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Experiments in Humanity – Stream of Conciousness Saturday

“Hey there hon, what would you like?”

Toki felt a rush of endorphins as her human counterpart, Katrina, took in the male in front of her. His teeth glistened unnaturally against his sun damaged skin. 

“What are the options sweetheart?” His deeper voice sent shivers through Katrina.

Toki could barely think over the quickly increasing noise Katrina’s pounding heart made.

“Well, coffee, tea or me …” The sentence careened from confidence to shyness with the “me” barely whispered.

Why is her voice undulating into that sickly tone?

Blood rushed through Katrina’s viens, something Toki could also feel even if she’d rather not. The male’s smile stretched across his narrow face. He closed in on Katrina, grossly violating what Toki had learned were the human distancing requirements. 

“Well, I know what I’ll choose.” His warm breath brushed by Katrina’s ear. 

Toki hated these overwhelming sensations. The blood rushing around the body, the amount of noise it made, the varying heat sequences. Reading about it didn’t prepare her for the feelings associated with humanity. In just hours Katrina had taken Toki on a ride spanning the emotional bridge of humans. She cried, laughed, yelled and hit every point in between. 

Toki feared this male was going to push her into even more uncomfortable territory. 

His fingers slide down Katrina’s back. Her giggle made Toki’s skin crawl. Of course, Toki was borrowing Katrina’s skin for now. Small bumps spread in waves over Katrina’s arms and neck.  

How does humanity exist like this? 

It was less than 24 hours in and Toki was exhausted.

For Stream of Consciousness Saturday (SoCS)

I enjoyed this, it was nice to find a stream of consciousness prompt different than my usual word based one.

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Paris

PHOTO PROMPT © C.E.Ayr

Emily laid the picture over her lap. “What’s this?” 

“Paris! Isn’t it lovely?” Emily traced the eiffel tower with a trembling hand. 

“It’s yours?”

Jenna motioned towards Emily’s wall, a homage to landscapes and skylines all over the world she wished to visit. “Yours.”

“You think I’ll really see it one day?” In her years of nursing, Jenna had never met a child as determined as Emily. 

“I really do.” Emily nodded her approval as she yawned. 

“I’ll dream about it first.” Emily sank into her bed. A mess of hair peeked from underneath her blankets.

Slowly, she slipped away.

Word Count: 100
For Friday Fictioneers

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In The Name of Adventure

Elias slipped his sleeve over his fingers and rubbed the window. In his dreams he was a master treasure hunter traveling the globe in search of the “the big one”. 

Through patchy fog Elias could see a rainbow arching into the harbor. 

He picked at the fuzzy bunny knitted onto his shirt while thinking the plan through. 

Getting to the harbor was easy, his parents wouldn’t be mad if he looked both ways when he crossed the street. 

The boats would start leaving soon. One of them would take him to the rainbow’s end. 

Elias had no time to waste.

PHOTO PROMPT © Jeff Arnold

Word Count: 100
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Hometown Hero

Joe showed up drunk, still clutching a fifth to his chest.

Hattie wrinkled her nose.

“The great hometown hero.”

Sam wore an unholy combination of rotten fish and garbage for cologne. 

“It’s been a long night.” 

“What did you guys do?”

“Oh, just me. I don’t know where he’s been.”

Hattie refused to see this get away.

“Help me get him up. We’re heroes and I’m not going to let our group get embarrassed like ths.”

“I’ve been up all night fighting crime.”

“Ok.” Hattie tossed the rope into his waiting hands. “We’ve got tug o’ war to win.”

Word Count: 99
For Carrot Ranch Micro Fiction challenge


This virus thing has been a little bit crazy. I hope everyone is coping with the upended routines and staying safe and healthy!

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“Destiny”

“True love is destiny.”

Juli had no time for old fashioned nonsense. Maybe “destiny” helped her grandmother but that was before the digital age. Everything was different now. 

Juli’s Romeo appeared in the background of a viral video. The moment he smiled, she knew. 

