The Sands of Sacrifice: #JusJoJan Day 13

Welcome to Day Twelve of Just Jot it January, where, for a month – well, we jot. Whatever. However. Wherever. Whyever. It’s graciously hosted by Linda G.Hill

Today’s prompt, “sacrifice comes to us courtesy of ME – Who Am I?

No big explanation today – just that, as always, I don’t own them; it’s more like they own me. No money cheapens this love.

Sacrifices

I

kneel

helpless

on these hot

ancestral sands

Where once I knelt

As a child, with a child

Now I’m a woman and he a

man, but not the man I desire.

“Well, what do you want to do?”

Such a simple query for his people

“That is irrelevant.” I spoke my truth.

He couldn’t believe, wouldn’t accept.

“It’s very relevant.” And his truth

Somehow also became mine

I left duty behind me to

Embrace forbidden

Emotion.

 

I stand

helpless

Wearing her

father’s robes

As she sacrifices

herself on the sands

For what she believes

Is her fault, her duty

I should stop her.

Save her.

 

“Marry him?”

Shock uncushioned

No false control or decorum

No ritual, custom, law, necessity

His people say, “Love conquers all.”

And I have seen for myself that they

Believe it. He believes love must be

At the root of all things, all joinings

But his love is an alien force here

Kneeling on home-sands

I hold his love within

A small comfort

As I accept

My duty.

 

Still

I stand

Helplessly

As she’s breaking

I can feel wide fault lines

Shaking her bedrock strength.

Only I know the price she pays

That it’s her penance her prison

A year? Ten? A hundred?

A lifetime surrendered

For her mother’s

Future.

 

For more context, insight, feels, laughter, and tears, watch “Home”, here, and/or read my original IDIC Romance stories, “Promises and Choices”  and “Views of A Wedding”.

That’s it for me…find more jottings right here!

Scattered and Cloudy: JusJoJan Day 6

Welcome to Day Six of Just Jot it January, where, for a month – well, we jot. Whatever. However. Wherever. Whyever. It’s graciously hosted by Linda G.Hill.

Today’s prompt, “Clouds”, comes to us from Geoff Le Pard at TanGental, who’d love a visit! Pop on over and say hi, if you’re so inclined.

Cloud

When I told my daughter that today’s word was “cloud’, she said, “What are you going to write about him?”

To her, this is what -or rather whom – Cloud means.

I, on the other hand, thought of the clouds she asked me to cut out of paper last week, so that she could write inspirational phrases on them, and hang them, along with moons and hearts, from her ceiling. Now she has a swinging array of thread-secured pretties.

OK, perhaps it’s just coincidental, but I’m listening to “Welcome to Night Vale”, and a fictitious and unknown Emily Bronte novel was just listed – The Flippancy of Clouds. Reminds me of The Importance of Being Earnest.

Sunset at the South Jetty, Florence, Oregon, circa 2000.

Anyway…

I also thought of pictures I’ve taken of clouds, and of the Simon and Garfunkel song, “Cloudy”, and this poem that I wrote on October 1, 2015, for OctPoWriMo Day One:

October clouds over the New York State Museum, Albany, NY, circa 2014.

Full Moon Clouds

We step out the door,

My girl and I

for our nightly walk.

Full moon night

After an eclipse

And a skyful of clouds.

The silver moon

Glows like a nightlight

Seen behind frosted glass.

We walk and talk

My girl and I

Illuminating spirits.

We sit in the front yard.

In our camp chairs

And watch the clouds.

“They look like snow

When the wind’s blown it

Into little hills and valleys.”

“Or the surface of a brain

If you flattened it out

And it was white, not grey.”

It’s about more than clouds

This time that we share

More than full moons and walks.

It’s about connection

Little moments holding hands

And sharing secrets.

She’s growing up fast

This girl of eleven

Will soon be a woman.

She’ll live her life grown

On her own terms

With clouds we don’t share.

Our walks will be memories

These hand in hand times

Sharing secrets beneath cloud blankets.

What we’re weaving tonight

While clouds roll above

Is the fabric of her future self.

Lone Star Geyser with rainbow, near Old Faithful, Yellowstone National Park, circa 1998-9?

