Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Novel.

This  part  of LindaGHill’s  Stream of Consciousness  Saturday  Linda  said  : ” Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “novel.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!”

Rules and Pingback  here 

What  a  novel  idea 

Sitting  in  the  kitchen  she finally  decided  to  try  something novel and new. A different  approach  maybe  it  would  work. Walking  to  the  bottom of  the stairs  she  cleared  her throat and  called out in a calm and pleasant  voice.” It is  seven o’clock  I shall be  leaving  here at seven thirty. Breakfast is  ready.”

She  returned  to the kitchen  finished  her  crumpet  and  coffee…. it tasted  really  good maybe because  she was not  getting up  every  five  minutes  to  to  shout  to  her  children.

Stacking  the  dishwasher  she  looked at  the clock, ten minutes until she needed to  leave. This  was a novel feeling , no  stress no  stomachache. At  seven thirty  precisely she picked up her car keys  and  handbag  and  left  the house.

On the drive  to work  she relished  the novel  feeling of  silence  and  peace. She  arrived  at  work on  time and  relaxed. At nine thirty  her mobile rang  she  turned it on  to silent and ignored it.  That  was novel  too but  it  would only  be  the children  wanting  this or  that!

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As soon as  she had  closed  the front  door after  a  five minute  stunned  silence  all hell broke  loose . There  were four  dazed teenagers  fighting for  the  bathroom, frantically searching  for  clothes. Mum had  only  called  them once and  she had  left  on  time.

Quiet a novel feeling  for them too. They  all had  to  fend  for  themselves and  they were all shocked  and  stunned!

Well Mum did  this  five  days on the  trot, she looked better  and  felt  better.

A Novel  side effect  the  children  got up  on  time  everyday , tidied  their  rooms  and  sorted  their  laundry!

Meanwhile  in  the  REAL  WORLD  nothing  changed…I  said  real  world , not  a novel!

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Thursday photo prompt-Anomaly#writephoto

This is  part of  Sue Vincent‘s

Thursday photo prompt – Anomaly #writephoto

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Anomaly  : The End

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The  birds  must  of  sensed  the  Anomaly  first  because  they  suddenly  left  the  area. No  bird  flew  within a  twenty  mile  radius of  moors. The lights  could be seen  by  day  and  night and  though  at  first  they  went unnoticed eventually  after  all the animals  left  and  all  the  flora  and  fauna  died   we finally  saw  the  lights.

What they  were  we  did not  know   but  people  thought  they  had  been  there  at  least a  month , well we  believe  it  had  been  much  longer  than  that.  News, unusually  for  news, spread  slowly. Looking back  I  think it  was fear  of  the unknown, everyone  thought if  they  ignored  the lights  they  would  go away.

The lights  did  not  go away  in fact  they  grew, slowly  at  first  but  now  six months  on  they  have spread  from Britain right across  Europe and  Russia,Alaska, Canada now they  are  heading  toward the  Americas. Nothing  seems  to  affect  them nothing  seems  able  to stop  them.

Yes the  scientist  and  military  have  been busy  testing  the  anomaly  but  they  cannot  test light  can  they ….. it is  just  colour  it  is transient  it cannot  be  caught, measured  or,as it  appears  stopped. Amazing  isn’t it  every  government  in  the  entire  world  is  cooperating   with each other…. All wars  have ceased  in an effort  to  solve  the  problem.

So the  beautiful lights  are  moving  around  the  world  encircling  us  all with  their  ethereal hues. All the  birds  are  gone, the  animals  too. Nothing  grows  anymore  and  we  are  all loosing our  humanity. The  government  did  try  to  keep order  with  the  army  but  as  soon as  the  stocks in  the  shops  ran out  anarchy spread  like  wild  fire.

It  is  everyone  for  themselves , it is unbelievable   there  are  bodies  rotting on  the  streets  people are  dying    of  malnutrition,  disease , thirst and  plain simple violence. It is  awful  we  are  terrified  to  go  out.

All those  pictures of  people trapped in  wars, refugees  struggling  hand  to  mouth,thousands  of  people  in  Africa  starving  it  is happening  here in the  so  called  modern  world , though  the way it is now  that all the  fuel has  run out, apart  for a  very  few, we may  as well e living in  the stone age. No  “Feed  the  world ” when it is so  badly needed!

I mention “The  very  few”, those with  money  enough or  deemed  worthy of  saving  have  been  hidden away somewhere  to  ride  this  out. I personally  do  not  think  the  earth  will recover  from  this. If  it  does  my  group  and  I  do  not  want  to be  around  to  see  what is  left.

So  I  have  left  this  very  brief  account  of  what  has  happened. Tonight  we are  going out  to  watch  the lights  and  party  with  the  alcohol and  food  that  we have  managed  to  accumulate   we have  not  much  strength left  and  we are  sure  someone  stronger  will kill us  for our  stocks  before  morning.

Suicide  I  can imagine  you are  thinking  as  you  read  that last  paragraph , well yes  but  we have  had  enough  there is  nothing left  to  live  for . The  lights  will soon  have  killed  the entire  planet. I  have  to  laugh something  so beautiful  has  brought  us  to  this. Beauty  has  slaughtered  us , well no  we have  slaughtered  each other .

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