Friday, Friday, time for your Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. A bit late today because I got to sleep in. Thanks, no school! Here’s your prompt:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “cheers.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
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1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.
2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.
3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The’,” or simply a single word to get your started.
4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours. Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.
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6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!
7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.
Tiffany: My God, I’m like, so glad school’s over, you know?
Vera: I know! Did you hear about Professor Plum? He was all over Scarlet.
Tiffany: No way!
Vera:(nods exaggeratedly and pops gum) Uh huh. I heard they were in the cafeteria? And she was, like, tied to one of the tables with a rope and he was covering her in mustard.
Tiffany: Ew!! Isn’t he, like, married to Mrs. Peacock?
Vera: Pfft. Yeah, but he’s been screwing around with Mrs. White for years. And you know what else I heard?
Tiffany: What?
Vera: Lissy told me Casper caught him in kitchen … with Mr. Green!
Wednesday, June 27th, 7:00pm
Rupert (and the rest of the passengers on the bus)
Rupert sits alone by the window. He stands and addresses the other passengers.
Rupert: And in closing, I’d like to thank my director, my producer, my mother, and all you little people who volunteered your time to further my cause. I can promise you all that the end of the world by means of worm infestation is no longer an issue, and you may all go on with your lives knowing that I, Rupert, have done my utmost to ensure your continued safety against zombies and aliens alike. A light dinner will be served in the cargo hold of this bus at 7:30pm. Thank you again, and good night.
The rest of the passengers on the bus applaud politely.
Here in Canada when we want to check the weather, we go to The Weather Network. I got my tongue twisted over it the other day and came out with The Nether Wetwork. Good for a giggle, but oh, the implications.
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As with Stream of Consciousness Saturday (SoCS), if you see a pingback from someone else in my comment section, click and have a read. It’s bound to be short and sweet.
Unlike SoCS, this is not a prompt so there’s no need to stick to the same “theme.”
The rules that I’ve made for myself (but don’t always follow) for “One-Liner Wednesday” are:
1. Make it one sentence.
2. Try to make it either funny or inspirational.
3. Use our unique tag #1linerWeds.
4. Add our lovely new badge to your post for extra exposure!
5. Have fun!
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Sean sits at the window. Drommen takes the seat beside him.
Drommen: Where’s Jessica?
Sean: I don’t know who you’re talking about.
Drommen: Okay Hillary. Whatever you call her, where is she?
Sean: I don’t know.
Drommen: (grabs Sean by the collar) Look, asshole, if you fuck her up I’m …
Sean:(smiles) Gonna what, show me your dick? You should be in jail.
Drommen:(releases him) You’re one to talk. What have you been giving her?
Sean: Drugs. Whatever. She’s better off with me than she is with you. You just make her miserable. At least I show her a good time.
Drommen: She was so messed up yesterday, she couldn’t see straight. Stay out of her life. Because if I find out you’ve hurt her or allowed her to hurt herself, you’re going to wind up hurt.
Sean: It’s you she’s killing herself for, man.
Drommen: She needs help. If you care about her at all you’ll get her some.
Sean: What, like you helped her?
Drommen:(grabs him again and thinks about it for a moment, then lets go) You’re not worth it.
The butterfly is one of the few insects we tend to be able to handle in profusion. Seriously, imagine going to tour a mayfly sanctuary. Or touring a housefly sanctuary, for that matter. Bleh.
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