The City In The Sky

July Writing Prompt: # 2 City in the sky

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Ever have one of those days

when you don’t want to be told where to go

so you just sit there and go nowhere

until you relize

It’s one of those days

when it’s not that being told what to do that bothers you

what bothers you is being told how to get there

and

how you should look, the clothes you should wear, the expression on your face modified for mass consumption.

There are some days when I just want to keep moving

and the only sound I want to hear

is the wind in my ears

until I reach that City In The Sky

where it rains when it wants to rain and it snows when it can and none of the houses look the same and the lawns are a little overgrown and dogs bark and cats chase birds and Werewolves dance with Zombies in wild abandon in the streets at sunrise and your Pizza Delivery is always on time.

 

 

 

Blocked

I hate it- HATE to admit I may ( from time to time ) suffer from Writer’s Block.

I’d rather tell you how much I weigh, or what it was like to have flowers delivered to my house for Valentine’s Day and when I read the card found out that they were delivered to the wrong house…of course that was after I took pictures of them and posted them on line.

So yeah, admitting that I upon occasion can’t whip up a story or poem is an ego cruncher for me.

This year I had a built in excuse for not being ‘creative’ how could I top the horror show that is life in the USA right now?

A Plague, a Sociopath as President, I moved to a town where you can’t get Gelato and the cultural center is a Walmart.

My Muse sits in a tree watching Murder Hornets build a hive and won’t share the details with me.

But then I remember this quote:

Maybe I need to fess up and say, sure I suffer from Writer’s Block like everybody else and when I do all I have to do is go out there and look for those Murder Hornets, do more then give the Hairy Eyeball to that jerk who sits across from me on the train and takes his mask off while he reads his bible, then prays- coughing and snorting the entire time because as he’s explained to me ” It’s a sin to hide from God . “

Murder Hornets.

Where are you when I need you?

I guess I’ll need to write about it.

Buh Bye Writer’s Block.

For now.

Prompt: One-Liner Wednesday, July 8th – That feeling when…

Share Your World

Share Your World 7-6-2020

In your opinion, what’s the closest thing to real magic?

Microwaving Peeps- I swear to God when Peeps poof out in the microwave I am awestruck

every

single

time.

Where is the worst smelling place you’ve been?

When the garbage train goes by the platform at the Station it is the worst smelling place on Earth bar none.

What are some things that you’ve heard in your own life, which sounded like compliments but were actually insults

” It’s so good to see you ( long pause ) again.”

What incredibly common thing have you never done?

I’ve never been asked to dance.

Where The Skies Are Not Cloudy

RDP Monday: IMPETUOUS

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I’ve seen it in the comment sections of blogs, I’ve seen it on FB, I’ve heard it on the train and on the buses.

” Why are people making such a big deal out of racism now? It’s always been around. Obviously it’s all politics. But it has to stop. People have to tone it down. It’s just so negative.”

I’ve actually got an answer for that.

People have been passionate about it, people have been beat and shot and not hired for jobs or fired from jobs because of it and they cried out for justice and relief from it literally from day one.

They’ve NEVER not talked about it because people have been living it.

And maybe you missed it because you weren’t listening.

Or maybe did hear it and just didn’t care.

At any rate, no you don’t get to tell anyone to tone it down or not be so loud or to stop protesting.

Whatever bubble you were in before, may you find it and float away to your happy place:

Where seldom is heard
A discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

 

Mine Smell Like Posies

RDP Thursday – FLATUS

I learned some interesting things when I looked up the definition for Flatus ( today’s RDP prompt )

I learned that a fart can kill you. Well maybe not murder you outright but holding it in can seriously mess you up.

People have googled ‘Can you get coronavirus from a fart ” and I want to know one thing….what the hell? How did this even become a question?

And

Boys don’t fart more then girls- which is bull because I raised three boys and they are Fart factories. I don’t care what science or Google say. It’s also a fact that girl farts smell like posies. I can say that because when girls fart we say so and given that guys seem to like Farts so much they agree. Also, they seem to enjoy it when we toot them out and pretty much give you a standing ovation-

Especially if it’s loud.

People write poems about Farts- but they stink. So I’m not posting them here.

Now here is a song that comes as close to explaining gas in the human body- actually it’s about bacteria but I love this song so I’m going to post it.

