Uncontrollable Nonsense

A11C4E23-BAC7-4B77-8CA0-F86D6BE8745CToday’s Sunday Writing Prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie is “uncontrollable nonsense” and we are tasked with “writing something that is actual nonsense, means nothing.”

So I decided to do something Teresa Grabs used to do on her old blog. She would let the word auto-select feature on her smartphone, I presume, pick the next word. So, in the example below, the next word would be “with.”36A91B7F-CDA2-44FC-96ED-CEEEE389C7BAI did “cheat” a little, in that the words in italics were words I used to get the conversation going. Otherwise, what follows is purely uncontrollable nonsense for about 90 words.

This is nonsense and it’s not so good. I don’t think we have any questions or comments about the topic. I’m glad you enjoyed the time last night and the day before when you were going on to the next week.

Forget about what you mean by the end of this world. Nobody knows how much they have been fooled by the way they have worked with their faith. I don’t have any other choice, but if I’m going through this anyway, I’ll let you know when I’m done.

So, how was that for a little bit of uncontrollable nonsense? Why don’t you give it a try?

Weekend Writing Prompt — Wildfires

406BCC28-B27B-44FE-A0D2-83DFF9C78FADSometimes they were due to a careless camper. At other times, they were started by sparks from power lines taken down by high winds. In either case, the wildfires during the dry season would ravage the countryside, threatening homes, farms, vineyards, and lives.

This wildfire season was no exception, and thousands of acres burned from the out-of-control fires. But then the unexpected happened and a very unseasonable downpour, the likes of which rarely came during the hot, dry summer months, doused the fires, saving countless acres from devastation.

(88 words)


Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt.838D4F9E-B3E5-4A66-8F6D-ED18804A2BF6

SoCS —Check It Out

C5EC6F7E-CA19-4E1D-89F1-0B45440681F3“Cheese,” said Charlie. “It definitely needs more cheese.”

“Well, you’re the chief chef, Charlie,” Charlotte said.

Charlie threw his hands up and sat down on a kitchen chair. “We need to chat, Charlotte,” he said.

“Uh oh,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Do I have a choice?”

“Didn’t I ask you to chop up the chives for the chowder?” Charlie asked. “Christ, Charlotte, I personally chose you to be my assistant chef, chiefly because I thought I could count on you to carry out your assigned tasks. I took a real chance on you and I thought you’d be up for the challenge. But something has changed, recently, and your behavior seems a bit chaotic of late. Is there anything you need to get off your chest?”

“Oh Charlie, I used to be so charmed by you,” Charlotte said. “I cherished your skills in the kitchen, and choosing me as your protege was like the cherry on top of the sundae for me. But I think things have been getting a bit too chummy between us and it has made me uncomfortable.”

Charlie took a deep breath. “Listen, Charlotte, if you’re about to take a cheap shot….”

Charlotte interrupted Charlie before he could finish. “Chillax, Charlie. Stop acting like a child,” she said. “You asked and I answered. But don’t worry, I’m not going to say anything to anyone.

“Is that supposed to cheer me up, Charlotte?” Charlie asked. “Do you think I’m some kind of charlatan?”

“No, Charlie, not at all,” Charlotte said.

“Well, you’re done here, Charlotte,” Charlie said angrily. “I’ll send your final check to your home address.”

With that, Charlie and Charlotte turned to the audience and took a bow to a round of cheers and applause. Then Christine Chemsworthy, head of HR, stepped up to the microphone and said to the group of employees gathered in the large conference room, “I’d like to thank Charles and Charlotte for their great presentation illustrating inappropriate workplace behavior.”


Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, where we were asked to “ind a word that starts with ‘ch’ and use it as your prompt word. Bonus points if you start your post with that word.” I found quite a few words.

First Line Friday — The Nightmare

E0009EAF-8755-4349-8439-B0FCBE761D72“Someday, this will be over — only remembered like some half-felt and fading nightmare,” Kevin said to his older brother, Randy.

“If you believe that, Kevin,” Randy said, “you are, at best, naive, and at worst, ignorant.”

“I really believe he’ll lose in November and that normalcy in our country will be restored,” Kevin said.

“You’re assuming that there will be an election in November,” Randy said.

“Of course there will be an election,” Kevin countered. “It’s required by the Constitution.”

Do you think Trump gives two shits about the Constitution?” Randy said. “And who would stop him from canceling the election? Not his Republican sycophants, that’s for sure. The only way there will be an election is if he knows he’ll win. And if he somehow loses, he’ll say it was rigged and declare it null and void.”

“You’re such a drama queen, Randy,” Kevin said. “Our democratic institutions won’t allow that to happen.”

“You’re a fool to believe that, Kevin,” Randy said. “He’s a dictator who controls the executive branch, the courts, and the Senate. No one is going to stop him. Between him, his sons, and Ivanka, this nightmare will not be over any time soon. And as Trump’s ass-kissing attorney general Bill Barr said, ‘History is written by the winners, so it largely depends on who is writing the history.’ I’m afraid this nightmare ain’t gonna simply fade away, brother.”


Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday, where the first line is, “Someday, this will be over — only remembered like some half-felt and fading nightmare.” Image credit: Simanion.com.