Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Blowing off Steam


I couldn’t resist taking part in Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt this week. The word to incorporate in a post is ‘ring’ so I brought my witch out to play! Many thanks to Linda for organising the fun event.

Maddison ran through the forest, lungs screaming in protest, legs numb from the relentless rhythm of pursuit. She pushed herself forward, her sights on Riley and the prize. They often made foolish bets, or set themselves punishing tasks to let off steam. His wolf was feeling edgy, so of course Maddison accepted his challenge. Sparring with Riley would have been fun, though messy, so a race was the perfect outlet to his rage.

It was a simple enough bet; the loser had to teach the graduate class, lead them in their first assignment. Maddison would rather face a roomful of Nrikabat demons singled handed. She didn’t do warm, enthusiastic or caring, and according to their mighty leader, those were the characteristics of a good teacher.

Maddison squinted against the growing darkness, caught the shine of Riley’s thick coat and knew her time was running out. She pulled one of the rings from her long braid, and welcomed the hum of magic in her blood. The ring wasn’t an accessory as most people presumed, it had far greater power than a simple adornment. Smiling, and with her eyes narrowed on her target, Maddison let the ring fly. It shot across the clearing, honing in on its victim; only expanding when it was directly over Riley’s head. From there it dropped over the wolf’s skull and settled around his neck like a collar.

Instead of slowing him down as she’d hoped, Riley picked up his speed. The growl which echoed back to her, was a sure sign of his laughter. He knew all her tricks.

By the time she reached him, her legs were barely able to hold her weight. She dropped to the ground, a display of weakness she only allowed because she trusted him, and lay on her back panting in the cool, dry air. The backpack was soft beneath her, providing a cushion against the hard ground.

Riley padded over to her, nudging her shoulder playfully with his snout. He couldn’t shift until she released his noose.

“You look cute with a dog collar,” she said, looking into orange eyes which shone with amusement.

In retaliation he clamped his jaw around her throat, growling low so the vibration ticked her skin.

Maddison touched the ring around his neck so it expanded, and carefully guided it over his skull. “There’s nothing worse than a smug, wolf.” She sat up, shrugging off the backpack so she could throw it at him. It held his change of clothes.

A minute later, back in human form, and wearing only his favoured combat trousers, Riley stretched out beside her. “We could always race back to Merc Hall. If you manage to keep up, I’ll even run the class with you.”

Maddison turned to look at him, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch. I’m just trying to make you feel better.”

For that he got an elbow in the ribs, which didn’t phase him in the slightest.

His grin was unabashedly wicked. “I’ll even remain in human form, though you might do better on all fours on the way back.”

“You’re going to pay for that.” Maddison sent a surge of power into her aching joints. “But if there’s no catch…” She was on her feet before he could react, dashing back the way they had come with a renewed sense of challenge. If she had to suffer the endless questions from junior hunters, she was taking him down with her.

With the sound of Riley’s rumbling approval at her back, and a view of the setting sun at her front, Maddison threw herself into the race. The new game was on.

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Weekend Coffee Share – A touch of drama!

If we were having coffee, I’d be wearing shades because I have a migraine today. I was going to say that it feels like my eyes are bleeding, because I’m all about the drama and it hurts! But, as I also wanted to take part in Linda’s stream of consciousness Saturday, I’m going to say that my head is banging like a big bass drum!

We’d also be indoors, somewhere quiet, so I didn’t hear the clacking of heels on a tiled floor, or the ca-ching of a cash register in the coffee shop. There would be no clatter of dishes, no annoying click from a writer’s pen, the creak of a chair, beep of a mobile phone. Okay, I’m going to stop now, because I can almost hear your groan! I’m sure you can guess what Linda’s prompt is!


Which of course would lead to a discussion on onomatopoeic words, because they are fun and an excellent tool in poetry. Another excellent segue to talk about my writing practice when it comes to haikus. I’m really enjoying Ronovan’s weekly prompt, and he certainly puts the challenge in, well… a challenge!

I’d ask about your week, sip my water and gobble down a few more pain killers. Then I’d sit back and relax as you caught me up.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that it’s been a busy week; interpreting, writing and blogging. I’ve taken part in a number of challenges and though I’ve enjoyed every minute of it, I’m going to be taking some time to switch off this weekend and spend some time with my girls.

I’m sure at some point I’d show you the fantasy map I’ve been working on for the Fractured series. You’d try so hard not to laugh, because things are not going well, but I’d give you permission. I can’t seem to translate what’s in my head onto paper. It’s like finding an image for Maddison – nothing reflects how vivid she is in my imagination. I think an art class is in order.

I’d also mention my new writing prompt series, which I titled Mel’s Midweek Writing Menagerie. I’m really excited about it, and the series still links back to Featured Fiction so readers have a place to access the contributions. I don’t often take you by surprise, but you would stare dumbfounded (and hopefully not choke on a mouthful of coffee), when I tell you I even set up a hashtag (#MelsWritingMenagerie). Now all I have to do is learn what to do with it 😉

If we were having coffee I would thank you for your company, and apologise that I have to cut things short. I’m going to lie down in a dark room. When I surface again, I’ll head over to Diana’s place, and Linda’s, to catch up with all my friends.

Have a wonderful weekend, everyone.

Until next time.


Organised by Diana (Part Time Monster).

Organised by Diana (Part Time Monster).

Hear me roar – Stream of Consciousness Saturday

socs-badgeWhen I saw the prompt for this week’s stream of consciousness challenge, my mind went in a dozen different directions. I could use the words scene or seen in a short piece of fiction, because I rarely pass up the chance, and I could sense several of my characters shuffling forward to catch my attention. First came Charlie, a detective who has been to many a gruesome crime scene. Then came Andrew, a soldier who enjoys the shadows, and has a gift of blending in – Andrew is rarely seen when he’s working undercover. While you can imagine this seemed an exciting prospect for me, my mind started wandering, so I ditched that idea and considered boring you with details of a scene I’m struggling with. My current work in progress is such a mess it may never be seen! Then I noticed that photographs were encouraged and a scene popped into my head from a day I spent with my nephew. I was reminded of it because my daughter finally sent me the picture, and it has always encapsulated the fun we had on that particular day. I’ve spoken before of my love of reading to Z-man, especially his favourite book – Dinosaurs Love Underpants. Of course it helps that his aunty loves the book too 🙂 I tend to get carried away when I read to him, and he now does the actions before I do. His dinosaur roar is incredible, I was almost tempted to add a sound file because it’s that good (and of course I’m not biased in any way!). So, here is the ‘scene’, the little snapshot in time which never fails to make me smile. Enjoy!

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