Wouldn’t want to hold it- doing that kind of thing can really hurt you.

It’s science look it up Here

Mabel’s Bookstore

Putting My Feet in the Dirt July Prompt:

1. The page where the heart speaks words

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My bus stop

is in front of a used bookstore called ” Mabel’s “

Mabel’s has a cat that likes to lounge in the window on top of a fuzzy, dusty set of Encyclopedia Britannica’s that smells like catnip and cat pee and you get a nose full of it when you open the door.

Mabel’s customers are too polite to point this out.

Because Maybel’s customers are cat people.

Maybel’s bookshelves are packed with books about cooking and romance and how to travel to France on a shoestring budget. There are even books about how to train dogs and collect butterflies and there are books about poetry- how to write it, how to read it and how to understand it too.

Those books smell like catnip and cat pee too, but Mabel’s customers ignore it because Mabel’s customers are cat people so when the occasional cat ( sometimes it’s a black cat, there’s a few Tabby’s and couple of Siamese cats too ) strolls along the top of the shelf and wants to jump down, Mabel’s customers will politely step aside and let them pass because

Mabel’s customers are cat people.

After years and years of standing in front of Mabel’s and getting a noseful of cat pee and catnip and sometimes cat fur too, I decided to go into Mabel’s and shop around.

Because I like books.

I strolled around shelves of books about fairy tales and books about Dungeons and Dragons and books with covers where the Vampires strapped in corsets and there is even a few spinner racks full of bookmarks and another with bookplates jammed into corners where the light switches are, which must make it a chore to switch the lights off and on- on the other hand I can’t seem to remember a time when the lights were ever off at Mabel’s.

I heard a meow and I looked up and then I heard another meow and I looked behind me.

A chubby little Tabby was sitting on a table next to a chair where Mabel’s customers sometimes sat and thumbed through a volume or too that smelled like cat pee and sometimes catnip.

” Hello Mabel’s Cat. ” I said stepping back because, to be honest I’m not a cat person. I think I might be allergic because my nose always tingles when I’m around them and my eyes water a little bit too.

Mabel’s cat jumped off of the table and when it hit the floor, it sent up a poof of cat fur from the floor and when it’s paws where firmly grounded it streatched up and up and in it’s place was a small chubby man with salt and pepper hair.

” You’re not a cat person I see. ” he said.

I crouched and fell gently forwards and when my front paws touched the dusty floorboards I shook my head from side to side, sneezed a little and said, ” Not even a little around the edges.”

I may have barked that and I may have barked it a little to loud but Mabel’s customers would not have pointed that out because even though the customers at Mabel’s are cat people, they’re very polite.

Even to dog people.

Line of The Times

Linda G Hill One Liner Wednesday Prompt: One-Liner Wednesday, July 1st

“There is nothing more frightful than ignorance in action.”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I remember one time when I was a kid, me and some of my neighborhood friends were sitting in the front yard with my dog.

He didn’t bark a lot, or very often but this time he did when about a dozen ‘big kids ‘ walked by. He jumped up from where he had been sitting and let them have it.

I couldn’t say why, but I’m guessing it was because there was so many of them and so few of us and he was feeling protective.

When the kids passed our house, my next door neighbor, who had never said a word to me before walked up into our yard, said hello and leaned over and started to pet my dog.

” You know,” he said ” my dog doesn’t like Black people either. Good boy. Good dog.” He ruffled his ears. ” Yep. Some dogs just don’t like black people.”

I put my hand on Sham’s head. ” He’s not supposed to bark like that. ” was all I could think to say.

My neighbor smiled down at me and grinned and when he did my dog yanked his head out from under my hand, he took it gently into his mouth and pulled me back.

I couldn’t tell you to this day if there was black kid in that crowd, there was so many of them and I wasn’t really paying attention. But that’s not the point.

The point is, my obviously racist neighbor who had never said a word to me before that day would never say another one for the eight years he lived next to us.

It was a short conversation and it’s made me wonder to this day- what would provoke an adult to tell a ten year old child – the only words he would ever speak to her- such an ugly, ignorant thing?

The Sweet And The Salty

RDP Monday: SALTY

I was going through this phase where I didn’t write about the things I ususally write about- the macabre, death, curses and hexes, demons and devils and monsters.

