Story Starter Saturday- 1/28/23 Sweet Dreams


Your sentence starter this week is:

  • Am I asleep, or am I dreaming? This question whirled through her mind.



    Sweet Dreams

    “Am I asleep, or am I dreaming? ” This question whirled through her mind as she listened to the TV.

    Barb sat straight up in bed having almost fallen asleep.

    “Did that idiot just say that private property causes Global Warming?!”

    Barb glanced at her husband, Dennis, to see he had dosed off with the TV on again. Now she was wide awake and angry ‘to boot’. Bill Gates was framed on the screen, sickly grinning, and proposed once more that no one should own property or cars.

    Barbara was so agitated she hit Dennis square in the face with her pillow. He flailed and sat up beside her.

    “What the heck, Barbara?! You nearly gave me a heart attack! What’s wrong?”

    “You fell asleep again with that Communist News Network on. Why in the HELL do you watch that garbage!”

    “It’s funny and boringly predictable at the same time. You know I can’t just fall asleep like you do.”

    “If you insist on watching that station, then you better make darn sure I’m asleep from now on before you tune in. It’s disturbing and alarming to me. And if you don’t understand how disturbing it is, I’ll be happy to hit you with my pillow when it’s left on in the future!”

    Dennis, now awake, changed the channel to Investigation Discovery. The show playing was about a woman gradually poisoning her husband to death.

    “That’s more like it! Goodnight Dennis. Sweet dreams.”




https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2023/01/28/story-starter-saturday-mix-28-january-2023/

Simply Six Minutes- 1/24/23 Maximus RIP

The challenge is to write a story in 6 minutes using the photo below as the prompt.

My people called me “Fluffy”. But you can call me “Maximus”.

That’s what my homies called me.

Yep, I was all THAT after dark with the ‘ladies’ too.

I lapped saucers of milk (that gave me gas), squeezed into tissue boxes, sprawled on keyboards, but mostly lazed on windowsills during the day… every day, until last Spring.

It was then my people decided to renovate the cellar, but they conveniently forgot to barricade the crawlspace under the front porch, so it was then I found my avenue to FREEDOM.

Tipping garbage cans and yowling at the moon made me feel alive!

Then I saw her. The prettiest little calico on Earth!

Matty was her name and lovin’ was her game. M-E-O-W!

Now it’s over. My 9th life left me after an ill-timed leap showing off for my Matty at the dump.

My only regret is all these darn steps on this stairway to heaven!

I wonder if they’ll have windowsills up there. I could use a rest.

https://christinebialczak.com/2023/01/24/simply-6-minutes-welcome-to-the-challenge-01-24-2023/



The Sunday Whirl #589- I See Your Outrage, Here’s Mine.


I See Your Outrage, Here’s Mine


Watch me all you want!”

Jamuh shouted at his neighbors as they each stood staring at him from behind glass. Someone had already reported him twice!

The 4th Covid lockdown had turned almost all usually rational, friendly, people into danger averse cowards. Jamuh was having none of this nonsense. All he could do was challenge the gathering mentality of “sheep” and disrupt their mass insanity.

“I suppose me walking alone outdoors upsets your silly sense of safety! Do you see a murder being committed or a victim you hope will die?!”

Jamuh had been suddenly cut off from traveling, dining out, and going to work only because his instincts had told him that the “shot” was going to be ineffective and possibly dangerous. Hadn’t anyone learned from the past?

“YOU KNOW WHAT’S DANGEROUS?! FOOLS WHO THINK THEY CAN TELL OTHERS WHAT TO DO!”

As he stomped round the corner, his flesh crawled. He thought no one could craft a better tactic for implementing government totalitarianism than this virus even if he worked directly for the CCP.

He’d never told anyone else what to do yet he was supposed to be some kind of criminal?

“One day they’ll find out how they’ve been used as enforcers for the state…as guinea pigs… and as agents of their own destruction.”

As he made the circle toward home, Jamuh had calmed. He knew no one would hunt him down and apologize for all of this. He’d never ask them to either, as long as they all learned to mind their own business.


{FYI-The name Jamuh means “defiant”.}

https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2023/01/22/wordle-589/

Weekend Writing Prompt #295- Mistaken Identity

Mistaken Identity


Helen began her evenings, since she started her first week as a kindergarten teacher, with a glass of wine.
Her degree hadn’t prepared her for constant chatter and the “Why? question” hundreds of times a day!

By the next Monday, she worried why Lydia (the one student who sat quietly observing) hadn’t join the chaos. Helen became concerned about identifying a ‘learning disability’ frequently described by professors, so she decided to investigate.

“Lydia, why don’t you ask questions?”

“I didn’t want you to think of me as loquacious.”


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Reena’s Xploration Challenge #264- A Story of Arrogance Sponsored by Greed

Reena asks us a question this week:

Janus is the god of beginnings, gates, transitions, time, duality, doorways, passages, frames, and endings. He is usually depicted as having two faces. The month of January is named for Janus.

Source: Wikipedia

We counted backwards at midnight on 31st December 2022.

How should we go forward now? I need to know how many months, weeks, days I have to make my life or this world a better place to survive. I may not die at the end of this year, nor will the world end. But it will be criminal to lose time.

Or do you prefer going with the flow, and letting life unfold on its own?

I would love to see your take on this.

A Story of Arrogance Sponsored by Greed




Shelly was excited to get busy!
Her major in Earth Sciences had prepared her for a career in meteorology but her university experience had given her an unrequested minor in Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion.
She was determined to make a BIG impact and “save the world”!

Immediately Shelly was inducted into a graduate program with a mission to ‘solve’ Climate Change. It was well funded by the U.S. government so Shelly knew her scientific energy wouldn’t have any barriers. She began at once.

