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This week for Sunday Confessionals, we have one goal only : Express yourself! Let your creativity take over and bring something out into the open.Please feel free to create in any medium that inspires you or calls to you, or share previously crafted creations that are important to you – because you felt like you really expressed yourself with them.
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Being creative with expression in today’s world seems to have gone way too far off the mark. Words expressed in accusing manners (and I must add that I have been accusatory here on the blog) are detrimental to making valid points. Once you start using epithets people are usually turned off and stop listening.
Frustration feeds on this and soon it all gets out of control and ends up in violent action. I think anonymous texting and emailing is supplementing this problem.
When a member of our government can write and speak epithets in a public forum with no consequence, this country has a problem.
When a president of our nation can spout trash talk and act irresponsibly, it is dangerous and inflammatory and we have a problem. Freedom of speech was never meant to allow this, in my opinion.
“What’s your story?” The old man asked the man sitting next to him at the bar. The younger uniformed man was drinking a few shots in succession.
“A pretty bad one, actually and you wouldn’t want to hear it.”
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know. I think I’ve been right where you are now…just returned from the front?”
“Yes, got back this morning. I don’t know why I thought “coming home” would be easy. No one cares, no one knows or wants to know about the war.”
“Like I said, I’ve been you, coming back from Vietnam. No parades for sure and even apathy. Have you found a place to stay yet? There’s a veteran owned hotel on Smith Avenue where you can get a good rate, in the meantime.”
Hours of whispered prayers were conjuring relief to the woman who was on her knees, thanking the gods. She was deep in the forest where the wonder of the gloaming offered a sense of calm and peace. Seeds of regret continued to smudge and stain her thoughts, but the compassion she was feeling started to emerge. She had taken chances with her actions but after feeling a connection to forgiveness, she was grateful.
Joe tried to ignore it. He suffered from insomnia but this was different. Turning over again, put his good ear on the pillow. The tap continued, not stopping or muffled at all. Joe needed his sleep because in the morning he was meeting…her. Still nervous and anxious he would ask her. Joe, a widower, wanted more in his life. His dead wife wanted his attention.
Your three words today are: BROKEN SHATTER SMASHED
Tree Broken Split and smashed Ghostly gray shape Weaving and listing Feathery green leaflets Stretching sideways for cover Torn open, cruelly shattered Mother Nature’s lightning strike result Sad
But, but. . .but, I’m the smallest one here, and if there really is a monster in there, I will be easy prey! Why not send Biggie Roberts? He’s a bully anyway, who cares if the monster gets him? Sam starts to cry.
That’s why they call you Snivelly Sam. You’re always blubbering about something. You lost the count. Now go in!
Sam hesitates and then pulls himself up to his tallest three foot five and wipes his eyes and noseon his sleeve. Okay, he thought, I’ll show them! He put one hand in his pocket to hold onto the lucky penny his grandad gave him and squeezed it as he opened the creaky door and stepped inside. The door shut behind him.
It’s been fifteen minutes, did you guys hear anything? I didn’t either. Think we should go in after him?
After another five minutes, Sam came outside with a big smile on his face, and the boys outside were shocked.
What happened? What was inside, was it scary?Why are you smiling?
Sam just kept on walking home. The rest of the boys just looked at each other in amazement, following along behind with their questions. Sam walked into his house and left them outside. His mom said, hello honey, did you have fun today? Sam smiled and told her about the friendly old grandma in the haunted house who fed him cider and donuts as a Halloween treat.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “signa…” Find a word that starts with “signa” and use it in your post. Enjoy! A railroad signal imitates life—should we be on a road or track and ignore a signal or should we be cautious, observe a warning or sign and take the time to stop and think. I’ve done both in my life, being impatient, but learned in later years to be more cautious.
I liked it, ideas of principles that will benefit we Americans. I especially liked the tax parts, hope it happens. What really bothered me was Johnson and his expressions which I thought were disrespectful, but typical of him. And heckling should never be allowed at a state of the union speech. It is embarrassing and shows the world what type of people have influence in our country.
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