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Submission to Sammi

I am trying a bit to get back into the writings such as Flash Friday.

This week, I am attempting the prompt of 136 Words exactly, including the prompt word “barricade”.

Thank you for reading.

Submission to

Sammi Cox


Help of the Vile

She stepped onto the balcony overlooking the square. Her people, she wasn’t their queen but nonetheless, milled about, oblivious to the danger. How long had she feared this day? How true was the vision? She knew the answer. Regardless, she had to try.

She looked up, as if she could, literally, see the impending doom falling from the heavens. There was no Zeus to stop this, only her tiny body to block the cataclysm.

She began the incantations, putting the ingredients from her vision into the incense burner. She inhaled deeply, continued the old language speech. Her body twisted and lifted into the air.

Her incorporeal form shot through the sky, becoming a barricade to the hurtling meteor. The 300 ton rock deflected, missing Earth. Neither it nor the witch Magnemna would trouble the planet again.

-136 words minus the title




Why do Things have to Change?!!!

I remarked on another blog (Susannah Bianchi) that I needed to tell people more about my stroke and how it has changed my life.  She agreed and I said I would – and I will (promise), but I was watching one of those movies that “Guys” aren’t supposed to like – “13 Going on 30” starring Jennifer Garner and kept thinking the title of this post.  Why DO things have to change?  Now, that was a from-the-gut response to what I thought was a cute, wonderful movie that I enjoyed oh so much.  It only got a 6.1 rating of 10 but made 3x the money put into it.  I mean, does 60 some million dollars just not mean anything?  Guess not.  Anyway, the movie set in motion that part of me that always comes out at various unforeseen times.  It’s that part that wants a redo; I want to go back to about 10 and start over, knowing what I know now.

The sensible part of me says, “whoa!”, and it wins out in the end.  I realize that I love my two children (adults, I know) and wouldn’t trade anything to not have them around, but, if I knew what I know now and I knew they would be born, live, and be what they are now – then, I think I really would like to start over.  I am not certain what would happen, but it would be different.  There is so much I know and understand now that I didn’t have a clue back then (though, I often thought I did).  Can you imagine?  Pick your dream job, the one you always wanted and pursue it.  Don’t take much from anyone and take those chances you didn’t back then.

Now, I left out the part where I knew what stocks to buy when and how to end up a millionaire by 25, how to go to college and simply learn what you needed to get that job (if you wanted to work), and make sure you got up on accounting and business enough to handle your money.  In fact, working, probably, wouldn’t fit in very well with the life I would want to lead.  Imagine, buying stock (even a small amount to start with) in Microsoft, Amazon, Walmart, and Google!  Moving from stock to stock, shuffling hundreds, then thousands, then millions of dollars into sure-fire wins…  Now, forget that and just realize that you could grow up, be happy, and smart, and live that life you always wanted before/after/whatever.

I know I am not telling anyone anything new.  You have all thought about this in one way or another.  There have been a lot of stories written about similar things.  I may even do one myself soon.  But, the more I think about it, the more I love the idea, the very notion of what one “do over” could accomplish.  There has to be a downside…maybe having to suffer through high school again or live all those weekends in the country with little to do…but I don’t think so.  If I truly knew it was a do over, there would be so much to work on to get ready and I would have the benefit of already knowing the mistakes and the fun I had.  All those memories would exist.  Oh, and my stroke?  I wouldn’t need it to get on the right path again.  The stress would be manageable and I would be in different shape, think differently, and behave differently.  Would I marry?  Hmm, I doubt it.  Wouldn’t need all those memories either and I would know what to do with my life.  Philanthropist comes to mind…yes, and I wouldn’t have to do what Linus in “Peanuts” said when told about needing to be rich to be a philanthropist.  His comment:

I want to be a philanthropist with someone else’s money.

Nope, I could use my own.  And, if it all fell through?  So, I would know that, at 61, I could be disabled, bad memory, no job, — and still be happy!

Love you all,


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Law of attraction at work!


A 10 year-old boy at school was celebrating his birthday allowed to invite two boys to join him for lunch. He chose his best friend and another kid his mom didn’t know. When she asked, who he was and why did he ask him, her son said, “Because no one talks to him.”

At a 12 Step meeting, an elderly woman came in with her Cocker Spaniel. The guard at the church’s front desk told her dogs aren’t allowed. When she said, he was a Service Dog and had just forgotten his vest, he said, without it, he was just another dog.

His boss appeared and after hearing the story allowed the lady in with her beloved pup. He then went on his way…in his wheelchair.

I was coming home from Whole Foods proud of myself only taking one bag that, crossing the avenue broke, my pears and and oranges…

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Pride in Someone I don’t Know

I read some of the articles from “Upworthy” on the Internet.  I don’t read all of them as I feel it may be a little too “left” for me.  However, more often than not it strikes at the center of what’s going on.

Recently, one article caught my eye: Girl does not join United Methodist Church

The reason, if you didn’t read the article, that the girl did not join the church was because the United Methodist Church decided that the denomination would not tolerate homosexuality.  It wasn’t because she is a lesbian (the article did not specify, but I think she isn’t); the reason was simply because the denomination, as a whole, is going this direction.

The article garnered my attention because I used to go to the United Methodist Church.  I left the church years ago because I decided that it did not reflect how I feel about God, the Universe, and people in general.  I have never removed my membership, however, simply because I didn’t think of it.  Perhaps, now would be a good time to do so.  I will consider that.  I am proud of this young lady.  I went to the church for a long time while feeling that there were simply things that almost all churches taught and believed in (not even simply Christian churches) that went against the way I was firmly believing in.  After my father passed in 2016, I began to think more strongly on this and left the church completely.  I know my mother wishes I would come back.  I, lovingly, refuse.  When my sister passed in Jan 2019, I felt so comfortable knowing what I now believed and what that meant for her, that I knew I was heading in the right direction.

I am not writing this post as an excuse to promote my beliefs; my beliefs don’t require that.  I am not going to list my beliefs; my beliefs don’t require that, either.  I am simply pointing out an article that will interest many and cause others to dislike me or dislike me more.  I don’t care; my beliefs also don’t require me to get any of you to like me.  I have chosen to believe this way and will continue to do so.

I support LBGTSQ and whatever other letters get added as time goes on.  I have many friends who are in all those areas and a few others, I think.  I am straight.  I am not proud of that fact; it just is.  I try hard not to look down on those who look down on those with other lifestyles.  None are “better”; none are “worse”; they just “are.

I would plead with my friends, people I have worked with, people I know, and all others who cannot see their way clear to view all people as equal to open their minds to that possibility and to read, listen, talk, and work hard to understand the issue.  I believe strongly that it is an issue that can change the world, one way or the other.

Philosophy is all about being curious, asking basic questions. And it can be fun!

North Noir


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