Well, these thoughts are scattered, cloudy…like a song, or pictures, or a dusky-white wild stallion, or pages culled from last year’s dictionary, snipped and shaped and hung from the ceiling of an girl nearly eleven and a half years old…

And that’s all the cloudiness my nocturnal and wearily cloudy mind has to say about that…find more jottings here!

Unguarded: The IDIC Romance Advent Calendar

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Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope it was filled with love, laughter, sharing, and so much joy that it flows out from you and embraces others.

To help with that, I’ve created a special Advent calendar. It’s non-denominational and didn’t stop on December 25. Instead it goes on giving for the rest of the month. It also espouses the concept of IDIC – Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations. 

Each day, you can open a new flash fan fiction story. These are freewritings – rough and imperfect; I only correct for spelling and grammar. Read one, read some, read them all – suit yourself!

At the end of today’s story, you’ll find a holiday bonus – two more stanzas of The Night Before Christmas, courtesy of Fallon Brown and Erin Zarro, our resident supernovae of comments and encouragement – these ladies love TnT with a fervor I find – well, highly logical and most agreeable.

Enterprise Advent 26

OK, briefing time:

  • Spoiler zone ahead! Don’t read these posts if you don’t want series spoilers, or even spoilers for other parts of The IDIC Romance, because things will be revealed, and I don’t like spoiling…I’d much rather delight.

  • The base art for the calendar elements of this post was created by Annalise S. Burton, and is used with permission and compensation.

  • I don’t own Trip, T’Pol, or the franchise that conceived them. These stories are offered as a gift, without expectation for any compensation. Of course, comments, rhapsodizing ramblings, and honest feedback of all kinds are always welcome!

  • This story is rated solidly R for sexual content. You’ve been duly warned!

And now, to the calendar…..we lift the tab… and find…a lot more about what Vulcan bonding can be…but can Trip handle the truth?

Advent Unguarded

They were falling and flying, carried away on the waves of pleasure and ecstasy, the feeling – every time they made love now, it was stronger….Trip could feel her, feel what she felt, and it was so intense that the borders of self were uncertain, like an unstable warp field or a variable equation…

But this was different. As they crested, crashing into each other’s bodies, frantic with orgasm, T’Pol opened –

Wide –

All the way – her whole self, her soul, bared, quivering, wanting –

Wanting -?

“Never and always touching and touched…..let us be one….” She didn’t speak out loud, and the thought wasn’t in words. But he knew –

She held nothing back, and she wanted – needed – him.

All of him.

But he was human, chaotic, emotional – he could hurt her in ways he’d never suspected.

If he opened to her, gave her everything, joined with her this way, she’d know how messed up and imperfect he was. She’d never be able to pretend –

Would she still want him?

Did he want this?

She was his wife – but this was so much more than that, more than being bonded –

This was everything – and it was unnatural…

She trembled and needed – open, vulnerable – and Trip pulled back, hid from what she offered, as though he didn’t know what it was.

In the quiet of their room and the desert that embraced them, T’Pol began to cry.

Will Trip keep hiding?

Why is T’Pol crying?

Is this as far as they can go?

What’s next?

Drop me a comment, and I’ll add a paragraph. The more comments, the more paragraphs I add. So go ahead – give me something to keep me busy!

And now, as promised, two more stanzas from The Night Before Christmas

For context, after some hijinks involving stuffing socks that aren’t as innuendo-laden as they might sound, not-so-secret Santa Trip has come back to his quarters to find mistletoe and an unwrapped T’Pol awaiting him.

For a second he just stared,

“How’d you know to do this?”

But she only tipped her head.

“I believe you owe me a kiss.”

Trip grinned at her as she stood there.

“You know, I think you’re right

.But then, there isn’t any hurry – 

Pepperpot, we’ve got all night!”

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Family, Part One: The IDIC Romance Advent Calendar

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Merry Christmas, everyone! May it be filled with love, laughter, sharing, and so much joy that it flows out from you and embraces others.

To help with that, I’ve created a special Advent calendar. It’s as non-denominational and doesn’t stop on December 25 – and it espouses the concept of IDIC – Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations.

