I usually don’t write religious things, not for any reason either way, but as I wrote this it worked well.
Step away and look real hard the scene’s been set They’ve dealt the card There is no way of turning back You have no choice you’re on this track So hang on tight and clasp your hands your prayers are said God understands
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “starts with gen.” Find a word that starts with “gen” and use it in your post. Have fun!
What is true generosity? Is it giving people some part of something you have bought? Is it giving someone your time? Who is the judge? The person who is giving or the person who is receiving? How is it measured? Are some people more generous because they give more or is it because what they give is better? Is someone who gives $100 to a needy person more generous than a person who spends $8 on a Big Mac Value Meal for that needy person? Once you start thinking about it, the more questions you have.
Once upon a time there was a girl who lived in a cabin she built by hand. When it had been spring and large leaves were prolific, she would gather the green sheets and other sprigs of wood to make her shelter more substantial. The girl wasn’t afraid of wild animals and actually loved to sprint through the trees with the squirrels and rabbits. One day the girl went looking for her squirrel friends but noticed the forest was very quiet. There were no hopping rabbits, no sneaky foxes, and no squawking birds. The girl became very afraid. She hid quietly in her tiny cabin, hoping that whatever had taken her friends wouldn’t be able to find her. Luckily she had plenty of food and water to sustain her hiding. And there she hid. Many years later, hunters found a miniature cabin, one that looked to be build by Snow White’s Seven Dwarfs. The cabin was empty of life but the walls were stocked high with different foods, now rotten, and cups of water, completely dry from evaporation. The cabin was talked about by the locals but no one would admit to building it and no one ever came forward to claim it. The story of the tiny cabin became a local tale reminding children to never wander in the woods alone.
You live in a world where no Gods exist where fantasy’s real and wishes will die Nefarious creatures you face by the dozens to do nothing more than than leer and tell lies. But how do you yield to a power so bold To lurch to the front of this crowd? Without leaving truths spun so even and fine yet speak in harsh words so terribly loud. Time to throw in the towel, leave through the door put the past far from that part of your mind Of course the best path to take this time ’round Verify any old clues you can easily find.
Once upon a time in an ordinarily boring way a stodgy tribal chief made a platter out of clay He measured inch by inch the details are a blur He awakened the next afternoon His speech a weak, low slur The pastor in the town came giving out good vibes His beatitudes were sincere He knew the chief imbibes They sat quiet in a chair to ponder the last day and realized with a start there was a new ceramic tray. The tray was full of food there was fruit and a lot of meat They lunched and said with grace That each bite’s a yummy treat.
It takes an experienced explorer to find something brand new Its like they knew before him, the advent rang untrue Wound up in quite a tizzy before they plummet to the ground It takes a broader spectrum of adventuring abound So with the change in seasons we welcome a new thrill And ward off any evil eyes that peer right through and chill And what is that upon us when waking in the mist A newer happy ending without a negative twist
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “twin/tween.” Use, “twin” or “tween” any way you’d like. Bonus points if you use both. Enjoy!
My sister and I look alike I guess. She is almost three years older than I am. She was almost a twin to my mother when comparing their photos from when my mother was young. Once, when I was in my early twenties, I had stopped by her condo and gone to get a drink. There was a picture on the refrigerator and I wondered why there was a picture of me and John, her husband at the time, on the refrigerator. Yes, you guessed it, it was her and John, but I swear I thought it was me! As we have aged I tend to look like a “twin” of how she looked at that age. One thing is true though, we sound very much alike on the phone. We are however not alike in any other ways that I can think of.
Now there’s my daughter. We have been told we look like sisters and I wouldn’t say twins there either. Some of my older pictures when put next to hers look like we could have been twins. Funny thing is we sound alike, laugh alike, and have many of the same mannerisms, even now that we haven’t lived in the same house for at least three years.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “on your/my plate.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
We were out on a date It was there on my plate a creepy crawler maybe smaller I tried not to scream Was this part of a dream? No chance in that Food ended up on the mat What did they say when they took it away? “Do you want more?” But I ran for the door.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “morning.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
In the early, morning, I like to see the birds singing songs and flying free The sun is up and shining bright, bringing in the morning light I wake and dress to start my day knowing that I’ve got a real long list But then I remember it’s cleaning day and suddenly I am pissed I wish my house would clean itself, it’d be so nice if it helped out But no it just sits real still and sends dust bunnies flying about
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