4 Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompts!

I am catching up on these four great prompts and I’m continuing my story about Nick, Al and their little wee ones Morgan and Eden. The two previous parts of the series were from Nick’s POV but this one is from Al’s. Hope you all enjoy! 🙂



Work Trip


As I went away for business in Hong Kong, I listened through earphones to the recording my husband and my wee ones made singing “Happy Birthday” to me on the plane. My birthday was to take place while I was to be on the trip and so they had got together to make me this recording so that in a way they could be there with me on the day. But it was becoming more than that to me. I hated when I had to go away but work called.


It was the perfect earworm and throughout my two week work trip, I listened to it over and over. It made me feel safe and serene between Skype chats with them. It was a recording I knew I’d never delete. Even if it embarrassed poor Morgan and Eden when they got older!


In response to Linda’s prompt:





Earth Theories


“Is the world flat?”, my colleague Matt asked as we sat waiting for the latest marketing meeting to begin.

I looked up from my sheets expecting him to be smiling. Like it was a joke. When I realised he was being deadly serious I quickly wiped the smirk off my face.

“Well …”, I began tentatively.

“Some people have theories that it is … but um, I think it’s round.”

“But that’s just modern thinking, isn’t it? I was watching this video on the internet the other night where this guy was saying that everything we’ve been taught to believe about the earth is untrue. That dinosaurs and all is a deception.”

I just about stopped my mouth from falling open. Was he being serious? Before I had a chance to response he spoke again.

“Have you ever looked into it?”

Me and the hubby once had a good laugh watching a few YouTube videos about it one night didn’t sound like the right answer.

“Um, no …”

“Well you see that’s the problem, most people haven’t been opened up to the truth. If they were, wow, it’s mindblowing. I used to think it was never possible too.”

“Interesting …”

“I know, right? I mean how else are we held up on the earth?”

“Gravity I think.”

“Yet another deception.”


When I got home, I told Nick about the conversation and we sat down to laugh at a few more videos on YouTube about the flat earth theory.

“While I respect Matt’s right to think what he wants to think, I think it’s all bullshit!”, Nick laughed.

“You and me both!”, I grinned.

“I just don’t think I’ll tell him that!”, I added.


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The Little Duck


I was out with the family at the park. We went over to feed the ducks some bread. As I watched my two four-year-old twins feeding the ducks, I couldn’t believe how fast time had passed. It made me think that you need to really take notice of the small moments like today.

“Eden, look, that little duck is all alone at the side of the pond.”, Morgan said.

“Maybe they are shy. Let’s throw bread and make a trail to the other ducks.”, Eden suggested.

Nick and I watched as our two slowly but surely made a trail that the duck followed over to the other ducks. Proud is an understatement.


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Lyrical Feeling


I sat at the kitchen table looking up accounts on my laptop. The kids were in watching Peppa Pig in the living-room. Nick came in with the shopping and passed me a folded note before going to unpack the groceries.

“We can talk, why are you passing me letters?”

“Oh, just open the bloody thing!”, he laughed.

So I did. And it was a poem,


Remember that time we had a great night

in the Travelodge hotel in the dim light

making love so sweetly,

showing love so deeply,

well honey another baby or babies is on the way,    

just thought I might say!


To me, the words were lyrical to my heart. I looked up and smiled at him, he smiled back and then I took him in my arms.


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6 Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompts!

I am catching up on these six wonderful prompts and I have decided to make them into a mini continuing story following on from the last mini continuing story I did for Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Hope you all enjoy! 🙂




“It’s called gustation.”, I informed Al who was barely listening.

“What is babe?”

“When you taste something.”

“Pregnancy making you eat the dictionary?”, he smiled.

I grinned.

“I need to be reading something between calls at the office!”

“You need to be resting Nick. Not been in a bloody office!”

“I’m pregnant dude. Not dying!”

“Even so … so hit me with another one?”

“OK, sternutation?”

“You when the cookies are gone.”, he laughed.

“I get it, stern. Well you know, I have me cravings. The baby or babies is hungry …”

“You are blaming the baby … or babies … too much!”, he laughed.

“So go, what is it?”


“Jeez, these big words, my god!”, he laughed.

“But I like the meaning of the first one.”, he said pulling me close and kissing me passionately and for just under an hour we began a gustation of each other’s mouths.


In response to Linda’s prompt:




Road Trip With Michael


My mate Michael was panicking more than I was!

“Michael, Al’s number is in my phone. Call him when they take me in.”

Michael was currently driving me to the hospital after my waters broke while he was over at our house.