The weather was after all primarily influenced by the winds, so she decided to chart all incidences of the doldrums-which was a name for the stagnating occurrence of a ‘pause’ in the flow of ocean winds. She felt that increases in that ‘pausing’ of wind currents was a crucial clue that could lead her to making an impactful discovery thus solving the Climate Change Crisis and saving the whole world.

Having spent the first morning in an induction mandatory “equity” training, she couldn’t wait to jump into her research!
But like an electric shock, her training’s ‘philosophy’ abruptly bumped up against her ‘scientific expertise’ and she almost lost her balance as she sank into a chair.

On one hand, she was supposed to make mankind ‘healthier’ by diligently working to produce equal human outcomes, but her wind flow studies clearly indicated that unequal forces were the basis for the wind which maintained nearly all of the Earth’s health.

Shelly felt numb but continued to examine that paradox. Was the DEI movement a cloaked, contradictory, cause with hidden motives? Why hadn’t she noticed that?!

Shelly paced while talking to herself.
“Diversity and equity can’t even occupy the same space much less the same cause! Either the mission is to embrace ‘differences’, or it’s seeking to produce ‘sameness’, it can’t possibly do both. Sameness is a ‘death sentence’ in Nature. I’m not sure human ‘sameness’ would automatically be good for the World.”

When she brought her confusion to the also well-funded DEI unit assigned to her program, she was told to never, ever, express her questions and concerns to anyone. The reason they bluntly PRIVATELY offered was, “We will most certainly lose our funding and YOU will lose your job!”

Shelly knew it would be “criminal to lose time in her pursuit of ‘saving the world’ ” but it now was crystal clear that that egotistical super-human activity shouldn’t have ever been her focus.

Feeling foolish and embarrassed, she handed in her job resignation the next day and decided to run for public office where she could have a better chance of saving her own community (perhaps her country) from being bamboozled into wasting valuable monetary resources on ‘pie in the sky’ goals. An arrogant human element was more immediately endangering everyone than Climate Change, and its name was GREED.




https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2023/01/19/reenas-xploration-challenge-264/

Simply 6 Minutes- 1-17-23- Spoiled Much?

For this challenge, Christine asks us to write a story in just 6 minutes inspired by the photo below. If you’d like to join, follow the link at the bottom of this post.

Amanda was an only child and had moved out of her family home 9 years and 4 months ago leaving many of her personal items behind.
At first, her excuse not to take them was because of her tiny efficiency off-campus apartment.
Then, she graduated and moved across the country.
And two years ago, she got married and had a child.
Every time her mother expressed a desire to ‘clean up’ Amanda’s old room, she absolutely refused for anyone else to ‘rummage’ through “her memories”.
Finally, her mom and dad decided to sell their family home and buy a motorhome for doing some long ‘wished for’ traveling.
Her mom boxed up every little item including stuffed animals, dried up hair conditioner, and a deflated balloon from Amanda’s 17th birthday.
When Amanda received the hastily packed box ‘postage due’ she had a hissy fit. Everything clearly had been dumped into it!
Inside the box, she found this note:

Dear Amanda,
Here are the “memories” that you’ve somehow forgotten. There was absolutely no rummaging involved in the packing of this box. Consider the price of ‘postage due
the accumulated storage fee that was accruing for 9 years. No need to thank us for the family discount price.

You’re welcome just the same.
Love,

Mom and Dad



https://christinebialczak.com/2023/01/17/simply-6-minutes-welcome-to-the-challenge-01-17-2023/

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #263- Fear and the UNKNOWN

I have chosen words or situations for this week’s prompt from Baba Vanga’s predictions for 2023.

  • Devastating solar storm
  • Explosion in a nuclear plant
  • Human birth in laboratories
  • Alien attacks
  • Earth changing its orbit
  • Bioweapons

You need not use the words verbatim. You can use one or more of the situations as a stimulus for imagination and base your piece on it.



Fear and the UNKNOWN: The Promotion of Fear and Ignorance through Censorship

Jesse folded his hands and sat back from the computer screen.
The staff prediction’s list in front of him, of mostly apocalyptic events, made him chuckle. Most had already happened to some degree and the others were based on what his more alarmist fellow science fiction editors liked to call unverified ‘conspiracy theories’.
He’d come to accept that blatant lack of self-awareness from co-workers, that was currently spreading faster than Covid-19, but rather than get upset by it, he chose to be amused.

Theories, after all, encompassed the whole genre with which they were dealing. Only recently had the modifier of “conspiracy” become a popular ‘wink’ for dismissing big ideas. The only conspiracy he could detect was this new, unimaginative, ‘group denying’ of thought according to ‘tastes’. But the covert- and alarming- call for censorship was not something registering on his ‘amusement meter’. He wanted people who worked for him to have a great deal of intellectual confidence in their ability to entertain all ideas.

Current recommendations to remove ‘misinformation’ from the public square by ‘experts’ (and political tyrants) who believe the public is subject to mass hysteria, made Jesse shudder. He’d even heard a few folks complain that other people’s ideas were harmful! Jesse understood how more information and ideas, not less or fewer, offer us the better chance to remain calm and reasonable when tested.

The dire prediction on the list of an Alien Attack in 2023 had tickled him the most, though. Jesse wondered how many of his young staffers were aware of the Orson Welles radio broadcast of War of the Worlds in 1938. If so, he wondered if they’d confirmed their elitist inclinations a bit from the media propaganda of that time. He decided to call a meeting in order to give them more information.

As for the rest of the list of 2023 predictions, Jesse thought, “Who knows?”.