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“Musical” #SoCS prompt for @LindaGHill

“Musical” #SoCS @LindaGHill

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“I like to blog in America!”

“I like to blog in Siberia!”

“I like to blog in Almeria!”



“Where is that?”

“You’ve never heard of Almeria?”

“Well, not until very recently, no.”

“We’re on the map.”

“Which map?”

“The world map of… places.”

“Which continent are you on?”

“We don’t believe in continents.”

“What? Everybody believes in continents.”

“Not everybody, so it seems.”

“Okay. What is the country next to yours called?”

“We call it Jimmizus.”

“You’re making this all up!”

“No, it’s true; Jimmizus is a wonderful country, as it shields us from the world.”

“So, is it like a mythological place, such as… um… Nirvana?”

“The band?”

“No. The place.”

“No, not like Nirvana; although we, too are strangely musical – we like grunge.”

“You’re kidding us – making all of this up. Almeria is just a figment of your imagination. Tell us something about Almeria.”

“It smells nice.”


“Yes. It’s lovely.”

“What does it smell like?”

“Oh, you know, teen spirit, and all that.”

“Now we know that you are having us on. What is the capital of Almeria*, tell me that



“Prompt!” #SocS @LindaGHill


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I don’t know what the prompt is for today, so I’m just going to wing it and see how many words I can write in 10 minutes. Hopefully 1 of them will be the prompt word, or my post will have some connection with the prompt – I know, this is quite random; but, I have ever been a random person.

The sea may be a possibility. Did you see that poem there? Where? Right there on the stare – a little poem with words in; well, I declare, going te-dum, dum, dum, te-dum on the stare.

No, not the sea. I did say the Sea-Word yesterday ‘Sea’. -nobody seemed to mind or even thought it a bit contentious on my part.

So, I said it again ‘Sea!’ in an exclamatory way – nada.

So, I stopped saying it and still nobody cared – what an apathetic planet I live upon – do you?

Moving on, the past, present, or future maybe the prompt.

Or a sidewalk in Sinsinatti (which isn’t spelled (or spelt) like that unless it’s the place on Zarquon 5 which is spelled (or spelt) exactly like that.

Fish or Llamas, bears or goats, 10-pound notes, bananas, or fruit in a suit – not bananas in pyjamas, that’s just silly.

Oranges, still fruit, and walnuts, mangoes, pavements, hair, water and coffee, tea, liquids of a sort.

Maybe, a shoe, a shop, or a shoe-shop could be the prompt.

A play on words. Type / tipe / tripe or the like – as if?

Lastly, it may be that I have missed the prompt by a country mile and cows, sheeps and the obligatory stile are not quite right either.

Food of a desert nature (or desserts) wine* or the like.

*10 minutes ended here.


PS The prompt was ‘ma‘ – did I include it one of my words? I think that ‘Llamashas it!


‘Can’ #LindaGHill #SoCS


For Linda’s prompt page and details see HERE’

Can I write something in ten minutes?

Well, sure.

But, will it make sense.

Does it ever?

Shall I write it in the present tense?

I can, and I shall.

Shall I write it in a polemical poemical format with tricksy wordplay.

What, for a change, do you mean?

I can; but, I won’t


Are you my writing conscience?

I can be. Do you need a writing conscience?

I might do. Will you help me to prepare for my ten-minute challenge?

The one that you are already doing?


I can; but I think that you will just do this (and well) all by yourself.

I can do that?

Why sure! You can do anything.


Well, no, not anything, obviously. How are you going to invent the perfect sandwich; fly to Mars using a homemade rocket; learn Swahili; climb Everest in a washing machine; reconcile the-

I get the picture. Your list of things is probably… quite long.

It is.

And I can ‘probably’ only do a ‘few’ things – in the scheme of things.


‘Cannot the Human Being do all things in the mind.’

Did you just make that up.

I might have done. I write and I create. I can do that. And in my mind I conceive the thoughts that I write.


Indeed. With my writing I can, and do, do anything.

You sure can.

Apropos of nothing…


I used to have the nickname ‘Spray Can’ once.

Just the once?

Ah! Touché my poemical * conscience.


LindaGHill’s #SoCS Challenge ‘Precious’

LindaGHill’s #SoCS ‘Precious’

See HEREfor details.

I set myself a 10-minute limit to writing this type of ‘stream-of-consciousness’ thing because time is precious. And then I misspell all the words because thumbs are too big and clumsy.

And then Rosie the Cat wants attention – and she doesn’t understand that Daddy is writing to a deadline. She sits and looks at me, nudges my hand (which makes my spelling wobble once more) and then climbs upon my chest. I continue writing (one-handedly) and try and placate Rosie, Who then walks off in a huff because Daddy isn’t focusing on her and her alone.

