Stream Of Consciousness

Time Flies

Author's Note: I haven't written a stream of consciousness in awhile so I decided to write one today.  The word was "clock" and this is what I ended up with.  In this piece I was just trying to be as descriptive as possible, and I also tried to make it clear who the characters were.  

Time flies by and she's still sitting in same place she was in two hours ago.  Lyssa, the adorable little seven year old she was a decade ago was now getting ready to head of to college.  Tomorrow, tomorrow.  She would think that one word over and over and over again.  Crawling around her bedroom floor,  Lyssa tried to find that gold box that she hid somewhere saving up her college money.  As she searched underneath her bed, an avalanche of clothes buried her. In frustration she popped her head out of her pile of cardigans and jeans.  Lyssa laid down on her bead that was now empty.  With her arms and legs spread out across the bed she sighed.  Looking up at her ceiling, she went back in time; pictures of her family and friends covered every inch of her walls, along with stickers from the prize box in kindergarten.  For a moment, she forgot the world.

"Lyssa, are you done packing?  Oooh!  Can I have the stuff that you don't want?" Her little sister Delanie squeal in excitement.

"Sure, it's in the box," Lyssa replied nonchalantly.

Delanie ran to the box grabbing everything with either pink or sparkles, or both.  "Don't I look dazzling?"  She admired herself in the mirror as she posed ready for her close up.  Lyssa continued minding her own business.   Running around the room, she opened her drawers checking things off her list as she went along.  Sitting on top of her luggage while attempting to zip it up -- Lyssa parents walked into the room holding a small object. 

"Need any help?" Her dad asked as he walked through the doorway.

"Nope, I think I got it all," she replied smiling with accomplishment. 

"I would hope so.  It's midnight." Her mom pointed at the wall and smiled seeing that the clock was gone and packed.  "Well, here's one more thing for you to add to your load."  She handed Lyssa a locket.

"What's this?"  Lyssa was shock yet pleased to see this crimson colored necklace in her hand.

"We just thought that no matter how far apart we will be, and how much time will go by before we see you again, we will always be there with you."  They both smiled and Lyssa's mom wrapped her arms around Lyssa a squeezed her very tight.  Lyssa was glad to have this memory.  This memory of what her family was and how it will forever be.  

A Butterfly's Storm

Author's Note: Today I wrote a stream of consciousness with the starting word being "ocean".  I was thinking about butterflies and how I've heard that "the beat of a butterfly's wings can set off a storm a world away".  That was the center of my idea.  In this piece I tried to parallel patterns and onomatopoeia to make it more fun.

In a tropical forest all alone, a butterfly sat on a branch of one of the most beautiful trees.  It's lavender wings pulsed -- once, twice, three times.  It soared, rocketing up to the top of the canopy.

At the same time, a giant wave splashed against the boat of a little boy and his father.  The little boy grasped the side of the boat and the father held his ground as he almost slid to the edge.  Ocean crashed upon them like a hammer into wood.

"Sit down!" the father cried.  The son slowly crouched onto the ground and a tear trickled down his face.

"Dad, what are we headed for?"  Whoosh!  Father could not see; the wind swept up the salty water and threw it in their direction.

"Dad!"

"Hang on I'm almost there!" Thunk!  A rocky surface cracked the starboard side.  When they started to turn the other way, the stern scraped up against the boulders.

"DAD!" Jonah shrieked.

"I'm coming, Jonah!"  he crawled to the front  and let out his hand.  Jonah seized it.  Cradled in his father's arms, he knew he was going to be okay.  "It's okay, it's okay." 

Not knowing where they were headed, what they would find, or why a perfect day turned into a sudden nightmare, Jonah and his father knew everything would be alright.