Each day I post a flash fan fiction story. These are freewritings – rough and imperfect; I only correct for spelling and grammar. Read one, read some, read them all – suit yourself!

A note: Today’s story is another two-parter…it’s long enough to serialize! Yup, it’s an extra-special Christmas treat! Find Part Two here!

Enterprise Advent 25

OK, briefing time:

  • Spoiler zone ahead! Don’t read these posts if you don’t want series spoilers, or even spoilers for other parts of The IDIC Romance, because things will be revealed, and I don’t like spoiling…I’d much rather delight.

  • The base art for the calendar elements of this post was created by Annalise S. Burton, and is used with permission and compensation.

  • I don’t own Trip, T’Pol, or the franchise that conceived them. These stories are offered as a gift, without expectation for any compensation. Of course, comments, rhapsodizing ramblings, and honest feedback of all kinds are always welcome!

And now, to the calendar…..we lift the tab… and find…a discussion of Vulcan pairbonding?

Advent Family

Trip sat back on the comfortable couch in Ambassador Soval’s private study, his good arm pulling the quivering woman close to him. She wasn’t going to hold out much longer without a helluva lot more contact than this, that was for damned sure – but she’d already rebroken his arm, tonight, and Phlox had cautioned them against trying to meet ‘Commander T’Pol’s telerotic needs with purely physical methods’…

But they were stuck; that was the problem. Stuck in cultural and physiological differences, and the things her people had made into something to be ashamed of…

Things she needed.

The Ambassador strode in, bringing a sense of calm – to Trip, anyway. Against him, T’Pol’s whole body tensed, and her mind became less porous. Trying to be what her old boss would expect of a Vulcan, Trip thought.

“Please be as you are, T’Pol. The cause is more than sufficient, and no one else will enter this chamber unless you or your bondmate request their presence specifically. I grieve with you both; the death of a child is a sharp pain that knows no ending.”

T’Pol seemed almost to sag into him. Trip felt his way to her fingers, and offered her the ouz’hesta. Her hand was shaking – desire, and more. She felt so much, and so deeply – she wouldn’t stop feeling the effects of the last two doses of trellium for at least the next few hours, and that’s if she didn’t want him to go back for more – but he was almost sure she would.

“Ambassador Soval – I don’t know how to help her through – this. I’m hoping you have some ideas -”

He didn’t know what he was asking for, not really. Maybe clarification – just to know whether he could really be what she needed. This bond – she hadn’t even known she could do it; hadn’t expected it any more than he had. Now they were locked together as mates – but he was still human, and not telepathic. “Can I – can a human – be what she needs?”

You are what I need, Trip.”

“That’s sweet, pepperpot – but what if I’m not? What if I can’t be?”

“May I interject?” Soval looked from Trip to T’Pol, and back to Trip. “T’Pol may lack specifics, Commander Tucker, but she is correct. Without prior knowledge of bonding, the process that bound you together was by necessity involuntary -”

“That’s what worries me. If you’d been in the know, T’Pol – if you could’ve chosen – ”

There’s no other. There has never been another. There’s no other choice I would have made, Trip. You are my t’hy’la.”

“Commander Tucker, it will be helpful if you can release the precepts that guide your own species’ mating practices. I understand that you are generally at liberty to choose a mate who is in harmony with you, although I find the parameters of such harmony most vague.”

“So do most of us, so I’m not about to try to explain it to you.”

Soval let that go by without answering. “It’s different, among us. There are reasons for the bonding of children. In nearly all cases, this practice allows the growing minds to form an affinity that may, in time, become a strong pairbond, but will, at the least, ensure that the mated pair attends to one another’s needs.”

“But that didn’t happen, for her and Koss.”

Will Soval offer useful information?

Can Trip be what T’Pol needs from a mate?

Can T’Pol be what Trip needs?

What’s next for our newly engaged couple?

Will there be a wedding in the not-so-distant future?

Want more? You’re in luck – this story is continued in Family, Part Two!

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The Night Before Christmas: The IDIC Romance Advent Calendar

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Happy December, everyone! May it be filled with love, laughter, sharing, and so much joy that it flows out from you and embraces others.

