.”

“Sorry. My mama always told me not to look in the eyes of the sun. Bye.”

“Too bad he’s gone.  He’s going to miss seeing the calliope crash to the ground.”

 

Steam of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – “Jour”

Stream of Consciousness Saturday

 

Bonjour. It is Stream of Consciousness Saturday time again, and here is Linda Hill with this week’s prompt.

“Hi, Linda.”

“Hello, John. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “jour.” Find a word containing “jour” or use it as is. Bonus points if you start or end your post with that word. Enjoy!”

Thank you, Linda. I hope you noticed that I started the post with ‘bonjour.’  Bonus points earned. I can almost smell the calfskin seats in my new Bentley.

Views of the neighborhood

If you would like to join in and have some fun, visit Linda’s blog and read how easy it is. Here is the link.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 7/2020

Jour by John W. Howell © 2020

“Journaling, I see.”

“Yep. Trying to capture the thought de jour.”

“Is your journalizing work in French?”

“No. I was just expressing my journey in a flowery way.”

“Let me guess. Your prompt is ‘jour.'”

“Spoken like an investigative journalist.”

“No, journalese. I have known you for a long time.”

“Want to know what I have written in my journal?”

“I imagine it is pure journeyman quality.”

“Whatever that means. I do try my best to journalize as best as I can.”

“Okay, so read me what you have journaled.”

“Ahem. I woke up today and drank my coffee. Then I took a shower.”

“Yu can stop right there.”

“Wait the best part is yet to come.”

“Goodness go ahead.”

“My prompt is jour and John came through the door.”

“Go ahead.”

“That’s it.”

“No observations on life in your journeyworks?”

“What would those be?”

“Something like, ‘I woke up today and had the feeling that this would be the best day of my life.”‘

“I didn’t have that feeling.”

“Fine something else then.”

“How about, ‘I woke up today with a song in my heart.”‘

“There you go.”

“It’s a lie.”

“Try this, ‘I woke up today with the feeling someone was gong to hit me.”‘

“I didn’t do that either.”

“Too bad you are not clairvoyant.”

 

 

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Kreative Kue # 287 by Keith Channing

In Keith’s words.

“Using this photo (below) as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem, anything, really, even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please also mention it in a comment here.

Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries next Monday.”

The photo.

The Trip by John W. Howell © 2020

“So then I said to Harry. How about we play another eighteen?”

“I can imagine what he said.”

“Yeah, the old duffer said his legs couldn’t handle it. I even suggested a cart.”

“Well, getting older is not the best thing.”

“Listen to these two, Gladis.”

“I know. You would think they were in their teens.”

“I can tell you Frank comes home after a round of golf, and you would think he just completed a marathon.”

“Perry does the same. Moan and groan for hours.”

“I’m glad we decided to take this river trip. I don’t think I could bear the fallout from some golf resort stay.”

“Oh. I’m with you. These two need to learn their limits.”

“So, Perry. When we reach the town, you want to go out for a round?”

“Sounds good, Frank, but I didn’t bring my clubs.”

“We can rent some.”

“Okay, then. Count me in.”

“Well, Gladis. Looks like we will be on nursing duty again.”

“Not me. I’m going to the spa for a nice message.”

“Oh my, that sounds good.”

“Come with me.”

“Um, I’m not sure I can stand having a pair of wings touch me.”

“I hear the gander is a real looker.”

“Gander?”

“Yup.”

“I love geese, don’t you?”

“They are cute alright, and their small little wings drive me crazy.”

“Count me in.”

“Perry and I are going to do a round of golf in town. Will you girls be okay?”

“Sure, Frank. We’ll be just fine. In good wings, as they say.”

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – “Trick.”

 

 

It is Stream of Consciousness Saturday time again, and this week’s prompt is “trick.” Normally Linda HIll would come by to deliver a complicated prompt in person. This one is quite simple, and she sent it by Uber Eats. Thanks, Linda, for the brioche and the prompt. Her only caution is, “To use it any way we want and to have fun.” I think I can do that. If you would like to join in on the fun, visit Linda’s blog and read how; here is the link.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 31/2020

Trick by John W. Howell © 2020

“Shake.”

“What are you doing to that poor dog?”

“He’s not a poor dog, and I’m trying to teach him a new trick.”

“What new trick?”

“To shake hands.”

“But he has a paw.”

“You know what I mean,:

“Maybe he’s too old to learn a truck.”

“You believe that old saw, huh?”

“Well, I’m just sayin’. Does he do other stuff?”

“Just sit.”

“Hmmm. Maybe he is a one-trick pony.”

“Yikes, another cliche.”

“Are you giving him a treat?”

“A treat? No.Just a command.”

“Well, see. There might be the problem. You need to reward him when he performs the trick.”

“Okay. I’ll try it.  Here, Bosco, I have this nice porterhouse steak if you’ll shake.”

