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"You know, you show no respect. So what I gotta say to you, is 'fuck you'. You're gonna die, probably in pain and alone, coz nobody likes you. Hey, Savvy, push this man back out to his car, would you? Good boy."
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The train was packed. As I shoved to get off, the #strap of my satchel caught on someone’s backpack. Tied together, we stumbled onto the platform.
I carefully unhooked my satchel from the buckle on the backpack. I got my first look as she turned around, and we simultaneously said, “Sorry!”
She smiled and I gulped. She was lovely. Was this my ‘How I Met Your Mother’ moment? A strap might symbolising tying things together...
“That would be a nice story to tell our children.” Mouth before brains, that’s me.
“Mine are over there. With my husband.” She gestured towards the carpark.
“Oh, sorry, I...”
We went our separate ways.
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, I reminded myself.
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"They're still gaining!" I yelled.
"The horses can't go faster," came the reply.
Our wheels juddered on the mountain path. "Is there ANYTHING else we can do?"
"Maybe. But—"
"Then do it!"
"Better #strap yourself in."
We lurched over the edge.
Before I could scream, there was a whoomp. Wings unfurled from the harnesses.
I swallowed. "You didn't mention this before because...?"
"Prototype. Wasn't sure it would work."
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The diner smacked his lips. "This #fillet steak is marvellous." He raised his voice. "Well done, in the kitchen!"
The chef stormed out. "Idiot! Boor! It was perfectly rare."
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"I have overcome the dread beast," the knight cried, surveying the creature's lair. "But where is its hoard the bards so praised? What spell, what #artifice conceals the treasure from my eyes?"
His page waved a slip of parchment. "Maybe a clue, Sir?"
"What does it say?"
"Collection temporarily removed for insurance valuation."
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CW: erotica T4T
We finished another enjoyable bicycle ride today. I had been away five long years and was happy to be back doing what I love with friends.
She changed back into her street clothes in my living room, unashamed of her body, just as she always did years ago, even before her surgery. I have been so inspired by her since we met and rode together.
Looking up, her eyes towards my body covered with only a white top, "damn, you are looking good."
I replied striking a flirting pose, "you can have this body if you promise to ride with me every day"
And she led me by the hand to the bedroom and that may be why I have not been on the internet much this evening.
#bicycles #T4T #microfiction based on a true story today
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"Did you ever hear about the Kimshurkas?"
He shook his head.
"Of course you haven't—otherwise, you wouldn't be here. The Kimshurkas, as I have found out, were the last remnants of the Hyperborean root race, at the dawn of the Lemurian age. I have proof that their descendants—resulting from intercourse with early dinosaurs—still exist on the floor of the Laccadive Sea. They are guarding a treasure: certain manganese modules so rich in rare earth elements that the global energy crisis could be solved within, say, five years. But the big oil companies, assisted by the Aramaic dentists' conspiracy, have hidden the secret for centuries. They don’t want us to make contact. Of course they don’t. I’d do the same if I profited from all this misery. So, to keep it short: I need to buy a submarine. To dive down, take some photos, and gather more evidence of the Kimshurkas—just enough to convince the public. A small submarine would do, manned by one or two people. A used one. Unarmed, of course. Maybe for two and a half million..."
The bank clerk shook his head again.
"I see. You don't want me to find out what's going on down there. So tell me—how much are they paying you? Are you getting money from Exxon, or just free dental care for you and your family? No, you don’t need to call security. I’ll find my way out. And don’t try to stop me. I’ve written it all down—it’s being sent to every… Hey, let me—"
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"Him?" The detective frowned. "We went to school together."
"Oh." The rookie studied the photo. "Er, were you friends?"
"No, we weren't close. He used to chew the end of his #pencil."
The rookie bit his tongue. He *wasn't* going to make a lead-poisoning joke.
