The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Dec. 28/19

It’s the last Saturday of 2019 and so it’s the last SoCs of the year.

LindaGHill said, “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “year.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy! #SoCs

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Year Ending was a strange place nothing much ever happened there. The streets were always shrouded in half light, that late afternoon light just before it gets dark. There was always rain or snow, even both on occasion. The houses were always dressed for Christmas but the decorations inevitable looked old, tired!

There was always something in the air, a coming to an end of things past that cannot be undone and a conflicting expectancy of an unknown start a comming. Nothing ever got started or ended it was as if everyone and everything there was caught in a void.

Just up the road in the next town everything was bright and new everything was hustle and bustle. The streets were lined with houses that looked brand new. People were busy full of good intentions and resolutions! Yes everything was always bright and new.

Two towns only a minute apart, yes indeed Year Ending and New Year.

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Mary and Jo Part 25

Today is the twenty fifth day of Advent, Christmas Day. I would like to re-run my take on the Nativity story. I first wrote this in 2011, in the style of prosetry

Irena got there first a huge smile on her face, she was so happy to be doing her real job, even if it was in a strange place. She could not believe the sight that met her eyes, there was a cat and a dog and the lady from up the way and doves covered the skies.
Well she thought we can’t move her now she will have to give birth here in the gazebo! It felt so good to be wearing her blues again, Jo was flapping quietly rubbing Mares’ back pretending he was in control…. but that was all in vain!


Annya arrived she almost hurdling the bushes, how are things going she asked Irena, who smiled replied you have made it in time for the pushes. So between the four of them a little babe was born. It was strange it took all night but some how it did not not seem long
Mares seemed so calm , in fact she was serene, Annya was amazed and told Irena for a “first time mum” she was the calmest she’d ever seen. There seemed to be so many people there,angels people later said, with golden flowing hair and bright rings around their heads.
The pets from up the road and the lady too, and some shepherds arrived with their sheep they all wanted to be there too. It all seemed so surreal Oh! was it a dream.Here in the gazebo with doves and sheep and things!! The star above the hotel began to burn so bright it turned the scented garden and gazebo into a haven of light.


And so the babe is born. This the first day of the new dawn. This child has come to lead the way to take us to a better day.
The shepherds brought their sheep as gifts to the young king and his parents in love to keep. Josh has bought his friendship band he placed it in the baby’s hand. The children offered up the paper chains they had made with Mares and she in turn has kissed them all and blew away their cares.
On their way towards the hotel Delph in a limousine our three wise men are approaching fast they want to warn Jo again and fast.
But for now all is light and all is love as the star shines down from heaven above, born for us this day our saviour to wash our sins away.

Mary and Jo Part 24

Today is the twenty fourth day of Advent, leading up to Christmas. I would like to re-run my take on the Nativity story. I first wrote this in 2011, in the style of prosetry. This though is another brand new chapter.

image from Pixabay

Mary awoke a looked at the star, it was brightest up in the sky by far. “Gabe said there would be star to say just where we are do you think we are safe here?” Jo told her that God would not let harm come to his son so they need not fear.

“What shall we call him?” Jo asked, “Gabe had told me his name” Mary whispered. “I want to choose his name” said Jo. “Okay” replied Mary, ” what do you want his name to be.” Jo thought the he smiled and replied, ” Jesus, let’s call him Jesus”. Mary smiled a huge smile and happily agreed, knowing that was the child’s chosen name.

“I shall teach him my trade I shall love him he will be my boy, Mary we will show him so much joy.” He will have a childhood just like all other children they both agreed.

Image from Pixabay

The angels looked down and smiled, the knew the right parents had been found. Later that evening Mary began her labor.

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Of Blurbs, And Other Things

Lookie, lookie Ritu has a publishing date and we can all pre oder !

