Casts Arise

Why ever have you done this
And trampled over me
Kept your joy contained
Even as it reigned free

Unless this was the plan
Perhaps more clever you are than I am

So I’ve got a cold and feel like crap. I wasn’t going to get up for a while yet because I was warm for once. One of our dogs, Helena, didn’t like that I wasn’t up right now this second. So she catapulted herself not just onto my bed, but directly onto me and started jumping around. She’s a medium-sized dog, our smallest, but she’s still a decent size and heavy enough to knock the air right out of you.

It wasn’t the wake-up call I had in mind and it was at least two hours earlier than I had planned. Unfortunately, I know from experience that trying to go back to bed while Helena wants you up isn’t just futile, it’s also incredibly foolish. She has no problems using her little claws to aid you in arising. Her claws aren’t sharp enough to cut, but they still hurt. (Clipping her nails is hard because they’re black and I don’t want to clip too far.)

Of course, heaven help you if you need to get up and she’s asleep on you.

(*Cackles*) – Thankful Thursday

It  might just be because I am currently exhausted (don’t ask), but I am taking a fiendish delight in the thought that my eldest niece is taking Driver’s Ed this year.

Now most people think that having a driver’s licence means you have freedom and control over your young life.

Oh, how wrong, just…oh, so adorably wrong!

(At least in my family…)

Once you get that permit and then that licence…

You have one more skill that you will be offering on the chopping block that is household chores.

Although, my niece seems to be taking this newest step into servitude the best out of all who have gone before her (me included for the short time that I was able to drive) and is actually looking forward to being able to take people to doctor’s appointments and grocery shopping.

It is that positive attitude that I am grateful for and now I am calmed down from my slightly hyena-like giggles.

(It’s been a long week.)

Check out the original Thankful Thursday.

Scold the Lemonade

When you are tired or sick or lacking in oxygen (for one reason or another) you find yourself doing the silliest things.

When I was preparing biscuits for dinner the other night (to go along with a lovely soup that Mom had made, it was definitely soup weather) I was a little light-headed. (I haven’t been getting enough restful sleep at night and yesterday my lungs were a little tight for some reason.)

So I started to sing.

This in and of itself is not unusual in my family. There is always singing or humming or whistling or the playing of an instrument in this house (except at night when there had better be no playing of an instrument in the house).

It’s the song I was singing.

It was something about how the biscuits were baking and I couldn’t find the pink lemonade mix and had to fill up an old water jug to make the berry/pomegranate mix instead.

This song actually went on for something close to ten minutes where I also scolded the lemonade mix, in the song, for hiding from me.

Was a great afternoon for the light-headed.

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.”


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.

Another Day

“We’re having a party! An international party! We’re having a party, of work well done!” The woman twirled around the room, idly singing songs she’d learned throughout her early childhood from various shows no longer on. “We’re having a party and we’re having a ball!”

Today had been a good day, a slow day and a slightly aggravating day all rolled into one. Then again, that was fairly normal as no one day was ever just one thing. It was always several things all at the same time no matter how clashing any of the many things might be to one another.

On the upside, her legs no longer ached after sitting for more than three minutes in a row and she didn’t have to spend five minutes, minimum, stretching out the calf muscles from their overexertion from previous days.

On the downside, the room was startlingly cold, not just chilly like it was for most everyone else in the house. No, it was cold enough to need extra socks, a sweater and a blanket wrapped around her freezing body, hands rubbing against one another randomly to generate more heat.

When not spinning around, she was unaccountably dizzy. When spinning around, her center of balance was perfect.

Meh, another day in the life.

Friendship’s Last Breath

Listen to what I have to say
And keep in mind it doesn’t have to be this way.
Sitting here within this room
Trying to keep my head above the gloom.
 
Back against the wall
Really wishing my answers would fall.
Even when I wish they wouldn’t come
At least then I’d know just what you’ve done.
There never seems to be an end
How can I still call you friend?
 
Sometimes I really wonder
Just why you came around
And kept on coming
Trying to bring me down.
 
Why is it that you
Must tear me down
And only to feel better
Like you own the town.
 
I thought that what we had
Was something to last the years
But after all we’ve been through
All I have left is my tears.
 
So why should I keep fighting
Trying to work this out
When you don’t seem to care,
At me, you only shout.
 
