kids say the darndest things

He sat alone on the hill as twilight settled around him.  The new moon would not be making an appearance and that allowed the stars to shine even more fiercely than normal.  A chilling breeze tugged playfully with the sleeves of his sweater but he paid it no mind.  He wasn’t there to play.  He was on a mission.

Tilting his head ever so slightly, he waited patiently and it seemed like the night hushed to make his task a bit easier.

“What are you doing up there?”  His mom’s voice carried clearly in the darkness.  He heard her, but was too intent upon his objective that he didn’t actually realize she was talking to him.

Only slightly irritated, her son was often lost in his own world and own thoughts, she marched up the hill to investigate.  She gently laid a hand on his shoulder and he startled back to reality, “What are you doing, honey?  It’s time to come in.”

“But, mom, I’m listening to the sounds of the stars,” he pouted, shaking himself free from her and returning his previous stance.

“Oh, honey, you can’t hear the stars,” she tried to break the news as softly as she could, she didn’t want to crush his spirit, and she reached out for him again.

He didn’t flinch when she placed her hand on his shoulder and squeezed comfortingly.  He didn’t stop what he was doing either.  He knew he could hear the stars perfectly clear, and they had already told him that his mom wouldn’t be able to hear them.  It was supposed to be their little secret, and while he felt a little guilty for almost giving it away, he was relieved that she hadn’t believed him.

He smiled giddily, as only a child can, as they forgave him for the slip and told him it was all going to be okay.  His mom started talking again and pulling, tugging, urging him down the hill back into the house but he ignored her as the stars relayed the last of their nightly message.  He was supposed to sit tight for another night, but soon, very soon, they would be coming and he needed to be ready.

“Okay, mom, we can go in now.  They’re done.”

She looked at her son, and then leaned back to gaze into the winking heavens, only to look back down and shake her head.  His imagination never ceased to amaze her.


The next night when the aliens came to enslave the world, she wished desperately she had asked more questions, had believe his outlandish tales, had done something, anything, to prepare, to warn others.  But, it was all too late.


I bet you guessed it.  I bet you already know.  And you would be right!  This was another post for the Inspiration Monday Writing Challenge:


The Rules

There are none. Read the prompts, get inspired, write something. No word count minimum or maximum. You don’t have to include the exact prompt in your piece, and you can interpret the prompt(s) any way you like.


No really; I need rules!

Okay; write 200-500 words on the prompt of your choice. You may either use the prompt as the title of your piece or work it into the body of your piece. You must complete it before 6 pm CST on the Monday following this post.

The Prompts:


impossible is nothing

I believe in several things that are “impossible.”

I believe in magic.  I believe in the miracle aspect of magic, that sometimes great things just happen, as well as the more applied aspects: chanting, coercing, nudging events to follow a certain path.  I certainly wouldn’t want to cross anyone who was proficient in voodoo.

I believe that something is definitely going on in the Bermuda Triangle.  This one is different from magic because it is a naturally occurring phenomenon rather than something imposed by those walking the earth.  To many things have gone down in that little geometric shape for them all to be coincidence.  It is not on my list of places to visit.

I believe in Bigfoot.  How often are we discovering new things about the world we live in?  How many times have those “new” things been right under our noses and we just didn’t have the technology or the drive to look for them.  But, more importantly, I want to believe in this creature of the wild lands.  I want to live in a world that still has mysteries like this to be uncovered.

I believe in super heroes.  I think we all have the potential to be a hero.  I think we all have it in us to rise up and do something extraordinary, to advocate, to save, to exceed expectations and perform beyond belief.  I think we can do this in a very real way if we just apply ourselves.  I also believe there are people among us who have developed their hero side a bit more, they act as our guardian angels and they look out for us as much as they can.

I believe in ghosts.  I grew up in a haunted house.  I’ve seen things I cannot explain, but I believed long before I had seen these spirits, shapes, bendings of light and color.  I would still believe even if I had never seen, even if all hauntings had been proved to be hoaxes.

I believe in aliens.  I won’t even get into the idea of UFOs and abductions.  Just a sheer size and numbers game, the universe is too vast, full of too many unknowns and therefore possibilities, for us to be the only intelligent species to have life.  It is selfish of us to think any other way.