“Why is he doing overtime today of all days?!”, he mumbled.

“Money for the baby or babies.”, I replied between breathing exercises.

“Oh god, are you OK?”

“Fine! Now just keep your eyes on the road mate!”

“I am, I am … jesus.”

We arrive at the hospital and Michael, sweat-covered, helps me over to the doctor.

“My mate is going to give birth.”, Michael says urgently.

“And where’s your mate?”, the doctor says.

Michael raises an eyebrow.

“Beside me.”

The doctor’s face turns smug and they smile.

“Now come on lads, we’ve got numerous cases, serious cases here, women really giving birth …”

“But he is giving birth …”, Michael begins.

“I’d like you both to leave the car park immediately or I’ll have to call security.”

At this stage I’ve had it up to here with pain and this underqualified douchebag is getting on my nerves.

“I’m fucking trans!”, I shout.


“I got here as soon as I could babe!”, Alan said, rushing into my room.

“They wouldn’t let me in. Thought I was a nutter when I said my husband was in labour.”, he said, taking my hand.

“It’s OK, it’s a weird hospital honey … did you see them?”

He smiled.

“Through the window of the incubator room. They both look so adorable. And small.”

“Yeah, I thought that too. Thought something was wrong. They assured me everything was alright. Then I fell asleep.”

“They told me you were resting so I nipped down the shops and got you a few things in. Diet Coke, couple of magazines. You need to relax. You’ve just popped two sprogs out.”

From the look on his face I could tell that he was very proud of that fact.


In response to Linda’s prompt:




Coming Home


“So yeah, they forgot the T in LGBTQ+ again.”, I moaned when we reached our kitchen.

“I never forget the T in it or the other tea in fact either. I’ll pop on the kettle Nicky.”

We sat down with our two newborns Morgan and Eden. We picked two gender neutral names and were raising them both non-binary. When they were older they could decide but for now that seemed the most normal thing to do.

I held Eden in my arms feeding them their bottle while Al held Morgan and was feeding them their bottle. And we waited for the tea to boil.


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Sometimes I just go into the nursery and watch my two babies sleeping. Most of the time they can be “noisy little sprogs” as Al says but sometimes they are calm and peaceful giving their Daddies a moment’s peace. Watching the beating of their little hearts always makes my own heart swell up with joy and pride. I get it now when people say it’s the little moments in life …


Al comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me.

“They are out like a log.”, he says, smiling softly.

“For now!”, I laugh, gently so as not to wake them.

And I look back down at their sleeping little frames and think the most important organ is the heart.

I think to myself,

I will always protect you two little Rugrats. Never be ashamed of who you are for one moment like my own Dad was. You two are my world, in my heart always and if anyone tries to harm either of you they’ll have me and Al to deal with. And unlike your sweet little hearts and faces, it won’t be pretty.

In response to Linda’s prompt:




Work Call


I was back at work after giving birth. Duties here seemed easy after that marathon! Later on Michael was set to babysit Morgan and Eden. So me and Al had a romantic meal planned at the new restaurant down the road from our house. It was called Elm Bay. Two three letter words so a nice snappy title that was easy to remember when anyone asked if I had plans for the weekend.

The phone rings.

“Hello, Millerfield’s Information Centre, how can I help you?”

“Is that Nicholas there?”

I grin.

“Is that Alan from sales? What can we do for you?”

“Nothing much. I was just wondering if you could check a few things out for me …”

No one’s around so I decide to play along.

“I believe it shouldn’t be too much trouble …”


“It would be my pleasure to help you out in any way I can Sir.”

“Well you see Nicholas, may I call you Nick or Nicky?”

“I’m afraid that’s against company rules Sir?”

“Call me Al or is that against company rules too?”

“The customer’s always right Al.”, I laughed.

“What are you wearing?”, he teased, seductively.

“Oh Sir, that’s definitely against company rules!”

“What? To wear clothes Nicholas? Your company sounds fun!”

Jim from accounts came down the stairs.

“Well I shall deal with your enquiry straightaway.”

Al took the hint.

“OK, talk to you later babe.”


“Busy?”, Jim smiled.

“Oh, an odd phone call here and there.”, I grinned.


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Elm Bay


“A late supper.”, I smiled to Al as we sat down to have our meal at Elm Bay.

“Hope it ain’t too expensive.”, I added, picking up the menu.

“Do me a favour tonight?”


“Stop worrying about money. We don’t get out much lately.”

“OK, OK.”, I smiled.

