The young monster dropped his cape to the table, and the battle began. An eerie tune began playing from somewhere outside the room, and the small Count Dracula was looking forward to “bloody good times”, as he put it. Starting to chase the girls first, he grabbed them easily and the blood poured. The Count then flags the newly turned vampire victims in the zone to cover the doors—because no one would be spared.
Lucy’s hot pink notebook was a kenspeckle choice for old Miss Picky’s “Seriously History” class. The sun hit the neon cover and temporarily blinded Miss P.. Lucy is now sitting in the principal’s office, listening to him say she should have known better.
I never want to run into a spider or it’s web anytime anywhere😳
Yes I believe in other dimensions. I hope to visit one after death🤷🏼♀️
I’m not a fan of graveyards in general, but no.👻
The most frightening book I ever read was “It” by Stephen King, when it was published in 1986. I was a fan of his stories, but he quickly became too prolific to keep up. I’m sure there are more scary books out there but I’m no longer a horror fan.🤡
A wolf because I love them and don’t think they are scary.🐺
♥️I am grateful my daughter’s tests showed she does have a serious medical condition but treatable. With both parents having had cancer, we were holding our breath. Thank the gods♥️
Ours not to question why, ours but to do or die, my version of a phrase from “The Charge of the Light Brigade” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. I admit saying this sometimes to my kids when my actions were questioned with “why?” because an unpleasant task had to be done. The inevitable never ending questions from the moment your child first speaks, and goes on forever until you finally retort with “Because I said so!” I know it’s not the ideal perfect parents’ response.
What day is it anyway? It’s Friday, damn it, but I’m apparently up in the clouds, Anyway, I’m finally here with your Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. I’m happy to announce Alex is back at school. He hasn’t complained about his stomach and I’m not reminding him to, but I’m still waiting to see what his test says on Monday. Anyhoo, here’s your prompt for this week:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “body parts.”Pick a body part and talk about it. Make sure to leave a comment below or put a disclaimer at the top of your post if it’s NSFW! There are people who participate in SoCS and love to support others, but not every one will want to read about private parts. Have fun!
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Okay is this trick or treat? Cause believe me there’s no part of my body that isn’t a trick and certainly no treat😅. Hauling around a 75 year body in a scooter may sound funny to you and well yes I have to admit it has it’s moments —like yesterday when I leaned over the front to reach the kitchen faucet, caught a bra strap on the backup lever and ended up in the living room before I could get it untangled. Yes I was dressed—get your mind out of the gutter😂and yes I need to turn it off before moving around on it. But where’s the fun in that? I like to live dangerously, like Dr. Nefario.
I was curious as to how long it took to film the opening sequence of 2006 “Casino Royale” and here it is. Six weeks! This was the first 007 movie starring Daniel Craig – my favorite Bond actor btw.
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The opening parkour chase is one of Casino Royale’s most spectacular set pieces– one of the most exciting in the entire franchise, in fact– and it took a whopping six weeks to shoot. Sep 24, 2020 screenrant.com
“Try me!” Joe reached for the fuse and lit the match. His Halloween was going to be spectacular this year. It had to be since the school was closed, no one was wearing costumes, and the whole town was engulfed in snow.
His finger wagging parent was not quick enough and the firework fuse was burning. They both dived behind a tree, waiting to see what would happen.
Suddenly a loud boom and the sky lit up with a huge orange Jack-o’-lantern. Joe’s dad just started laughing.
Throwback Thursday Memory Blog Hop is mine this week. Lauren and I take turns posting this challenge every Thursday. Participation is easy.
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This week’s prompt is: Independence
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I became semi independent at age 18 getting a good job and living in a boarding house. Then married, and raised three children. I was only forced to be truly independent after my husband died in 2013.
I had worked outside the home, started two businesses and earned my own money in our married years. While my husband was alive and working his job provided me the ability to work or not outside our home. After our kids left for college it was important for me to to do that.
Being what I would call an independent personality, it’s not always what it’s cracked up to be. In the 60s and 70s women were frowned upon for being independent. Now I tell my granddaughters “girl power”!
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