Simple Memories Are What I Have – SoC

As the days go by I found myself

Thinking often of the time we shared.

There was no other that I would have 

As the first to hold my heart.

Can’t go back to that time but

How I cherish the memories left behind.

My thoughts turn when I see

Even one thing left with me.

Not that they are tinged with sorrow, but

Tinged with light.

 

This poem and the video were what came to mind for this week’s Stream of Consciousness prompt: attach/attachment.

Opposing Rituals – SoC

Being the opposite of her husband helped with the prolonged ritual, for him at least. He was greedy and grasping and, above all else, a murderer of the innocence of the world.

She was the very antithesis of this and it had helped him to become more powerful.

Now she was finally able to use such a thing, the different ends of hope and despair in order to fuel her own rituals, small though they would be in order to build up the power stored within her shackles.

“The only way to keep something truly caged is to kill it within its cage.” she whispered in the silence of her own mind, “and it is impossible to kill a phoenix, husband.”

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This little snippet is brought to you by the Stream of Consciousness prompt of opposites. I was going to go for a longer post, but I just kind of died at this point.

Remembered Scene – SoC

image: younger sister and Oz, martha0stout’s phone

“What are you doing?”

“I’m just playing on my phone.”

“You’re not going to take my picture are you?”

“Of course not.”

“Then what are you doing? What the? That’s a flash! You’re taking my picture!”

“Stop hiding behind your cat, you look fine!”

“Then why are you laughing?!”

“Crap! Dropped my phone.”

“I’m not falling for that!”

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This little moment in time was remembered because of the Stream of Consciousness prompt: scene/seen.

It’s the Little Moments – SoC

In the beginning there was darkness.

And then there was light.

Slowly, but surely there was order ascribed to the chaos that had existed before.

Because nothing can be made from nothing. Everything had to come from something even if that something was not understandable in a way that those that would come after could comprehend.

“Is this going anywhere?”

“Hush, I’m trying to teach something to our charges.”

“This sounds like it’s going over the head of a bunch of two-year-olds and a five month baby.”

“Comet, you are ruining the mood! I was going for seriousness here!”

“Sister, they fell asleep before you started…”

“That is hardly the most important point!”

The two, eons old though they may be, continued their argument as quietly as possible lest they wake the children they were watching.

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This little bit was inspired by this weekend’s Stream of Consciousness prompt and a little bit about what life was like before the Galactic War.

The World is White – SoC

Can’t wait to hop out the door

Or scurry through the snow.

Not stopping to even take a breath

Since I know where I want to go!

Until this moment all winter long

My world has been nothing but grey

Eventually I knew that white would fill my day.

 

image: from martha0stout’s phone

Well it finally snowed and then stuck for the first time this winter! It was wonderful to see the way the snow continued to fall all day long yesterday. The world seemed consumed by the gently falling crystals.

image: martha0stout’s phone

This little poem was inspired by this weekend’s Stream of Consciousness prompt.

The Grass IS Greener – SoC

She smiled at the others around her, glad more than ever that she had managed to excuse herself from the situation that her youthful folly had landed her in for so many decades.

In fact, it had been pushing close to a hundred years since she’d foolishly agreed to marry a man that had captured her attention as a young phoenix. The marriage had been horrible and a lot closer to her being a kept ‘pet’ that was used to create an ‘elixir of life’ for the man than anything else.

The woman shook her head slightly to clear away the cobwebs that such thoughts always caused and returned her attention to the young people that had come to visit her daughter and smied once more.

This was a much better life even if it was likely she’d outlive her own child.

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Inspired by the prompt for this weekend’s Stream of Consciousness from one of the awesome people substituting for Linda.

Badge by: Doobster @ Mindful Digressions

 

Push Her Away – SoC

“Stay back!”

“I just want to he-”

“I said don’t touch me!” the woman was hysterical when they reached them, flinging herself back from the child in front of her with a full body lunge that ended with her on her back.

She winced, evidence that she was injured showing as red started to spread through her shirt, dark though it was.

They had been startled by the sudden appearance of the woman and the child, but that was broken when the child let loose a sob, but didn’t step towards the fallen woman once more.

It wouldn’t be until much later that they would discover the reason the woman hadn’t wanted the child, her niece, to touch her. Apparently the child could heal by taking on the wounds of those she was touching. The slash all along the woman’s front would have killed her before the child’s quick healing would be able to take care of it for her.

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This snippet is brought to you by the Stream of Consciousness prompt for this weekend, which was given by one of the lovely December substitutes over at lindeaghill.

Anonymous Gift – SoC

Mary smiled as she held the little boy in her arms for the first time. Warren smiled down at his exhausted wife, knowing that any threats she might have breathed at him-

(“Why did I want this? What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? Why did you let me do this?!)

-okay, maybe she didn’t so much as breathe them as scream them in the quietest voice he had ever heard her (or anyone else) use.

But this moment, standing next to her as they stared down at their little boy, their little gift from someone out there in the world.

It was worth it.

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Inspired by the prompt for this week’s Stream of Consciousness prompt. Make sure to check it out as there is a guest prompter this week!

Bookish Reminiscence – SoC

When I was in elementary school a friend of mine started a book. It was one of those ‘bunch of kids meet in a small town, something magical happens and they end up in another world where they have to band together to survive and defeat the bad guy.’ She had several different characters and let a few of her friends design them. I was one of those friends and my character’s name was Crystal Star and her color palate was very icy.

I was in an icy mood when my friend asked me to make that character, so sue me.

Anyway, after a while she lost interest in it, but I hadn’t lost interest and asked if I could finish the story for her. She agreed and let me have all of what she’d written thus far.

I am still working on that story. Don’t go back and try and edit any of your work until you’ve actually finished it.

Someday I will finish it. Someday.

The title that she first gave it was “Elements” which is why I was reminded of it when I read about the prompt for Stream of Consciousness this weekend.

Heart vs Muscle – SoC

I’ve stepped up to bat with the bit in my mouth, but I know that no one has bet on me.

They’d rather bet on the ‘bot at the pitcher’s mound.

I’ll show them that the heart is what they need.

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This little ditty was for the Stream of Consciousness prompt for this weekend.