Stream of Consciousness  Saturday: Your, You’re,Yore, Push the Button.

This  is part  of  LindaGHill’s  SoCs , this  week Linda  said  : Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “your/you’re/yore.” Use one, use them all, but whatever you do, enjoy!

Sorry this is two days late.

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Traya  looked  me  straight  in  the eye  and  said , ” Okay  Traya  just what is on your mind  what is it  that  you need  answers for? ” Well I was  astounded how  could  this older  me did  not  realize  why  I had questions. This  whole situation  was bizarre, I was here,goodness knows  where, my  friends  had disappeared along  the way . I was  sitting  here  being  asked  to  do  great  things  but  no one, no  one  had given  me  any  straight answers.

You’re joking” I replied, feeling my cheeks flush with rage. Traya assured me she was not and promised she would explain all as soon as was possible but for now we must get on with the job in hand. 

You’re  our only hope,on you rests the future of humanity! Come on just trust me. l am you and I know what I am talking about! ” With that she grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the room.

You’re like the saviour knight from days of  yore. ” Traya the elder called over shoulder at me. ” I know this is all so confusing for you and we are asking a great deal but believe me, I , you, me we have to do this. I have done it all before and failed but I know you can do this. 

No way ! My mind was screaming how could I be responsible for the whole of humanity? I must of been showing my emotions because older Traya stopped and hugged me and whispered in my ear.”We can do this , believe me we can do this, I know the mistakes I made and I will be inside your head every step of the way. ”

What ” I shouted ” You’re , going to be inside my head “. I was shaking now. “Yes” Traya smiled, “see that button on the door”, “yes” I replied, “well”  Traya smiled ” Push the Button! ”

To be continued:

Part  one

Part two

Part three

Part four 

Part Five

Part  Six

Part seven

Part eight

Part nine

Part ten

 Part eleven

Part twelve 

Part thirteen

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Press The Button : Part 10

Come on they said  they  are  waiting  for  you . So I  followed  the  children, unsure  of  anything  at  all. I could  not  remember  where  I had  come  from , what  my  name  was or if  anyone  had  come  with  me. The children seemed  to know exactly  where  they  were  going , which was certainly  more  than I  did.

We followed a  long  corridor, dark and metallic . There  where bright blue lights in  the ceiling which gave  the place a clinical look. d70a8d45e359bd7e32b4388de1140538

I kept  close  behind  the  children as I did not  want  to get lost in  this  vast  and  endless place . All was dark  and  cold  and  totally  deserted. The  sound of  our  footsteps  echoed  loudly  as we  traveled  along  this vast  hallway.

After what seemed like  hours  the  children stopped and  told me  to wait. Doing  as I was told  I watched  them walk to a  opening  in the  wall and  disappear. I thought  maybe  that  they had  deserted  me but  after a few  minutes  they returned carrying a cup  of  hot strong  coffee  and  dish of  what looked  like fruit  but  fruit I  had  never  seen before!

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I was grateful  for  the coffee and  we  sat  on  the  floor  of  this  hallway . I was surprised  at  how  comfortable  the  floor was as it it look like cold hard  metal. As  we  rested  the  children  encouraged  me  to try  the  fruit, I  did  but  not until  they  had  eaten  some first. I  might be  lost, confused  and loosing my  memory   but  I still had  some faculties  left, and  self  preservation  was  one of  those!

After  a  while  the children  asked  me if  I was ready  to continue, I was. So  we  moved on  after  the  children  had  returned  my  cup  and plate…..I don’t  really  know what  they  did  with them   but they  were gone! The  children  chatted  away  to each other  but I really  couldn’t understand  what  they  were saying  but I  did hear the  word pilot  and  ship  mentioned  more  than once.

Just  before  the  end  of  the hallway we  turned  left  and  there in front of  me  was  a huge hanger, full of people  working  and  strange  planes… were  they planes  they  were not like  the planes I  knew.

I went  to  walk in   but  the  children stopped me , “Careful” they  cautioned, “There is a force field there” they said. A  what , what is a force field. Push  that  button  they  said!

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And  so I did!

To  be  continued…….

Part  one

Part two

Part three

Part four 

Part Five

Part  Six

Part seven

Part eight

Part nine

 

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Press The Button: Part 9

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I pressed  the  button  and  the  door opened into  an  anti room . I could  feel  my top sticking  to my  back  and  my  damp  hair  was clammy around  the  nape of  my  neck.

Never  before  have  I  been  so  afraid, or  alone. I could  not longer  remember  the  names  of  my  friends or  even  that  I  had  been in their  company  on  this  strange  journey . Everything  was  so  different  and  alien  and I had no  inkling of  where I  was  or  where  I was  going, worse  still I had  no idea  who or  what I was.

Looking  around  the  room I  saw  a  shower room, why  not I  thought  and  so I  had a  shower.  Then I  stole  some  clothes  that  were hanging up by  the  door. Usually  I  would  of  not dared  to  do  any of  this  but  this  was not usual  none  of  this was usual.

By  now I had  no idea  what  to  do, though I did  seem  to  know  that  I  was on a  mission  ….. but  what  was  the  mission. As  these thoughts  went  through  my  mind  I  suddenly  heard  voices  on  the other  side of  the  door. The  door on  the far side  of  the  room opened. I held  my  breath.

Two young children  entered  the  room, I  was  worried  that  me  being  here  would  frighten  them  but  they  did  not  seem  the  least  perturbed. They  said  hello to  me  and  without batting  an  eyelid  asked  me  to  follow  them. I was  too stunned  to  say  anything  and  so  I  just  followed  them. We  went  back  to  the  door  they  had  come in  by  and  the  taller  of  the two  pressed  the  button …………. The  first  one, so far,  that  I had  not  pressed!

To  be  continued…….

Part  one

Part two

Part three

Part four 

Part Five

Part  Six

Part seven

Part eight

 

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday:MB Press The Button Part 8

LindaGHill said : “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “mb.” Find a word that has those two letters in it, in that order, and base your post on it. Have fun!”

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Push the Button MB

“Do you remember why we are here” asked James as we entered the Pub. I really had to stop and think about the question, slowly it dawned on me that I had absolutely no idea.
We saw Dean and Kylie sitting at word table with a number people we had never seen before.

We made our way across the room to join them avoiding all sorts of unusual people as we went. It was like walking through a host of characters , animals and birds from a weird book or film. Some laughing and some completely sombre. All full of lively conversation and all very interested in us.

The closer we got to where Kylie and Dean were sitting I realised that even though they were looking straight at us there was no recognition in their eyes, they had no idea who we were.

It was then I saw that James had left my side I called his name but to my horror he totally ignored me.

I stood alone in this crowded room unable to gain the attention of my friends the suddenly I began to wonder what was going on. I really could not remember where I was or what I was doing.

By now I was sweating I was scared, I looked around the room for something I could recognise, something I could remember . Finally I saw something I remembered.  A button, a red button marked press. So again I pressed the button.

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To  be  continued…….

Part  one

Part two

Part three

Part four 

Part Five

Part  Six

Part seven

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