To help with that, I’ve created a special Advent calendar. It’s as non-denominational and doesn’t stop on December 25 – and it espouses the concept of IDIC – Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations. 

Each day I post a flash fan fiction story. These are freewritings – rough and imperfect; I only correct for spelling and grammar. Read one, read some, read them all – suit yourself!

A note: Today’s story is a little different…it goes back just a bit in time, so that, chronologically, it should be placed after Questions and Queries, but before Never and Always”. I just couldn’t resist the chance to let Trip play Santa, so I indulged myself!

I’ve heard that Santa has three more paragraphs each of “Never and Always”, Parts One and Two, courtesy of our supernova commenters, Erin Zarro and Fallon Brown, with a musical assist from Dale Cooper…but you’ll have to wait to till local midnight to open them!

Enterprise Advent 24

OK, briefing time:

  • Spoiler zone ahead! Don’t read these posts if you don’t want series spoilers, or even spoilers for other parts of The IDIC Romance, because things will be revealed, and I don’t like spoiling…I’d much rather delight.

  • The base art for the calendar elements of this post was created by Annalise S. Burton, and is used with permission and compensation.

  • I don’t own Trip, T’Pol, or the franchise that conceived them. These stories are offered as a gift, without expectation for any compensation. Of course, comments, rhapsodizing ramblings, and honest feedback of all kinds are always welcome!

And now, to the calendar…..we lift the tab… and find…a bit of fluffy Christmas fun!

Advent Christmas

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas,

and all through the ship,

a blonde elf was stirring –

let’s call him Trip.

No stockings, just socks

he’d stolen away

from the main laundry

a couple each day.

The crew were all snuggled

in their bunks fast asleep.

With T’Pol on the Bridge

the night’s watch to keep.

Captain Archer gave Porthos

a scratch on the ears

and yawned, “I feel like I

could sleep for twenty years!”

T’Pol’s sharp Vulcan ears

caught a strange sound

The unexpected noises

Of someone moving around.

She hurried to the Situation Room

and turned on the display

that would show any threat

that might be headed her way.

The ship was all quiet

just as it should be

except for one blonde human

in Cargo Bay Three.

With wondering eyes

she took in the strange sight

of Commander Tucker buried

Nearly up to waist height

in a tangled assortment

of mismatched socks

And small colorful bundles.

He held one labeled “Phlox”.

He took up a long striped garment

“He must wear ’em up to the knee,”

the Chief Engineer muttered

to himself most illogically.

“I’ve got one for Phlox, and Hoshi,

Travis Mayweather, Malcolm Reed,

The Cap’n and Porthos –

T’Pol’s is all I still need.”

She’d lived among humans

so was less than surprised.

Still she wondered of what this

curious mission was comprised.

The pile shrank until he said,

“Well, that’s about all.

Now to figure out how to charm

the socks off T’Pol.”

From her perch on the Bridge

T’Pol watched him below

And wondered what gifts

To her sock he’d bestow.

Trip thought and he thought

while stringing lines of twinkling light

and eighty-two makeshift stockings

on this Christmas Eve night.

T’Pol considered as she watched

this human Christmas elf

who gave so much to others

asking nothing for himself.

He shouldn’t be alone when

the appointed time came

the only one aboard

with no gift to claim.

She went to her console

a bright gleam in her eyes

intent on learning how to create

her own Christmas surprise.

Trip surveyed the cargo bay

his elfish work nearly done

Pretty lights and stuffed stockings

All hung up – except one.

Would a Vulcan even care?

Could she even understand?

For sure there wasn’t much logic

in a starship Christmas wonderland.

She was unsure she saw the point

But then, that was often true.

It didn’t really matter because now

she knew just what she would do.

Trip hid his grin as he saw her

with her pretty bare feet

she said she had a headache

only neuropressure could treat.

T’Pol helped him search for his lost sock

while her own feet were still bare.

They searched the Ready Room

but didn’t find it anywhere.

His foot felt kind of funny;

he’d stuck it bare into his boot.

He’d lost a sock but he had hers

so any discomfort was moot.

T’Pol set about her mission.

There was much that she must do

to be certain that when the time came

There’d be presents for Trip, too.