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„Garage Door“ (part 2/2)
Unseen microworld on one single, old garage door. #microfiction📷 #LeicaCL
🔎 Apo-Macro-Elmarit-TL 2.8/60mm ASPH
🔭 no tripod
⚡️ no flash
⚙️ Lightroom
📍 #Sempach #Switzerland#macro #macrophotography #macro_perfection #macro_vision #microworld #bnw #bnw_captures #bnwphotography #bnw_greatshots #bnwmood #bnw_planet #bnw_zone #sw #schwarzweiss #schwarzweissfotografie #streetphotography #unseenmacro #streets_unseen #photography #fotografie
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„Garage Door“ (part 1/2)
Unseen microworld on one single, old garage door. #microfiction📷 #LeicaCL
🔎 Apo-Macro-Elmarit-TL 2.8/60mm ASPH
🔭 no tripod
⚡️ no flash
⚙️ Lightroom
📍 #Sempach #Switzerland#macro #macrophotography #macro_perfection #macro_vision #microworld #bnw #bnw_captures #bnwphotography #bnw_greatshots #bnwmood #bnw_planet #bnw_zone #sw #schwarzweiss #schwarzweissfotografie #streetphotography #unseenmacro #streets_unseen #photography #fotografie
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"Do your worst." The defendant glared. "I have the moral advantage. That means no cell can #confine me, no shackles break my spirit."
The magistrate chuckled. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm imposing a fine. Take more care where you park next time."
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Bumphead, Stoplight and Scribbleface. "The #Parrotfish Gang" is what they call themselves. Creepy little bastards is what they are. They were the children of a marine biologist once, but something went horribly wrong.
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"Let's dine across the divide. Meet me at 7," Glint said.
"Where? Is that a restaurant?" I asked, looking down. But the gnome was gone.
I found Across the Divide just off the main square. The restaurant was crowded with a mix of humans, orcs and gnomes. I approved. People didn't always mix. I was especially glad I wasn't the only orc in the room.
But then I noticed the room was split. A gentle ramp on my left led to an area with a raised floor and shorter tables, mostly populated by gnomes. On my right were larger tables where humans and orcs sat.
Then I spotted the middle - several tables along the divide, one side for taller patrons, the other for shorter folk. I spotted Glint waving to me from one of them. I smiled.
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"You two don't need my help." The mage lit his pipe. "It's just an #illusory guardian."
A few seconds later, the monster was dead. The rogue and barbarian divvied up the loot.
"What about my share?" asked the mage.
"You don't need any. Obviously, the treasure's not real either."
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"You two don't need my help." The mage lit his pipe. "It's just an #illusory guardian."
A few seconds later, the monster was dead. The rogue and barbarian divvied up the loot.
"What about my share?" asked the mage.
"You don't need any. Obviously, the treasure's not real either."
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"You two don't need my help." The mage lit his pipe. "It's just an #illusory guardian."
A few seconds later, the monster was dead. The rogue and barbarian divvied up the loot.
"What about my share?" asked the mage.
"You don't need any. Obviously, the treasure's not real either."
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"You two don't need my help." The mage lit his pipe. "It's just an #illusory guardian."
A few seconds later, the monster was dead. The rogue and barbarian divvied up the loot.
"What about my share?" asked the mage.
"You don't need any. Obviously, the treasure's not real either."
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"There's nothing left?"
"I'm afraid not." The lawyer shook his head sadly. "In his final months, he became quite extravagant."
"Ah." I forced a chuckle. "I should have expected that from the old #reprobate. Any idea where the money went?"
"Unfortunately, I've not found any records."
"Er..." My eyes widened. "I'm not responsible for any debts, am I?"
"No, of course not."
"That's a relief." Phew. My cover-up plans had worked. Now, on to the next mark.
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"You're looking flustered."
"Did you see that guy who just left?"
"The really good-looking one?"
"Yeah! He had an enormous—"
"Ugh, spare me the #salacious details."
"—list of beauty products he needs urgently. We're going to be rich!"
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CW: Ukraine MicroFiction
Left leg, right leg.
