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Agnes sniffed. "She's holding us up."
"And for a basic ingredient." Moira pursed her lips.
Shrieks and thuds came from outside, followed by a resounding crash.
The door banged open.
"Sorry I'm late," Glenda panted, hauling a limp velociraptor into the cottage. "Here's the lizard toenails you wanted."
Agnes swallowed. "We're going to need a bigger #cauldron."
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Agnes sniffed. "She's holding us up."
"And for a basic ingredient." Moira pursed her lips.
Shrieks and thuds came from outside, followed by a resounding crash.
The door banged open.
"Sorry I'm late," Glenda panted, hauling a limp velociraptor into the cottage. "Here's the lizard toenails you wanted."
Agnes swallowed. "We're going to need a bigger #cauldron."
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Agnes sniffed. "She's holding us up."
"And for a basic ingredient." Moira pursed her lips.
Shrieks and thuds came from outside, followed by a resounding crash.
The door banged open.
"Sorry I'm late," Glenda panted, hauling a limp velociraptor into the cottage. "Here's the lizard toenails you wanted."
Agnes swallowed. "We're going to need a bigger #cauldron."
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Agnes sniffed. "She's holding us up."
"And for a basic ingredient." Moira pursed her lips.
Shrieks and thuds came from outside, followed by a resounding crash.
The door banged open.
"Sorry I'm late," Glenda panted, hauling a limp velociraptor into the cottage. "Here's the lizard toenails you wanted."
Agnes swallowed. "We're going to need a bigger #cauldron."
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"Name an animal you like," the nursery school teacher said.
"Dog!" said Max. "Cat!" said Emilia. "Bunny!" said Desiree. "Eagle!" said Colt. "Pill bug!" said Nina.
"O-okay, and now how about a food you like?"
"Chicken nuggets!" said Max. "Popcorn!" said Emilia. "Ice cream!" said Desiree. "Cheeseburger!" said Colt. "Parsnips!" said Nina.
"Parsnips, huh?" said the teacher, brow wrinkled. Nina's head bobbed up and down vigorously, unaware that she was the #odd one out.
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"An old haunt of mine," the detective remarked as they strolled along in the shadow of an imposing building.
"#Fond memories, sir?"
"Not exactly." He pointed down an alleyway towards a demolition site. "The office was there."
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"An old haunt of mine," the detective remarked as they strolled along in the shadow of an imposing building.
"#Fond memories, sir?"
"Not exactly." He pointed down an alleyway towards a demolition site. "The office was there."
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Tracy approached her #mug shot the way other people approach a photo booth session with a best girlfriend, posing with duck lips and V-sign fingers, and then, when told to cut the crap, still gave the camera her best insouciant smile.
Tamara, on the other hand, approached a photo booth session as if it was a mug shot, glowering darkly every time the flash fired. On the third try, Jennie resorted to filters to create the souvenir images she craved.
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Finally home, the mage entered his sanctum and glared.
"Nice place you have." The rogue lounged on the couch, muddy boots on the polished walnut table.
"What are you doing here?"
"Your invitation was #implicit." He snagged a grape and popped it in his mouth.
Standing beside him, the barbarian shrugged apologetically. "He's been watching the theatre players again."
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Celestino had had a pretty average month, but there was one #shining moment: teaching his girlfriend's daughter to ride a bike. He took her to the high school playing fields.
"It's harder to pedal here, but it won't hurt if you fall off. But you won't fall off, cuz I'll keep my hand on the back. You go as fast as you can, I'll be holding you steady. I can run real fast, I did track.
He held on for a minute or two, then the kid was off & pedaling under her own steam.
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"I don't know about all this, this AI stuff...How're we going to have jobs? How're we going to work? How're we going to live?" Wesli asked. His hands trembled as he lifted his drink to his lips.
#Brace up, man," said Carmen. "We just need to reskill. See, now I've been training in some new stuff..." She opened a bookmarked page on her laptop. Explosives manufacture for newbies.
Wesli looked shocked. Carmen shrugged. "Gotta address the problem head on," she said.
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On his return to the table, Dan glared in outrage. "Who had that last slice?"
Ed smirked. "Me."
"You're so #gluttonous!"
"Sure. We won't mention you'd already eaten the rest."
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On his return to the table, Dan glared in outrage. "Who had that last slice?"
Ed smirked. "Me."
"You're so #gluttonous!"
"Sure. We won't mention you'd already eaten the rest."
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On his return to the table, Dan glared in outrage. "Who had that last slice?"
Ed smirked. "Me."
"You're so #gluttonous!"
"Sure. We won't mention you'd already eaten the rest."
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"Put your affairs in order, for, tonight, we shall dine in hell!"
"Yeah!"
"We will put fear in the heart of our enemies."
"Yeah!"
"And then we shall feast on their carcasses."
"Yea.... Wait, what? I knew about the hell and fear bits, but nobody told me anything about cannibalism when I joined."
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"I'm just saying," the rogue muttered, "it's odd this client wants to meet in a #catacomb."
The barbarian snorted. "Worried he's a lich?"
"No! Well, now you mention it—"
"Last week, you dragged me through a sewer. And that worked out fine."
