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Steven D. Brewer 🏳️‍⚧️ @[email protected] · 2026-08-01 · 10:39 UTC

"Yes, Your Majesty," the Captain said, retrieving the bottle from inside his cloak with a flourish. It was a large, clear, unlabeled bottle, crudely corked, containing a transparent liquid. "I offer you this rare #brandy."
The man motioned and the Captain approached and handed him the bottle. He accepted the bottle, quickly uncorked it, and took a swig.
"Ah!" he said with pleasure, wiping his mouth with the back of a filthy hand. "A fine year!" (3/3) #wss366

#brandy #wss366

Steven D. Brewer 🏳️‍⚧️ @[email protected] · 2026-08-01 · 10:39 UTC

"Yes, Your Majesty," the Captain said, retrieving the bottle from inside his cloak with a flourish. It was a large, clear, unlabeled bottle, crudely corked, containing a transparent liquid. "I offer you this rare #brandy."
The man motioned and the Captain approached and handed him the bottle. He accepted the bottle, quickly uncorked it, and took a swig.
"Ah!" he said with pleasure, wiping his mouth with the back of a filthy hand. "A fine year!" (3/3) #wss366

#brandy #wss366

Noam writes @[email protected] · 2026-08-01 · 09:17 UTC

"You're right, this is amazing stuff!" The werewolf said, an intoxicated look on their face. They sat halfway - human shape with claws and fangs out - a red drop trickling down the corner of their mouth.

"I'm glad you finally understand," the vampire giggled and picked up the bottle. "Here, have some more."

The door smashed open and several humans entered, armed with silver daggers and wooden stakes.

Their leader shouted "What is the meaning of this? Are you teaching the werewolf to drink blood?!"

The vampire calmly refilled the two glasses. "Actually, it's cherry brandy."

#Mastoprompt #cherry

#wss366 #brandy

#microfiction

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Noam writes @[email protected] · 2026-08-01 · 09:17 UTC

"You're right, this is amazing stuff!" The werewolf said, an intoxicated look on their face. They sat halfway - human shape with claws and fangs out - a red drop trickling down the corner of their mouth.

"I'm glad you finally understand," the vampire giggled and picked up the bottle. "Here, have some more."

The door smashed open and several humans entered, armed with silver daggers and wooden stakes.

Their leader shouted "What is the meaning of this? Are you teaching the werewolf to drink blood?!"

The vampire calmly refilled the two glasses. "Actually, it's cherry brandy."

#Mastoprompt #cherry

#wss366 #brandy

#microfiction

#microfiction #cherry #brandy #mastoprompt #wss366

NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at Fedi @[email protected] · 2026-07-31 · 14:00 UTC

#TimeTravelingGhost EP 11: Post 121, 1191, The Castle of Nicosia

#Wss366 Brandy #TimeTravelAuthors 07/31. Author's choice/promo

The canister held by the Grand Marshal’s attendants was bullet-shaped, the size of a large artillery shell, and dull black like anodized aluminum. No twelfth-century smith had forged this futuristic object.

“I present Simon Magus risen from the dead,” said Sir Sablé with reverence.

A murmur swept through the room. Near me, a man muttered, “Magus? What heresy is this?”

Sablé’s hands passed over the container, and the front slid back. The vessel was definitely not of twelfth-century origin. It couldn’t even have been constructed in my own era. A head with a short, curly beard, and Palestinian features was revealed. His skin was an unhealthy color, blotched like ivory that had been buried for centuries.

Another murmur arose, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Montferrat’s hand clench; knuckles white. Was his displeasure with this conclave the true reason for his assassination?

Simon opened his eyes and spoke, “Silence, for on your account I have risen; that I may guide the lost sheep and hasten the coming of our Lord.”

“But wait,” he continued. “I sense one who is not of you: a spider garbed as a holy dove.”

His eyes, the color of #brandy, burnt into me, and he began spewing Latin. “Te maledico ut sis terrenus. Alae tuae mihi caeduntur.”

I grew heavy, and the room seemed to be bathed in light. Knowledge flooded my mind: the bishop was Philippe de Dreux of Beauvais, hated by King Richard; and the Grand Marshal’s attendants were Gilbert Horal and Brother Aimery, Marshal of the Temple. I had come to the Holy Lands after my wife, Mary, had died in childbirth.

I suddenly understood Simon’s Latin. “I bind you. Ensnare you in your own web,” he chanted.

Emily was rushing towards me, but I felt weak and sick. I had only moments to react. I was being bound to this time.

“In the sacred and forbidden names of the Lord, be cursed…”

I wished to be far away, safely beyond the reach of the Lapin Cabal and its allies.

The lights flickered, and I felt as if my soul was being torn from my body. Then darkness descended.

When I awoke, I was lying in tall grass. Above me stood a weathered marble phoenix, perched on a bronze base. I looked around. I was alone. Emily was nowhere to be seen.

Thus ends Volume I of “Bijou the Time-Traveling Ghost.” We have traveled from the birth of a spirit robbed of all memory of herself to the discovery of an eon-old conspiracy to destroy the world as we know it. An illustrated and revised version of this story is currently being serialized at:

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If you would like to catch up or are interested in reading an improved version, please join me on one of those sites.

Nara Moore

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