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SOCS – alarm & Other Prompts

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SOCS – alarm  & Other Prompts

For Linda’s challenge:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 25, 2025

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “alarm.” Use it as a noun, use it as a verb or an adverb or an adjective, use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

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One Day … it was a gloomy October morning with the threat of a drizzly cold rain from the clouds. No cause for alarm. I love gray days better than bright sunny ones. Sunlight hurts my eyes, and burns my skin, and makes me sweat. Rain is perfect, whether hard driving or soft sprinkles, I like it all.

Since it was a Saturday Stream of Consciousness kind of day, I thought I’d do something different. I’d try to put several prompts I’d been working on all in one post. I don’t usually do that,  but lots of bloggers do. I’ve found out it is a little bit alarming to me, trying to gather them all up, move them over here, and try not to  mess it all up.

Oh before I did all that, I had another alarm story I was going to tell.  One Day years ago, we went to the post office to mail some packages. There was a long line of course. All of a sudden the fire alarm went off in the building. It was so loud and it would not shut off. It was a glitch or something because there was no fire. So we all just stayed in line, and stayed in line, because no one wanted to give up their place in line. But it was sooooo loud! Finally I think it was our turn at the counter and we did mail stuff, and left. I guess eventually they got that noise shut off. At least I hope so. Maybe it is still alarming people, you reckon?

So now I’ve got it mostly done, I’ll wait to see what happens. It might all go to hell in a hand basket!

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Tap Tap Tap

Is Anybody There?”

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Inktober list # 25 = inferno

For Inktober # = inferno (I printed the word and it has all colors of flames surrounding it)

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For Gerry and Sue’s challenge:

One Day Weekly  Prompts

Weekly Prompts The One Day Prompt (18 )

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13 Days of Samhain =  Day # 5 – To Hell In A Hand basket & # 6 – Is Anybody There?

Hell In A Handbasket (I drew a brown basket with red flames in it)

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For Sammi’s challenge:

13 Days of Samhain (volume vi) – A Horror / Halloween Writing Prompt Challenge

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© 2025 BS

13 Days of Samhain # 4 – The Ferryman

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13 Days of Samhain # 4 – The Ferryman  

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For Sammi’s challenge:

13 Days of Samhain (volume vi) – A Horror / Halloween Writing Prompt Challenge

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Ferryman Ferryman Ferryman

The girls giggled as they said it three times.

“This is just a myth, a joke.”

“I don’t know, maybe. I heard it was real. ”

“What, that if you say it three times there will be a boogyman, called the Ferryman that will come steal your soul?” She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right.”

“Let’s try it again.”

Ferryman Ferryman Ferryman

Silence

The girls were never seen again.

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© 2025 BS

13 Days of Samhain – # 3 – A Ghostly Whisper

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13 Days of Samhain – # 3 – A Ghostly Whisper

 

 

list of prompts day by day

For Sammi’s challenge:

13 Days of Samhain (volume vi) – A Horror / Halloween Writing Prompt Challenge

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A poem I wrote in 2017

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“The Voices You Hear”

Breathing softly, coming near

Listen closely, you will hear

Voices of those we hold dear

Whisper, whisper in your ear

Spirits who love you, nothing to fear

Ghostly words from sacred bier

Into our hearts, oh so clear

Whispers surround us

In the atmosphere

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© 2017 & 2025 BS

13 Days of Samhain # 1 & # 2 – They Gather Souls

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13 Days of Samhain  # 1 & # 2 – They Gather Souls

 

list of prompts day by day

For Sammi’s challenge

13 Days of Samhain (volume vi) – A Horror / Halloween Writing Prompt Challenge

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This is a new challenge I just saw listed, from Sammi. The first prompt is to write anything about ‘dust to dust – ashes to ashes.

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As they gather, they shriek

Hot west winds roar over the Rockies

Picking up pieces and souls

A norther comes blowing in

bowing branches and bringing bodies

Easterly tempests snatch entities ethereal

And the southern breeze wafts sinuously silent

They gather

They gather

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

Grave robbers pick the pieces of our souls

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a small fenced in graveyard

And for Day # 2 – Dead and Buried

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LOST SOUL

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I could bury your lost soul in fog,

The mists of time mysterious…

Seeping through my brain’s lament,

You make me most delirious.

I will not bury you now,

To let you rot away…

You are the beating of my heart,

And there you’ll always stay.

As I release you out of my mind,

I see you in my dream…

A ghost upon my psyche…

So present, yet still unseen.

I cried when you were finished, then…

But never were you diminished…

A breath of life I gave to you,

And now you are replenished.

I write your story on my soul,

To bring you back to life…

A supernatural being, now

free of pain and strife.

Your cryptic ghostly wanderings,

Your still alive remains…

I write your story on my soul,

And sing your sad refrains.

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~this is an elegy poem~

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© 2018 & 2025 BS