Category: Confusion

SHE Got What HE Gave Her…

She’s the one for the next dance.

He thought as he drove his truck toward the side of the road.

She displays a slight smile as I approach.
She displayed a slight smile as he approached. 

He smiled, knowingly, as the music screamed out through the open windows.

She changes her face into a glow as I extend my hand.
She changed her face into a glow as he extended his hand.

He could picture the outcome as he sounded the horn.

She graciously engages my offered frame.
She graciously engaged his offered frame.

He knew she was expecting to be picked up.

She transforms my leads into beautiful motions.
She transformed his leads into beautiful motions.

He slowed as she lifted her shopping bags, no rush, he thought.

She glides the floor with grace and elegance.
She glided the floor with grace and elegance.

He said aloud, “All the more perfect!”

She makes me feel like the king of the ballroom.
She made him feel like the king of the ballroom.

He knew, however, he was nothing of the sort.

She smiles in appreciation as the music ends.
She smiled in appreciation as the music ended.

He wanted to savour the reaction without any other external noise.

She is the one.

He laughed, as he drove through the puddle of water by the bus stop, totally drenching her… her screams faded as he sped away.

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I’m still operating on reduced power, but wanted to participate in this blogging challenge originated by Frank over at A Frank Angle.

Frank’s challenge is to write a sentence to follow on from a first sentence written by Frank, and then all combinations make up a story. I had to amend the context of Frank’s words just a little so that they would work with my ideas. I think it works.

KEY – This is to ensure that the above story does make (at least a little) sense.

This colour indicates Frank’s original sentence.
This colour is my amended version of Frank’s sentence.
This colour is my reaction to the previous sentence.

It was fun to write, although it highlights a particular devilish side of humanity that tends to crop up from time to time… although when it happens when I’m driving, it is entirely by accident. Honest!!! (Not that I have ever driven a truck, I must add!)

Visit Frank’s site for more entries to his challenge… or have a go for yourself. Further details are on his site.

Reduced Power

Eagle-eyed visitors may have noticed something recently that isn’t that apparent to those who are less eagle-eyed. Although having said that, those with eagle-eyes could be excused for missing it, all things considered.

You may have noticed in the last few posts simply words, no pictures, no featured images.

You may not have noticed either, considering out of the last three posts, only two of them contained words, and one had merely a picture. And this post too, is rather text heavy and slightly light on the old picture side.

We’re running on reduced power here at Beyond the Sphere at present. And yes, I’m well aware that some people will quip that there really isn’t much change there then (thank you person at the back there!) but I wanted to post my exc reasons.

I’ve been kidnapped by aliens, you see, and infected with some alien lurgy… and have very patchy internet in the cargo hold of their ‘luxurious’ space cruiser. When Mars gets in Earth’s way, there is no signal strength at all.

The clock going back has affected my equal librarian sending me completely out of whack with my immediate surroundings. Not that I could argue I was totally in whack to begin with, but right now I’m here and my whack is waaay over there.

After the work on the Bathroom was finally completed, I had dozens of teeth extracted, and I’m now in the process of having thousands of feelings. Yes, I did type feelings there, and although I meant fillings feelings came out. As they do. And when having a filling, I feel you really don’t want to feel feelings. Apart from the numbness wearing off hours after the operation(s) it(them)sel(f/ves). See. Equal Librarian. Out of whack. I blame Mars.

Something’s in Retrograde. I can feel it. I don’t know what, but I can just tell. Maybe it’s ‘cos I is upside down.

I also have a sniffle. Some may describe it as Man-Flu, but not I. ‘Tis a sniffle and it only hurts when I blow my nose. Which seems to be like all of the time at the moment, and with my nose being just above my feeling-filled mouth, I have a lot of different feelings to deal with in that area.

And they say men don’t talk about their feelings. I’ve waffled on about them incessentantly during this pictureless waffle. Ah well. Sometimes no pictures can be a blessing. You should see the shade of red on my hooter.

Not as red as in Mars red, which to me has always been more of a brown but who am I to argue with science, but almost as red as the red squiggly lines which highlight the words which Spellchecker thinks I have spelled/spelt incorrectly. Obviosuly, I haven’t, but Spellchecker doesn’t know that.

So, there we have it.

My exc reasons for working on reduced power at present. Obviously (well not obviously, obviously), normal service will be resumed as soon as possible, and posts around here will return to their usual technicolour greatness.

Alien spaceship wifi and missing whack withstanding, I shall be replying to comments and visiting soon. I feel like I’m always saying that.

It’s true, you know. It’s good to talk about your feelings.

I shall see you in the next post / comment reply/ YOUR blog soon!

Feel Good now!

Time Is Again Doing Its Thing!

The short days are now making the time feel as though it is whizzing by faster than ever, and it was already whizzing by at an exponential rate before we had to turn the clocks back to usher in Greenwich Mean Time once again.

The thing is, I feel so out of whack with time right now its untrue. I find myself idly waiting, sitting doing hardly anything, when suddenly time appears to say ‘you have five minutes exactly now to complete this task’.

I ask, ‘time, why didn’t you come to me earlier to say this, instead of leaving it up to the last minute to do so?’

And time replies, ‘it isn’t me making you rush.’

Obviously, time’s right.

Only not here at the Mansion. Each clock is set at a different time since the clocks went back. And although that is still my fault, I can blame time just a little for that one. I mean, I really can’t, blame time, as it really is just doing its thing, but if I can pass time by changing time and waste time writing about time, time can bear some of the burden.

This time I’m sticking to it.

And in time, I’ll know exactly what that it is.

A timely Six Word Saturday post.