She, also, is a little bit ‘precious’.

Now where was I? (Checks back to start of these words). Okay, nothing of importance said so far, as is usual.

When you are writing of the moment about the things that are happening around you, it seems that the focus of your words can be taken from the ‘of-the-moment’ experience of life and pointed to the ‘writing-stuff-down’ of a ‘S-o-C’ challenge.

There, that is about as deep as it gets. Mistress Shallow I am.

A You-Tube video of a Koala comes my way; but, I am on a mission to get to the end of my 10-minutes (you all have your own, these are mine) having written something of true importance (not ‘omportance’ *as I wrote.

*The tuner sounded here – I could have written something of worth; but, I won’t get too precious about it.

PS my ‘Golllum’ solution to this prompt his in a cave under a mountain waiting for a fish, so never even considered the possibility of tearing it’s ugly head to the light.

#SocS ‘Card’ @LindaGHill

#SoCS prompt ‘card’

See herefor all the info


“If I discard ‘this’ card…?”


“Will it be of a benefit to me?”

“I don’t think that you can be sure ‘now’ what the consequences will be. Time will tell, as they say.”

“Oh, they do do they?”

“It is a turn of phrase… an axiom… or an idiom… or something like one of those.”

“Are you saying that I am an ‘idiom?’ “

“Not in so many words, no. But, there are times when we all seem to be less than what we actually are.”

“ ‘Nobody told me there would be days like these.’ “

“Pre-cisely! “

“Quoting some lyric or other is always a way of getting my meaning across.”

“Yes. You wear it well.”

“Ha! Touché! You are always on my mind.”

“That’s neat, that is very neat.”

“Thank you for the praise.”

“By the way, I really love your tiger feet.”

“I didn’t think you’d noticed.”

“Not notice! They are the finest in the whole of the zoo.”

“Well, there are only the two of us here. Hardly a one in a million is it?”

“Fifty ways to leave your plover!”

“Really? We are on to punning song titles now?”

“You have to do something to pass the time.”

“True. You can’t* even get a decent crossword to do around here.”

*The 10-minute timer that I had set went off here – luckily for you, otherwise I would have been off along the various other paths that this was leading to.

‘-ic’ and ‘-ical’ prompt for Linda G Hill’s #SoCS

#SoCS prompt the suffixes ‘ic’ or ‘ical’ See here for details

Giving myself a 10-minute limit (as is my wont).

Being born in Suffix (which I wasn’t) I have always considered my self to be a Suffix boy.

Not to be too philosophical about it, I always try to be soporific – whatever that means.

I speak lyrical and sometimes satirical sentences on any pretences – it’s what I was raised to do.

I spout words calorific, though never specific, and they turn out horrific when, as is typical, I’m too analytical and who is to say if I’m just hypocritical when I speak what I do.

I can’t be specific when I’m crossing the Pacific, though it’s never too calm for a clam.

I am somewhat parasitical, if not a little less political, who’s the critic being critical in an ICU ward?

Now here is a thing – the bell it does ring – if not it is quiet as a picnic is picnicical – with the horrors that a wasp attack will bring.

I panic. I am really quite panicical – though not in a piratically practical sort of way.

I have much that is wittical, funny and dittical, though raucous laughter is not at all where I am attic at all. Bury your ants, your aunts, and lofticical maybe*

*this is where my 10-minutes ended – thank goodness! G:)

Bodily Functions – Linda G Hill’s #SoCS

My response to Linda G Hills’s #SoCS prompt try writing one and see what fun they can be.

Bodily Functions

Bodily functions were held in the Bodily Town Hall – apart from, when suitable, the Sun was shining, in which case the gardens to the rear of the Bodily Town Hall were utilised.

As of late, weddings were the most popular of all the various functions to be held there. Fêtes and Dog Shows were also very popular in the gardens, tea-parties inside and outside (when whether did not permit) and Pilates Marathons inside were the main items on any self-disrespecting Bodily inhabitant.

A Whist Drive was quite popular; but the old-style Bingo was falling into a state of lethargic attendance where people just couldn’t dib the numbers like they used to.

A notice went up on Bodily Town Hall for an ‘Open-Mic Night’ and ‘Karaoke’ combination session; but Bodily wasn’t ready for this and rejected the idea – poor ticket sales also derailed many other new-fangled events.

But, the Flea-Market was still going, some fifty years after it first started – with just one flea. Now there were hundreds – if not thousands.

All-in-all, Bodily Functions were something of a hotch-potch.*

*the 10-minutes that I allow myself for this sort of thing (or it will go on and on) was signalled over, by my timer, here.