There didn’t seem to be a place for it right now.

At least, that was the message I got from my FB newsfeed- people were asking each other to not be so dark.

I thought that maybe this wasn’t the time to make a dark world just a little darker so I toned it down.

But then…ah yes BUT THEN

it occurred to me that I was making the world a sunny, happy place for people who were telling me what to think and how to feel and what to see and say.

Who does that?

When my dog barks, I let him get a few good woofs in because that’s what dogs do- they bark.

So guess what.

How about you let me bark and I’ll let you shine.

Deal?

What am I saying.

No deal.

Let’s just be who we are.

.

Goodnight Midge

Fandango’s Friday Flashback — June 26 I’ve flashed back to a story I wrote around this time last year- actually there were two others but I liked this one the best.

Why?

Because it was one where I followed the advice all writers hear, ” Write what you know.

So I wrote about being a Mom.

More or less.

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” I think there is a monster in my closet “

her daughter, Midge said for the one billionth time.

” No there isn’t. ” she told her daughtere- otherwise known as the kid who never got into bed when she was supposed to and could always find a way to avoid it.

” Mommy, I’m not fibbing. I think there is a monster in my closet. I think it has big sharp teeth and horns and knives for fingers.”

Midge pulled her fluffy pink comforter up to her chin and five of the twenty or so plush kittens she slept with tumbled to the floor.

” Mommy! Save my babies!”

Brenda leaned over and started to pitch Midge’s babies back up onto the bed. Her hair, which needed washing fell into her face and she could  see her yellow sweatshirt had popcorn kernels stuck to it.

She couldn’t remember when she ate popcorn last.

” Mommy. “

” No Midge. No I am not going to check your closet for monsters.”

” Why not? Don’t you love me?”

” No. I mean yes. Of course I love you. But I’ve been checking your closet for Monsters  every night since you were three years old and you’re seven now. Midge I’m tired of looking into your closet to check for monsters.”

Midge sniffed. ” It’s not like there are a million monsters. There’s only one, I think. Please. Please check.”

” Look. Just give me a break. I’ll tell you what. I’ll watch your babies and you check the closet for the Monster.”

Midge’s eyes went from little pools of blue light to gigantic saucer sized orbs. ” What if it gets me?”

” It’s never gotten me. Go ahead. I’ll wait and you be a big brave girl and check.”

Midge slid her comforter down and slid out of her white and yellow canopy bed.

She padded past her tea set and dollhouses and her shelves lined with dolls and books about fairies and princesses.

When she got to her closet door she reached for the knob and she turned to her Mother. ” If the Monster gets me, you’ll be sorry.”

” I’m sure you will be safe. Go on.”

Midge turned the knob and pulled the door open and then  a gust of warm air sent her flying forwards and she landed with a soft thud.

The door slammed shut.

” Mommy! Mommy help! The monster got me, the monster got me!”

Brenda  put her back against the closet door and slid to the floor. ” Actually Midge, ” said Mommy as she pushed a lock of hair behind one of her horns freshly sprouted horns with the shiny knife at the end of her finger that she hardly ever popped out anymore just for the Hell of it because she was too busy driving her daughter to dance lessons nowdays” The monster doesn’t want you! “

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RDP- Sunday–Closet

The Skinny

RDP Tuesday – What If

What if I gave you the skinny on some pictures I took, stripped away the distractions ( like color ) and told you a little story about each one?

I’d be glad to.

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Photo A.M. Moscoso

Fox Lake, Wisconsin– I thought this would make a great opening shot for a horror movie. Why? Because that’s how my mind works. That’s why.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Here’s the skinny. Someone died next to the tracks and when I took the picture I had no idea that had happened. I just saw a bunch of police cars and was going to send the picture to my friends who used to scam free parking down here and freak them out into thinking they were all going to get towed.

LOL on me I guess.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Anubis at the King Street Station in Seattle. He was there for the King Tut exhibit a few years ago. Anubis is gone and in his place is something called a ” sanitation station ” for the homeless people so they can have a place to clean up a bit and try to avoid spreading the coronavirus among their community.

I thought you’d rather see the picture of Anubis instead of one of a well maintained port-a-potty and a hand washing station. If not, well. Ugh on you.

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