I have always said
That the relationship is of the most import
But lately I’ve been wondering
If in this storm I’m just your port.
 
You come and rest conveniently
Whenever you are down
But the moment I’m the one in need
You’re suddenly out of town.
 
This isn’t a one-ended thing,
I am not here to help only you
And then when I need someone for me
You get to claim another thing to do.
 
It’s all or nothing at this point
I’m tired of you running around
Leaving me with the bill
While above the mountains you bound.
 
So make up your mind
And make a decision,
Because this agreement we had?
I’m going to make a revision.
 
So sit down for a moment
And decide if you want me in your life
Because all you have done
Is cause me no end of strife.
 
Will this be a new beginning?
Or instead will our friendship be ending?
 

Inspired by the topic for the Dungeon Prompts this week.

One Voice, Many Speakers

She’s been beach combing for hours, hunting for unique shells along the tide line, putting dead ones in her bag, throwing the live ones back into the sea. As she turns to start her trek back, she stumbles over the sharp spires of a lightning whelk.

Whatever lived in the shell has vacated it, leaving an unobstructed view of the smooth, pink walls. Holding a hand against her left ear, she lifts the shell to her right, waiting to hear the rush of wind and water.

Instead, a voice emanates from the shell.


“Why are we doing this again?”

“Because we must find the Master!”

“But the Master left eons ago!”

“It was five minutes, FIVE MINUTES  YOU BLASTED-”

“Why are you guys always fighting?”

The voice continued to talk to itself in it’s tinny little voice, changing who was controlling the voice every sentence. She dropped the shell like a hot coal and like a hot coal that one has been holding for a while, her fingers refused to budge.

Great, now she was stuck with some kind of Dis-associative Identity Disorder Shell.

She hated going to the hospital to get weird things removed from her person. You’d think she’d have learned her lesson about picking things up in random places the last time she’d gone to the hospital to remove that marble she’d poked with her bare foot.


The first section is a prompt from Chaotically Yours, the second section is my continuation of the little story snippet. I’m very tired so this was the first thing to jump to my fingers and of course it’s a little silly.

Pay Attention – SoC

We often find ourselves sitting and reading something, or maybe watching something. What are we reading? What are we watching? Are we using any kind of discernment in our choices? What kind of choices are we making?

How will what you watch impact you?

I sometimes find myself reading and not really remembering what I was even looking at. I don’t know the plot, I don’t know the characters and I don’t even know the name of the story I’m reading through. So why am I reading it? Because I don’t want to sit and stare at a wall, of course.

Although, if I’m not retaining any information from whatever it is I’m reading/watching, then how different is that from staring at a wall?

Is there any other point in what I’m doing? Probably not, I just want to do something for the sake of doing it even if that something isn’t something that I’m actively thinking about.

But am I really not absorbing anything?

I’ve found myself lost in plenty of books before, but to be lost in the sense that I don’t even know how I got to the point in that story that I look up and find myself in? That also, sadly, has been a common occurance in my life. Usually because I’m really too tired to be doing anything. In such a case, sometimes I wish someone would just come alone and shut the laptop in front of me, or the book cover or switch the t.v. off. Of course, this might snap me awake and not in a pleasant move.

“Why did you do that? I was watching/reading that!”

“Really? It looked like you were zombiefying yourself there and it wasn’t going to be pleasant when you randomly start reading it out loud and leave the rest of us to wonder where the brain that we know you had at some point in your life turned to such drivel.”

So I ask you, what is it that you wish to accomplish from reading when you’re not really even aware of what it is your holding in your hands?

Trying to keep yourself awake? Because it looks like your failing at that.

Maybe you should close your book/laptop/turn off the t.v. and get some actual sleep?


If it isn’t obvious yet, I’m tired after this week. Very tired.

Inspired by this Saturday’s Stream of Consciousness prompt. The rules:

  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,” or “Begin with the word ‘The’.”

  4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people will come and read your post! The way to ping back, is to just copy and paste the URL of my post somewhere on your post. Then your URL will show up in my comments, for everyone to see. For example, in your post you can copy and paste the following: This post is part of SoCS: http://lindaghill.wordpress.com/2014/07/25/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-july-2514/  The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top.

  5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

  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. Have fun!