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Mary and Jo Part 19

Today is the nintheenth day of Advent, leading up to Christmas. I would like to re-run my take on the Nativity story. I first wrote this in 2011, in the style of prosetry. Today’s chapter is actually a new one.

The animals and children came daily, the grown ups came at night. The path to the Hotel Delph was trod gaily and the place was full of love and light. So far it was locals and guests who visit the young couple somehow they were a secret well kept. The manger was delighted as his sales were up and the hotel was out of debt.

image from Pixabay

So it was a huge surprise when the camera crew from the local news arrived. Gabriel was not happy, he was not best pleased. In fact he actually was experiencing feelings , which put him ill at ease. Now luckily for Gabe the concierge was used to handling publicity, he said “Gabe my man relax and leave it all to me.”

Image from Pixabay

So when they set their cameras up at the brake of day , David the consierge was out to greet them with a tale that would soon have them on their way.

David greeted them withs and hot coffee, he asked why they had picked the Delph hotel. They said they had come to see the young couple who had this place under a spell. “Oh! what a shame” smiled David, “you’ve missed them by just hours , but if you get a move on you’ll catch Posh and Becks as they arrive at The Staton Towers.”

Strangely this seemed to work a treat, and David smiled and waved as they drove off up the street. Gabe joined David on the forecourt .Gabe thanked him heartily and David said that playing with the press was just like sport.

So once again for now our secret is safe and Mares and Jo can relax again in their safe place.

Image from Pixabay.

Mary and Jo part16

Today is the sixteenth day of Advent, leading up to Christmas. I would like to re-run my take on the Nativity story. I first wrote this in 2011, in the style of prosetry

Image from Pixabay

“I have an idea” said Balthazar “I think we should wear our national robes to show honour to a new king I have mine with me do you two need to go shopping”.
The other two men smiled and produced the robes they’d brought, they had all had but one thought.

The shepherds on the way down from the pastures to the town discussed whether the sheep would be a good idea for the parent’s of the new king to keep. We must take them though our intentions we need to show.
Sitting quietly in the back was Josh a nephew who was out with the shepherds the night the angels came. He will never forget the light, the voices or the beauty, he will never be the same again.
Scouring his mind Josh wanted to find a gift but he had none, then in his pocket something slipped into his hand he did not know at first but his search was done. A friendship bracelet his friend had given him, as he had left to go and fight a war. This bracelet had protected him and now it would carry the protection over to the new king

a gift fit for a king

Sitting back and feeling good he was happy to pass his good luck on to the new child who was to be the One. Easier now in his head he relaxed and closed his eyes and relived last night. The angel and how was lit the countryside. He felt angel wings touch his face and felt his soul fill with grace.

Image from Pixabay

Mary and Jo Part 15

Today is the fifteenth day of Advent, leading up to Christmas. I would like to re-run my take on the Nativity story. I first wrote this in 2011, in the style of prosetry

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LISTEN TO ME HAVE YOU HEARD I WAS TOLD MY A PASSING BIRD.

My mistress has been knitting all week it has been so long she since has been this happy. She has been singing a song. Now I can tell and this is true I can’t remember her this happy not since I was new!
Well miss pussy my young master has been so excited about a baby soon to be born he has been doing all his home work early, and before school he is up at dawn .
It is that young couple staying at the hotel yes, yes it is. I like their smell. Well miss pussy what do you say shall we go and a visit pay?
I should really love to do so I am so grateful that they have made my mistress sing so. I have a toy mouse as gift I could take, that sounds lovely but it makes me blue, because I have nothing to give them, unlike you. Don’t be silly doggy dear you have lots of love to spare. yes your right when all else fails love is the gift that never pales.
So these two friends of old are going to join the fold of those who’s lives have touched by these two young people who’s child will mean so much.

Image from Pixabay

LISTEN TO ME HAVE YOU HEARD I WAS TOLD MY A PASSING BIRD.