The next day the Cap’n gathered

the whole crew in Cargo Bay Three

they had carols and eggnog and stockings

No one seemed to miss the tree.

T’Pol never looked so pretty

than with his star barrettes in her hair.

He played his new harmonica

still wondering how his sock got there.

When he got back to his quarters,

There was the best gift of all.

A hanging bunch of mistletoe,

And beneath it, an unwrapped T’Pol.

Will T’Pol reveal her secret?

Will anyone else catch on?

Will they make good use of that mistletoe?

Where did the gifts come from?

What happens next?

Drop me a comment, and I’ll add a paragraph. The more comments, the more paragraphs I add.

Remember, Santa’s got six new paragraphs from “Never and Always” loaded up on his sleigh…after midnight, you can find them here!

Need more IDIC Romance Advent stories?

Lorian: The IDIC Romance Advent Calendar

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Happy December, everyone! May the last month of your year be filled with love, laughter, sharing, and so much joy that it flows out from you and embraces others.

To help that wish along, I’ve created a special Advent calendar. It’s as non-denominational as it can be, because it doesn’t stop on December 25 – and because it espouses the concept of IDIC – Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations.

Each day I post a flash fan fiction story. These are freewritings I created while preparing for an upcoming project (Stay tuned for more on that!). They’re rough and imperfect; I’m only going to correct for spelling and grammar. Read one, read some, read them all – suit yourself!

A note: Stay tuned after today’s main feature for two new paragraphs of “Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!”, courtesy of Erin Zarro and Fallon Brown.

Enterprise Advent 13

OK, briefing time:

  • Spoiler zone ahead! Don’t read these posts if you don’t want series spoilers, or even spoilers for other parts of The IDIC Romance, because things will be revealed, and I don’t like spoiling…I’d much rather delight.

  • The base art for the calendar elements of this post was created by Annalise S. Burton, and is used with permission and compensation.

  • I don’t own Trip, T’Pol, or the franchise that conceived them. These stories are offered as a gift, without expectation for any compensation. Of course, comments, rhapsodizing ramblings, and honest feedback of all kinds are always welcome!

And now, to the calendar…..we lift the tab…and find…a potentially enigmatic conversation.

Advent Lorian

She will not be pleased to see you, Lorian.”

That hardly seems relevant, Mother. She is, after all, a Vulcan.”

It is far more relevant than you believe, or perhaps, than you can understand. It will, I fear, be a factor in how her ship responds to you, and you’ll be wise not to overlook it, or to be as impetuous as your father was prone to.”

Better you remain here, a few moments longer, so that you go with the full understanding of who she is – who I was, at that time.”

Always, you speak in riddles, Mother, when something troubles you. Father and I would laugh about it, sometimes -”

“I know. Neither of you were as quiet as you thought yourselves. Perhaps it’s true; I’m still what my world made me, no matter how long I’ve lived among humans. Perhaps I can come no further than this – that, after much time, and many words, I can state to some degree what it is that I
feel.” She reached out to touch his hand in the filial ouz’hesta – it trembled more now than it had before they had at last found Captain Archer’s Enterprise. She wouldn’t live much longer, now, and Lorian felt a stab of panic at the coming loss. He repressed it, but not quickly enough – the trembling fingers tightened, for a moment, with the old strength, but tears leaked silently from her eyes.”It isn’t easy to lose a mother, son, even if one is an adult.”

“You have been the constant in my life.” He returned the pressure, and felt her impatience to have said what needed saying, what she found too difficult to express. “Would you prefer the meld, Mother?”

So like your father, Lorian.” A rare almost-smile. “Yes, the meld would be better, and give you my truth. You must have it, before you see her”.

Who are these people?

Who was Lorian’s father?

What is Lorian’s unspoken mission?

What will be revealed, in the meld?

Will it help Lorian?

Drop a comment in the box below, and I’ll add a paragraph to the story. If you suggest a prompt, I’ll use it. If you want to know more, I’ll explain a bit of the premise behind the story. You can also watch the Season Three episode “E2” to learn more.

And, before I go, here’s two more paragraphs from “Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!”.