"I guess." The rogue looked down sadly at his replacement boots.
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"God, this project is such a time #sink," complained Jasper.
"My problem with time sinks," said an owlish character who'd appeared out of nowhere, "is how quickly they get filled up, if you don't keep on top of cleanup, and then you don't even want to touch the time in them--so nasty and crusty--but you don't have any clean time anywhere, so ... We're not talking about the same type of time sink, are we."
Jasper gave a slow, disbelieving shake of the head.
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"Greeting fartling! We come in peace."
"Fartling? I'm offended. Why not call me an Earthling?"
"Do you fart?"
"Well... yes."
"We do not fart. We prefer to focus on something that distinguishes you from us, so fartling it is."
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"What's the news?"
"I got crabs from cavorting with a fishmonger."
"I'm sorry to hear it."
"What?"
"You know. I'm sorry you got crabs from your tryst with a fishmonger."
"What are you sorry for? She thanked me with a basket of crabs."
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"I thought you were vegan," I said. I didn't mean to be rude, it just slipped out because I was so surprised. It wasn't a splash of milk in her tea - she was eating a large, rare, juicy steak.
"I am most of the month. But I need this for a few days. I hope that doesn't sully my reputation in your eyes."
"Oh… every month. So, you mean, something about… losing blood?"
"Why are men so nervous to discuss periods?" she laugned. "But no. It's the moon."
"You renege on your vegan principles for the moon?"
"You know I'm a werefold, right?"
"So, you have a desire to eat meat around the full moon?"
"Not in human form, no. It's just that if I eat a large portion of red meat in the hours before changing, then I'm not hungry. And people out there are safer."
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I have been looking for places on the Fediverse where people publish (their own) fiction.
I am especially interested in Sci-Fi fiction, but....
Here is what I have discovered so far:
• #MicroFiction (hash-tag)
• @microfiction (tags.pub)• #TootFic (hash-tag)
• @tootfic (tags.pub)• #ContinueTheStory (hash-tag)
• @continuethestory (tags.pub)• #ContinueTheSciFiStory (hash-tag)
• @continuethescifistory (tags.pub) -
i put an inkling of the nuances i feel around the concept of "chosen family" into micro-fiction, for the writing club(s) i'm part of
https://catileptic.tech/posts/writing-exercise-amateur-arithmetic/
i want to gather my patience and explore this tension of "choice" and the emotional load of "family" more, through this story. for now, it's only a glimpse. but i kinda like the promise that it could go somewhere.
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i put an inkling of the nuances i feel around the concept of "chosen family" into micro-fiction, for the writing club(s) i'm part of
https://catileptic.tech/posts/writing-exercise-amateur-arithmetic/
i want to gather my patience and explore this tension of "choice" and the emotional load of "family" more, through this story. for now, it's only a glimpse. but i kinda like the promise that it could go somewhere.
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i put an inkling of the nuances i feel around the concept of "chosen family" into micro-fiction, for the writing club(s) i'm part of
https://catileptic.tech/posts/writing-exercise-amateur-arithmetic/
i want to gather my patience and explore this tension of "choice" and the emotional load of "family" more, through this story. for now, it's only a glimpse. but i kinda like the promise that it could go somewhere.
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i put an inkling of the nuances i feel around the concept of "chosen family" into micro-fiction, for the writing club(s) i'm part of
https://catileptic.tech/posts/writing-exercise-amateur-arithmetic/
i want to gather my patience and explore this tension of "choice" and the emotional load of "family" more, through this story. for now, it's only a glimpse. but i kinda like the promise that it could go somewhere.
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The detective answered the door. "Ah, lad. How was the safety induction?"
The rookie flopped into a chair. "I nearly died!"
"Of #boredom?"
"No. They decided to spice things up with practical exercises." He shuddered.
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"You stole the prince's bejewelled crystal eggs?! Why would you do such thing?"
"Boredom. The queen's holiday speech was going on forever, so I sneaked round the back of the hall. The eggs were on display and unguarded."
Loud shouts startled us.
"We'd better run, the guards are coming, and they don't sound happy. This isn't what I meant by joining the Easter egg hunt!"
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I inspected the gems in my visitor's hairy paw. "No. You have to cross my #palm with silver. That's how this fortune-telling business works."
"Pure discrimination," growled the werewolf, putting on thick rubber gloves.
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When Project Shortest Route got started, it had state-of-the art #boring tools but apparently no understanding of the infeasibility of drilling thru the planet. Their progress reports started out normal, but got stranger: "Day 442: We've reached the lucid zone. Day 753: The granite won't SHUT UP. Day 800: discharge material smells like buckwheat & clover." Then the reports stopped altogether. It's thought they vanished, but no one is sure as those who investigate also va
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Parnassus was enquiring about a property with a "Build to #Suit" sign on it.
"It means you'd build to my tastes?"
"Yep"
"So if I want walls of abalone, you'd do that?"
"Not sure abalone is a building material, but if---"
"And I could have whole thing lifted 6 inches off the ground by glass insulators? & a roof of pipes that whistle as the wind passes over?"
The contractor didn't get a chance to object further. Parnassus was too caught up in the vision of his house.