“You are insane. He’s not going to buy the fact that you offer a piece of kibble and call it a steak.”

“He’s shaking.”

“Speaks to the intelligence of the animal. Want to go to the pub?”

“Um. Do I get a treat?”

“Sure. I’ll let you buy.”

“Sounds like a trick.”

“You think? By the way, congrats on working trick in along with ‘treat.’ Happy Halloween.”

 

 

Tuesday Anything possible – Kreative Kue #286 with Keith Channing

In Keith’s words.

“Using this photo (Below) as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem, anything, really, even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please also mention it in a comment here.

Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries next Monday.”

The photo.

Kreative Kue #286

Say What? By John W. Howell © 2020

“Okay, now hold it right there.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I understand this whole art museum thing.”

“Okay.”

“But I don’t get what we are doing here in the middle of the night.”

“I can explain.”

“Please do then.”

“We came at night because you see better then.”

“Oh, so you wanted me to be able to see the art better?”

“Em, no.”

“You know what a highly intelligent and sensitive bird I am, so you want me to critique a few pieces.”

“That’s not it.”

“Ah. You want me to appraise some paintings. I’ll have you know my appraisals are sought after.”

“No.”

“To write a review on a piece or the collection.”

“Sorry.”

“Okay, I give up.”

“There is a mouse in this room, and we would like you to have it for dinner.”

“You want this highly trained and wise owl work for his dinner?”

“Yup.”

“I hope no one finds out about this.”

“Why?”

“I mean, think of my reputation.”

“What reputation?”

“As a bon vivant and renaissance bird. I had those damn eagles convinced I walked on water.”

“A little too much brag, I would say.”

“‘A little too much brag, I would say.’ You sound like my wife.”

“Sounds like you should have taken her advice. You ready.”

“Wait, wait, wait. Are the security cameras working?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t want this to hit the internet. Could you turn them off?”

“Absolutely not. Besides, no one cares about seeing you catch a mouse.”

“I’ve got a million followers on Tic Toc, 100,000 on Instagram, 25,000 on Twitter. They will care.”

“I don’t know about that. I just need the mouse caught.”

“Could you at least call my agent?”

“Agent?”

“Yeah. She’ll know what to do. Maybe this could be the beginning of Super Owl, the next hero.”

“Maybe I should have used a cat.”

“That orange one I’ve seen around.”

“Yup.”

“He has an agent too and is much fussier. He’ll want catering and star billing.”

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt – “Starts with M”

 

 

It is Stream of Consciousness Saturday time again.  Here is Linda Hill with this week’s prompt. “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “starts with ‘m’.” Use any word that begins with the letter “m” as the subject or theme for your post. Enjoy!”

Okay, so here we go.

Starts with M by John W. Howell © 2020

🎶”Mairzy dotes and dozy dotes.”🎶

“Okay, I give.”

“You remember that old melody?”

“Can’t say I do.”

“It was popular in the 40s.”

“Well, no wonder. I was born in the 60s.”

“Your loss.”

“Loss? what do you mean?”

“It was a cute song.”

“Sing it.”

“Naw.”

“Why not?”

“Cause I have accomplished what I set out to do.”

“What’s that?”

“Starts with M. It’s the Saturday prompt. I used the word Mairzy.”

“I fell for another, right?”

“Deep into a black hole.”

“Not sure, mairzy is a word.”

“Okay, then I could say mares eat oats, does eat oats.”

“You could. But there is not going to be anyone around to hear you. See ya.”

 

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Kreative Kue #285

In Keith’s words.

“On to this week’s challenge: Using this photo ( below) as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please also mention it in a comment here.

Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries next Monday.”

The photo.

The Line by John W. Howell © 2020

“I’m just wondering, is all.”

“Don’t even think about crossing that line.”

“I’m not. I just asked the question.”

“Well, don’t ask.”

“Can I ask a totally unrelated question?”

“Sure. But let me warn you I’m not the answer dog in this place.”

“Why is this line important.”

“There you go again. You have this obsession with the line.”

“No, I don’t.”

“What is it then.”

“I just want to know why I can’t cross it.”

“Because.”

“Because, why?”

“I say so.”

“Who are you?”

“The toughest dog around.”

“It can’t be because there is anything special in that room.”

“How do you know?”

“I’ve been in it.”

“When was that?”

“When you were on a walk. I waltzed over your precious line and sniffed that room clean.”

“You didn’t. I told you to never cross the line.”

“Too bad, I did. What are you going to do about it?”

“Yeah, good question.”

“Well?”

“Don’t rush me.”

“How about finding another line?”

“Good one. That’s what I’ll do.”

“The door to the garage has a dandy line.”

“I’m going to check it out. Why are you so helpful?”

“When you have an idiot as a brother, you gotta do all you can.”

“I appreciate that. Hey, wait—”