Logical or Not

That certainty twisted into emotion, fed by the effects of the trellium she’d injected before coming here. Perhaps that hadn’t been a wise action; however, she needed the trellium in order to feel her way to Trip, or to have the illusion that she could feel him. And, whether it was logical or not, T’Pol needed to feel him, if she was to function.

Zoom, zoom, zoom,” the little boy whispered loudly, and T’Pol’s breath caught into a choked sound she couldn’t control. She squeezed her eyes closed against the pain. Was it only imagination that she felt a whispered echo from the immobile man, a nonverbal soothing caress within her, easing the sorrow that had become a part of her?

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Blink and You’ll Miss It: #SoCS

This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday meme -an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt: “miss”, used any way we like.

My post was inspired by two photos of myself and my children, taken a little over two years apart. The first, in September of 2013, is directly below. The image after the poem was taken on Thursday evening. I think these two images say maybe better than any words can what has happened in just two years, and the hurtling toward adulthood going on in the space of my blinking…That also explains why this is posting so late. My daughter got a last-minute invitation, and that disrupted my blogging routine, such as it is.  I’m not sorry…

Some things I just don’t want to miss, y’know?

With Jeremiah, just 12, and Annalise, 9, in September of 2013.

Blink and You’ll Miss It

Blink and you’ll miss it

Blink and they’ve grown

Grown taller and smarter

Grown in that tiny space

Space of an eye’s blink

Space between heartbeats

Heartbeats and tears

Heartbeats and laughter

Laughter once high pitched

Laughter now of a man

Man in the making

Boy in a man’s body

Body strong and graceful

Body with a woman’s curves

Curves I didn’t see coming

Curves grew in a breath

Breath held at their births

Breath exploded in first cries

Cries of anger cries of sorrow

Cries of joy at bright tomorrow

Tomorrow once so far away

Tomorrow coming in a rush

Rush of lengthening bones

Rush of strengthening minds

Minds of their own as babies

Minds more their own today

Today one’s bigger than me

Today one’s well on her way

Way too fast this changing

Way too fast so easy to miss

Miss the little-boy voice

Miss the deepening breaks

Breaks in the action of life

Breaks to look in their eyes

Eyes that meet mine boldly

Eyes that still look to me

Me who’s getting older

Me who’s fading out

Out of ascendancy

Out of immediacy

Immediacy everywhere

Immediacy of change

Change the size of clothing

Change interests and beliefs

Beliefs of their own now

Beliefs I may not share

Share in their wonder

Share things I’ll most miss

Miss it if I blink too much

Wonder what I just missed

Two weeks ago, I shared an original one-off bit of Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, Not Only Metaphor. I promised to add a paragraph for each comment I received. Last week’s post garnered three comments, so I’ve got three new paragraphs, written stream-of-consciousness style, to fit the SoCS motif.

To remind you, T’Pol and Trip are in bed, together, and T’Pol just heard Trip whisper something he didn’t say. Now, engineer that he is, he’s wondering just how she did that…

Most Agreeable Human Contact

T’Pol shivered into the touch of his cool lips. “You’re certain you didn’t speak?”

“I think I’d know. You sure you’re not a mind-reader, or whatever your people call that thing that Tolaris fellow did to you – oh, hell, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought that up. I’m tired, and my mouth – well, I guess I don’t have to tell you about my mouth.”

“No, you don’t have to tell me about your mouth.” T’Pol shifted so that she could engage in the most agreeable human contact known as kissing. That occupied the next two minutes. “Nor am I a melder. Will you remain here, and sleep with me?”

Mmm…now where will that invitation lead, I wonder?

Same deal applies. Comment, and get another paragraph. I can’t tell you what’s going to happen next; I won’t be writing the next batch for a week. So, if you want to know, comment here, and there’ll be more next Saturday.

If you liked this week’s paragraphs, why not stop to see Pav, Erin Zarro, and Dale Cooper? Their comments gave us this week’s snippet.

Standard Disclaimer Applies: I don’t own these two; I don’t want to make any money from writing their stories.

Have you tried stream-of consciousness writing?

Come read more, or join in – there’s just a few simple rules.

Visit the #SoCS hashtag, or click here!