Mary and Jo Part 14

Today is the fourteenth day of Advent, leading up to Christmas. I would like to re-run my take on the Nativity story. I first wrote this in 2011, in the style of prosetry

Mares looking into the future

Mares was a resting, sitting in a comfy chair wondering what her life would be like when her child was here. Jo was in the garden talking with Gabriel, that amazing angel had more important news to tell.Will her baby really be the saviour of man, will he have a strange life and die the worst of deaths known to man. All things were frightening all things seemed too much but overriding all these fear she longed for this baby and it’s touch.Annya had just been with her and told her all was well but she needed to rest as her blood pressure was as high as hell. Annya was going out  but Irena was around again Mares counted her blessing for this little haven Jo had found.The children had been in earlier they had been singing songs. Mares loved it when they came and made a happy throng. They had told her of the lady down the street who had been busy knitting for the babe she had yet to meet.  Mares remembered the lady she had arthritic  hands, Mares had wanted to straighten her fingers and help her as the lady was so sweet.

Jo and Gabe talking

Jo and Gabe were outside talking, they had things to discuss. Gabe was telling Jo of Herod and that as soon as Mares had, had the child and was ready they should leave Bethlehem without any fuss. Gabe told Jo that Herod was a bad man without a conscience at all and that to make sure there was no king to usurp him he would slay all children under one,yes he would slay them all.

Then he had some good news about three good and wise men who would visit them soon. They had bought some strange gifts for the baby and they would have news of Herod too. They were clever  men and he would like them all three. OH! Yes there would be shepherds they were coming from the pastures above the town they also wanted the baby to see. They were also bringing a gift of some of their sheep .  “Sheep !” said Jo, “Sheep , do you mean live ones we can keep?? ”

Gabe looked at Jo, at the shock in his eyes and he said “come on Jo don’t panic now I know it all sounds mad. But you will find along the way that good times are to be had” Jo really was not sure it all seem far too big “come on ” smiled Gabe  you are going to nail this gig.

all images from Pixabay

Thursday photo prompt: Chill #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a landscape wearing a light dusting of snow. From the hill, where skeletal heather and brown grasses pierce the snow, a valley spreads out below, lit by the rays of a pale sun.

After the noise of the battle earlier the silence cut like a knife. The snow was doing a good job of covering the dead and dying. From nowhere came silver rays from the sun bathing the valley in an almost gentle way.

It seemed almost impossible that only at dawn she had stood on the horizon looking toward the castle wondering what was to come. There had been no snow or cold when she had arrived. The witches still held sway over the climate around the castle. Yet as she had stood in the early morning warmth wondering about her future she had felt the temperature drop and seen the white of the Vampire winter approaching.

Realising there was no time to waste she ran to the castle altering those within to the incoming danger. Not bothering to morph from wolf to human she bounded up the stairs howling. She halted at the sight of Ewan, relieved to see he was back to his old irritating self! He confirmed this by patting her head. ***********

The men, dwarves and elves were ready, Rachel told Ewan that the warewolves were on their way. Everything was set and ready, the battle was nigh.

The snow and ice covered the ground silently, it didn’t fall from the sky it was just there. The temperature plummeted, the men’s breath frosted their beards as they saddled their horses, the dwarves drew their cloaks about them against the cruel wind, their axes glinting in the pale morning light. The elves lined the turrets their quivers full of wooden arrows tipped with silver.

The men on horses rode out across the draw bridge and lined up outside the castle in a phalanx the others formed a line infront of then with their spears and weapons raised. Not one of these brave men had ever fought vampires before. The dwarves were ready inside the gates singing and banging drums. The women, children and the old were all inside the castle praying to their gods . Alicia, Lisa and Rachel stood on the ramparts with the elves.