We ordered in our meals. Two beef dishes with all the trimmings. When we had finished, Al said with a wink,

“Let’s skip desert.”

I laughed.

“You always wanted to say that, haven’t you?”

“Pretty much.”, he grinned.

But we had chocolate fudge cake and then went for a later desert of each other’s bodies in the alleyway. The most daring thing I ‘d ever done. Somehow doubt it was the most daring thing Al had! But it was super fun indeed!


In response to Linda’s prompt:



4 Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompts!

I am catching up on these four wonderful prompts and I have decided to make them into a mini continuing story. Hope you all enjoy! 🙂





“Cheers!”, I said for the must be coming on fiftieth time that day as I hit glasses with another guest at my wedding to my new husband Alan.

I wasn’t quite sure who this person was. Probably from Alan’s sales job or maybe the Hercule Poirot Appreciation Club.

Alan comes over rescuing me. He can be relied on like that.

“Ah Gary, thanks for coming. I see you’ve met my gorgeous husband Nick.”

He can be relied upon to be over the top too! My sister Niamh loves him, wishes her boyfriend would announce her gorgeousness so freely but to be honest I think it’s a little much. But I haven’t said. Don’t wish to rock the boat, you know.

“Yeah, Alan’s told me so much about you.”, I smile, like you do, think I’ve said the right thing.

“Oh I hope not all bad!”, Gary replies with a hearty chuckle.

“No, not at all.”, I grin back.

I’ve smiled a lot today. Introverts’ trait.


Later in the evening Alan and I are back in our hotel room. We don’t bother with the traditional getting it on of the wedding night. We’re both knackered from the day and in any case we’ve been through that many times before. So we simply crawl into bed, cuddle for a few moments, tell each other how great we did today and then put the lights out.


In response to Linda’s prompt:





The Phone



“You didn’t come back last night! Where the hell were you?!”, Alan says, standing in the middle of the kitchen looking all stern and stuff.

“I was drunk so I crashed on Niamh’s sofa! It’s no big deal!”, I reply with a shrug.

“A likely story!”

“Call her then!”

“What would be the point? She’d only back you up … and saying you are telling the truth …”

“I am!”

And I was. Jesus!

“Was he there?”

“Do you mean Niamh’s boyfriend Cian?”

“Yes, he’s bi you know.”

“Yeah, I’m aware of that and you and I are gay, Niamh’s straight, what exactly are you coming at here?”

“Oh you wouldn’t tell me the truth anyway!”, he says, starting to leave the kitchen.

I follow him through to the living-room, anger growing inside me.

“Do you think I’m screwing him Al? Is that honestly what you think?!”

“He left his mobile phone here when I was away on business …”

“Jeez, that’s incriminating.”, I reply with sarcasm.

He slumps down on the sofa.

“Was he staying here?”

“He came over for lunch.”

“And why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t think it was important that my sister’s boyfriend came over for lunch for a half an hour …”

“Of course it isn’t … I’m sorry. I …”

I slumped down beside him on the sofa, took his hand in mine.

“I’m not Brendan, you know? I can be faithful.”

He places his hand on top of mine, rubs it softly.

“I know. I’m sorry. I love you Nicky.”

“Love you too, you jealous ‘ole lump.”, I smile, giving him a quick reassuring kiss.


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“Do you think we’re coming near the place now?”, I asked as we rounded yet another street.

“Not sure. I’m sure we’re getting pretty warm in finding it though.”, Al replied, forcing me to roll my eyes.

“Just for future reference babe, maybe bring a Google map or something.”

“I don’t know how those things work.”


Eventually we get there and are greeted by the receptionist. When the receptionist fails to find the reservation in the book, Al gets agitated.

“You’re supposed to know what you’re doing. Are you new here or something?!”

“Well um, actually I am, um …”

“It’s ok.”, I interrupt.

“We can wait. Maybe you could ring your supervisor? You’re doing grand.”

The receptionist smiles.

“I’ll sort it out.”, they say, going to the phone.

“You are too soft Nicky. He shouldn’t be here if he doesn’t know what he’s doing! I know you are a receptionist and all but …”

“Yeah and you’re a big shot salesman, we know!”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“Well you’re sure acting like it. Give them time.”

“And you’re doing that irritating thing again.”

“What’s that?”

“Saying them …”

“Well I don’t like to assume someone’s gender or pronouns based on how they present so sue me!”

“Jesus, he’s taking all day about this!”

“They are trying their best Al. It isn’t that easy when you’re under pressure, you know.”