Left leg, right leg.
Hopping from one side of the broken pavement to the other, a frown of concentration etched into his five-year-old forehead.Left leg, right leg.
This was serious stuff.
After all, if he got this wrong, if he didn’t avoid the crevice in the concrete, the quiet would stop and the bombs would fall again.Because war doesn’t happen for no good reason.
#MicroFiction #MastoPrompt #Crevice
#PeaceForUkraine
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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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"I can't believe it." Chewing his fingernails, the rookie stared out the window. "The book's in our care for just one night, and someone goes and steals it!"
"Not to worry." The detective wore a #placid smile. "They only made off with a fake."
"So where's the #original?"
"In my car."
"That old banger?"
"It's a perfectly respect—"
"Sir!" The rookie pointed. "Someone's driving it away!"
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Aussitôt, un liquide verdâtre et nauséabond a commencé à couler à flots, tandis que le couloir menant à la sortie s'est effondré. Les linguistes de l'équipe avaient comis une terrible erreur de traduction. Il ne s'agissait pas d'un temple dédié à la déesse de l'absolution, mais bien à celle de la vengeance. (2/2)
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The necromancer frowned. "Heirs tend to leave their departed in peace."
"His demise today was #inconvenient." The scion indicated the bed. "If he could, ah, 'live' for another week, the tax gains..."
The necromancer's hands glowed as he began his work. "You read my contract thoroughly?"
"Sure. I'll pay in full, even before I receive my inheritance."
The corpse sat up.
The necromancer stepped back. "Good. Because he's not going to die again."
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The detective scanned the blood-spattered lounge. "Suspicious."
The rookie sighed. "Well, yeah."
"No body. The purported victim owes money. He'll have fled, leaving—"
"Sir?"
"Mark my words, lad, this was set up."
"Sir?" The rookie backed out of the bathroom. "Maybe check in there?"
"Ah. As I was saying, #unplanned by the victim. But carefully planned by someone else."
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Someone kept stealing my food from the shared dormitory fridge!
So, I thought I'd get back at them by mixing in laxatives with my chocolate cake.In other news, apparently I'm a sleep walker.
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"You want to #borrow my ID badge again?" The detective scowled at the shadow-cloaked figure. "What do you plan to #steal this time?"
"No, no. That was a one-off." Light glinted off a scythe. "I'm here for, how do you mortals put it... Ah! My day job."
"Oh." The detective stepped aside.
Shortly after, the rookie arrived, out of breath. "Sir! Are you alright?"
"Me? Yes, of course." He continued examining the corpse. "Can't say the same for this chap, though."
5/5
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“Can I #borrow some thyme?” It was the new neighbour.
“Sure... let me check my spice rack.”
“No, not the herb. Time. An hour should do.”
“You need my help for an hour?” I asked, puzzled.
“No, I just need an hour. Look, are you busy this evening?”
“Not really.”
“So let me take an hour. I’ll return it. What day are you really busy?”
“Well, I have a big meeting tomorrow. But was does that--”
“Tomorrow it is. Thank you,” he left quickly.
OK, weird neighbour. I glanced at the kitchen clock. 9:15, how could that be? It had just gone 8 when he knocked. Had I dozed off?
I spent the morning busily preparing for the meeting. I was all set when the boss came in and asked me to prepare something else.
“You must be joking! The meeting is in 20 minutes!”
“No, it’s in an hour and 20 minutes, at 12 noon. Good news, it looks like you gained an hour!”
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"April, would you be a gentleman?"
April stopped to think. "Would I? I suppose, if I were born a hundred years ago. But you had to be a man to be a gentleman, didn't you?"
"April, just open the door! This is heavy."
"Sorry, Mother!"
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Enjoy our Valentine's Day menu at the #Wendigo Cafe. Start with a hearty warming soup. The main is a choice of slow-roasted tenderheart or a rare true heart steak (if available).For an indulgent finish, have a slice of sweetheart pie (3.14 extra).