She scoured the internet, hoping to give “destiny” a helping hand. The research was painstaking but every bit was worth it.

He worked in front of his open window nightly, 9 PM sharp. The fountain, he penned, gave him endless inspiration.

Juli sat on its marbled edge, waiting. Any moment now, he would realize his “destiny”.

PHOTO PROMPT © Ceayr

Word Count: 100
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Rules Meant to Break

“Time travel works like a ride, all about momentum. We set the chosen time as your center point, you see that perfectly. Everything towards the edges …”

The tech shrugged but George was unconcerned.

“Remember the rules, no touchy, no changey, don’t slow down.”

With that George was off, whipping through time and space. His childhood home came into view. He could see his father, hands around the neck of the only man George ever loved.

He had done the math. George knew just how much he could afford to slow and, after all, rules were meant to be broken.

PHOTO PROMPT © Dawn Miller

Word Count: 100
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Escalator To Heaven

“Excuse me.” The hollow sound of my voice is surprising. Brilliantly glowing arches of gold should echo, giving life to the thin words. 

Robed figures slowly ascend the clunky escalator, seemingly unaware I spoke at all.

I can feel the anger pulsing in my temple.

“There should be a golden stairway!” 

All these years I slaved over designing a breathtaking entrance only to have the project overtaken by last-second grand ideas.

‘Make it worth the journey to see that pearly gate.’ Of course, you don’t say no to the divine. 

“Really sorry Jared. It’s a more economical choice.”

Word Count: 99
For Friday Fictioneers
PHOTO PROMPT © Ulrika Undén

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New Ventures

“Scotty has a new venture.” Dad peered over his paper, clearly reliving nightmares of Scotty’s entrepreneurial spirit. 

“Is it … What is it?” 

I was five when Scotty roped me into a lemonade business. It may have worked but he got the sugar mixed up with salt. His grilled cheese emporium went under after a rare virus ravaged most of his customers. Only the neighbors two dogs escaped but I’ve never been convinced they ate the discarded sandwiches. His t-shirt business never took off. We have t-shirts for days stashed in the garage.

All of this flashed through dad’s mind, I could read it on his face. 

“Honey, should we continue supporting these things? He’s insanely smart, he’s going to go far but …” Mom held her hand up silencing the criticism.

“Do you want to kill his spirit?”

As his snot nosed kid sister, I would call that an ok idea. 

Dad sighed and set his paper to the side. “Fine. Let’s go see.”

Scotty stood proudly in the street, a tugboat with fresh blue letters bleeding down the side sat behind him. 

“Son, you’ve never been on a boat. We don’t live anywhere near water.”

Photo courtesy of DB McNicol, author

Word Count: 197
For Sunday Photo Fiction

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See No Evil

This is the worst part.

Alfred looked unsuspecting, like he wouldn’t know a fly if it flew right into his ear, and he preferred to keep it that way.

The waiting.

Cops buzzed around the square. The sunrise illuminated their badges and reflected off their holstered guns.

“What about that guy?” A particularly robust cop jerked his thumb towards Alfred.

Shit.

“Him? Nah, he didn’t see anything.” Alfred’s boss leaned closer to the officer. “He’s slow.”

Alfred was grateful for the excuse. Tomorrow morning there would be enough cash hidden at the drop off point to cover him for months.

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Word Count: 100
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That’s What She Said

“Why is it so big?”
“It’s a tribute to our robot overlords.”
Dan adjusted the stainless steel colander on his head. A walkie talkie clipped to his buckle emitted a stream of white noise.
“Well it is impressive in size.” Leslie marked the boxes along her checklist.
“That’s what she said.”
“Oh, oh please don’t.”
“No, that is what she said.” Dan pointed to clouds dotting the horizon. For a split second Leslie could see a glint of something more than vapor in the sky. The white noise shrieked, spewed unintelligible words then fell silent. “They’re happy with my tribute.”

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Word Count: 100
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