Eventually the supervisor came down and things were sorted. There was two reservation books and the receptionist had been looking at the wrong one. Al rolled his eyes and made sure the receptionist seen. I smiled over to them, thanked both them and the supervisor for their help. Al sighed and done likewise before we headed up to our room.

After we had got settled, we had some wine and had a wonderful night of passion.


In response to Linda’s prompt:






The baby or babies.

My mind buzzed like a wasp.

“I know we hadn’t planned it but …”, I said, tears beckoning to come into my eyes as I sat across the kitchen table from Al.

Instinctively he takes my hand in his.

“Take your time. Hadn’t planned what? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, um … well with me being a trans guy and you being a cis guy, there was always the chance.”

“What’s any of that got to do with anything?Always the chance of what?”

“You know that night of passion we had at the hotel …”

“How could I forget?!”, he smiled with a cheeky grin and then a light bulb seemed to have went off.

“Oh.”, he said.


He broke out into a smile and took me into a gentle hug.

“That’s amazing news!”

“Really?”, I replied, relieved.

“It’s just as I said we haven’t planned it and all …”

“Oh forget that! This is brilliant. I’m really happy. Are you?”

A tear of joy slips down my face.

“Yes, yes I am.”


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May 26/18 – Saturdays

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…



Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “grill.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!


Nora loved Saturdays. It was time to spend time with her children and her Mum. Being a single mother working two jobs in the week these moments were moments to savour. This Saturday Nora, her mother Bernadette and Nora’s two children Niamh (10) and Janet (6) were having a barbecue in their back garden. Nora and Bernadette were frying burgers, onions and rashers on the grill. For a brief few moments Nora looked sideways at her Mum, the strongest woman she knew, and thought how she would never survive without her help. Since her two daughters’ father, if he could be called that, Carl had ventured off leaving them while she was pregnant with Janet things had been difficult but this kindly woman in her fluffy pink slippers always helped things run smoothly. Nora hugged her Mum. No words were needed. Bernadette understood.


The family sat down in the garden chairs to eat and wash their food down with coke. The sun shone down and life was perfect. Photos were taken as was photos of all their memories on Saturdays so that one day Niamh and Bernadette could look back on the times they had with their Mum and Nan. Next week they organised was to be a trip to the seaside and Nora and Bernadette hoped this gorgeous weather they were having of late kept up.


2/18 – Love/Equality

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…


Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “your favourite word.” What’s your favourite word? Write about it, base your post on it, or just write about the concept of having one. Enjoy!


I love the term equality. I feel so passionate about what it symbolises. A world free of oppression, prejudice, ignorance and all the rest of that rubbish. Where people stopped using politically correct as a term for what really means good and normal thinking. I love the term equality because it symbolises everything I want for this world. To ease my mind in the minority groups I’m in. No longer fear of prejudice when I meet someone. No longer fearing having to get into a conflict to defend myself when I shouldn’t need to. To ease my mind in the majority groups I’m in. No longer to feel guilt about getting privileged treatment. Fearing people think I’m like others in the majority group. Quite a sickening thought that.


I love the term love because it represents the most important thing in our world. It represents the most precious relationships we have with our other halves, family, pets and friends. Without it we struggle so much more. Love is what keeps us going in bad times and gives us great memories in good times. Love means so many things. It’s in our love for our careers and hobbies and keeps us going and sane. After all aren’t all those who hate a bit insane when you actually sit down and talk to them?


I love these two terms which I think are two sides of the one coin. Though people say you can have one without the other I don’t believe that to be true.





19/18 – The Well

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…



Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “empty/hollow.” Use one, use both, entirely up to you. Enjoy!



The well was out in the middle of nowhere. There was various tales Carly heard about what was down there. Her grandmother who raised her was convinced that there was a body down there and Carly had brought many man, women and non-binary people here over the years after dates to see the well embellishing tales of what lay beneath. In truth she didn’t know.


And what lay below was something the small village which housed the well could never fathom … a couple of fish just swimming pleasantly around.





#SoCS May 12/18 – Stephen

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…



Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “on the farm.” Find a word that has a farm animal sound in it, i.e. sMOOth, and use it in your post. Bonus points if you include three or more. Have extra fun!



Stephen looked at the tape in his hand. He had three options: go to the police, go to the papers or keep back what he had in his possession. The information exposed a ring of drug pushers and they came from all worlds including big shots from the law, political, religious and business world as well as a couple of top celebrities. This stuff could blow so much out in the open and ruin many careers, marriages and relationships.