Then of a sudden a whispering, a screaming, a moaning carried across the valley and up the hill towards the castle. “They are here” shouted Alicia, “where” shouted the men. Too late they were upon them , bodies flew around, and were torn apart, men’s and horse’s hearts ripped out and thrown upon the ground. The vampires were invisible they picked the men off simply and cruelly. Within minutes men lay dead and dying, disemboweled, quartered some just drained of blood.. The elves fired into thin air and many arrows met their mark, revealing the evil vampires, writhing and screaming as they caught on fire then turned to dust.

Not a man was left standing not one survived the carnage. All the while the vampires fill the air with their screams and threats.

Hope stirred in her cot, she visualised the Vampire hoards and broke their veil of invisibility. The Elves took aim and fired their arrows up into the sky from where they rained down on the the enemy. The dwarves now came into their own as each vampire swooped at them they used their honed weapons to decapitate as many as they could. Sadly the dwarves took heavy losses.

Lisa and Alicia felt Hope’s power and they joined with her willing the sun to shine at its brightest and hottest. Slowly their powers joined and the warmth in the sun turned into heat. The elves could see the younger vampires crawling up the castle walls and taking advantage of the light they shot at them mercilessly. Rachel looked out to the plains where she saw that the hoards of Vampires were still massing. All was lost how could they cope how could the beat these numbers? The humans barring the women, children and old all dead, all gone. The Dwarves were valiantly holding the castle but for how much longer!

Then a miracle happened the Vampires began to feel the effects of the sun.. they began to burn, black dust from them coated the snow. Their war screams turned to wails of anguish and pain as they died.

The order from the ancients went up R

“Retreat, Retreat” and soon the sky was full of retreating and burning vampires.

After the noise of the battle earlier the silence cut like a knife. The snow was doing a good job of covering theb dust and human dead and dying. From nowhere came silver rays from the sun bathing the valley in an almost gentle way. The heat was gone and the cold had returned. The vampires had gone for now they would be back at night.

Hope stirred in Lisa’s arms as her power subsided so did her mother’s and Alicia’s. “Sleep for now Hope my darling” whispered Lisa, ” they shall not have you” The child smiled in her sleep.

To be continued.

If you wish to read Lisa’s and Rachel’s story up to this point you can find it here.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.

Mary and Jo part 10, recap.

Today is the tenth day of Advent, leading up to Christmas. I would like to re-run my take on the Nativity story. I first wrote this in 2011, in the style of prosetry.

Now lets see where we have got to lets what we already know. We have our young couple expecting a baby any time and they have no where to go.

They have to go to Bethlehem to register for their taxes and we know that in the last few months their lives have been knocked off their axis. They had both been visited by big boy Angel Gabriel he had shocked them with his news and even if it was an unexplained pregnancy he promised all would be well.

They had made the journey to Bethlehem on Jo’s beloved moped and arrived safely but they had nowhere booked. Mary being pregnant they needed a place hastily. After being turned away from everywhere they found the Hotel Delph

The security man had said he had a room where they could stay.
The children of the staff at the hotel where happy to spend time with them they all had lots of fun and even played show and tell. The children in the town all knew what the new child would be, they all knew he would be special, he was to set them free.

Shepherds on the hills above Bethlehem town had had a visit from angels too they had lit the skies up and truly brought glory all around. The shepherds had understood the message and were on their way to see the soon to be baby and to him homage pay.

Also we have three astrologers of royal blood who had formed magi.com and their latest and most important project is to follow a new star travelling west from where they are.

They had, had a meeting with their rival, Herod.com he was after all their findings and they felt his motives where not good when he asked where the babe was to be born.

magi.com were wise men not to trust Herod as he was threatened by the thought of new king who might usurp his place. He did not want another king, as he saw it, muscling in on his place. He came up with an answer to what he saw as a threat. To kill all male children under one year old that way he would be rid of the new king on that, his company, he’d bet.

So we have a pregnant couple like pied pipers to children, we have shepherds who see angels and three wise men. Sadly we have a villain a nasty, nasty man who to keep his kingdom for himself will do all that he can.

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