Stephen was a man who liked a drug himself so getting rid of the evidence was out of the question. And though he wanted to do what was right for his friend Sophie who had been killed by a bad stash given by ya one from that law firm he couldn’t go to the police. They didn’t pay a dime. So he headed in the doors of the newspaper Starbeam Daily …



#SoCS May 5/18 – Letter Home

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…



Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “letter.” Use it in your post or theme your post on any meaning of the word “letter.” Enjoy!


Letter Home


Dear Mum & Dad,


Life is great here. I’m working in a swanky hotel at the reception desk and everyone is so lovely. I’ve made lots of friends here including Mary Lynn, a girl from Dublin. We go to the Irish bar here. Me and Jennifer are loving our apartment. It has a great view of the city and we often drink out on the balcony. Marriage and parenthood has even been discussed.

The theatres are amazing and I caught Wicked there just the other night with Jennifer. By the way, I’ve just got a car. A red Ford. And you should see the shops! I can’t believe that I can finally afford some of those clothes! Oh and I’m doing a night course in book keeping. My tutor said just the other day that I was looking promising for a career in accountancy.

It’s all so exciting here and I’m doing fine so don’t worry!


Signing off now. Lots of love and kisses to you all and Nan,

Jade xxxxxxxxxx


Jade placed the letter in the envelope and put it in the letter box. She sighed. It would keep them happy at least. Her life in London was far from the picture she had painted in her letter. She and Jennifer had broke up two weeks into living together when Jennifer had moved on with the beautiful blond woman from the cafe. Jade hadn’t visited that cafe since which was a shame Jade felt as the apple pie and cream there was to die for. She was working two jobs. One in the day at a car dealership where she had seen the red Ford she hadn’t purchased and a night job as an escort to lonely older women. Just about she was getting by with the rent currently on her small flat. And Mary Lynn was that stylish woman who worked in that swanky hotel she passed by each day who looked like some supermodel out of Vogue but who she didn’t actually know was Dublin.

She continued her walk back to the car dealership. Her break was sure to be almost at an end and her boss there Ken was the type that thought five seconds late meant a docking of wages. As she walked she passed the clothes shops with gear she couldn’t afford but which she had received a coat from courtesy of a client Mandy from her escorting job who went to Wicked with friends recently and told Jade about it in her monotone voice. She entered the car dealership, returned to her desk just in time and looked over at the leaflets advertising evening courses in the local Further Education College. Book Keeping was there and she knew it would warm the heart of her father who loved Maths to think she was attending the course. But really if she had more money, it would be the Creative Writing course she would pursue. She figured she had some kind of a gift for it. After all her fantasy world was working so far with her parents. She didn’t want to lie to them and Nan but the alternative of saying she was a failure appealed less.

She looked over at the Irish pub across the road. Well she had been there once with a client Betty, an alcoholic, so she guessed a half truth was better than nothing …



#SoCS April 28/18 – Your Heart

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…


Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “Why/Y.” Theme your post on a word that starts with “Y” – bonus points if you start or end your post with “Why.” Have fun!


Your Heart


Why is the world so full of boxes? So much about making one “the norm” and one “the other”? At what stage will many get their heads out of their arses and realise we are all just here? Why are some people never questioned about anything while I feel I have to justify myself at almost every turn? And why does that seem alright to most people?


My name is Kyle, 23, non-binary. And here I am on this TV show wondering why I have to prove it when this cisgender presenter ain’t bothering to prove that he is cisgender. And oh ain’t he smug about it? I feel like saying you do you and I’ll do me. But he don’t get that and he never will. And that’s sad for him really.


So instead of proving anything I tell those worried and struggling out there to go with what is in your heart. After all there is nothing else. The rest is all manufactured. And content I feel and it doesn’t even bother me when yaman’s still asking why?



#SoCS April 21/18 – Heart

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “spoke.” Use it somewhere, in some form, in your post. Bonus points if you don’t use it in the first sentence. Enjoy!



No one made her heart skip like she did. A breathless radiance of compassion. Filled with love. She seemed so natural and such a world apart from so many people she knew. All openness and kindness. All wonderful wit and comebacks that came at you so unexpectedly. She made her feel giddy with happiness. Such a nice feeling. She made her feel like goodness was alive and well in a world where it didn’t always feel like that sometimes.


An ordinary girl with an activist spirit. A girl with a heart full of dreams following adventure at every turn. Seeing life with realistic eyes but also with zest. A carefree heart of maturity and immaturity. A heart of realness, of honesty. Grit and determination span through her.


And with all this love, she spoke to her heart. And her heart spoke back.