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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Part 2 Coin Trick

#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 Forlorn #MastoPrompt Mush

Days passed. Rumors that the Moon Prince had been ill arose and then subsided. On this particular day, a #forlorn rain fell. Few people were out to tread the #mushy churned road, yet both Flag and The Mad Frank were plying their trade. The former sought aid from passersby, while the latter sought to save their souls. Neither was having any luck.

Late morning came, and one of The Frank's few "regulars" stopped to speak with him. Soon after, The Frank disappeared, and then the beggar vanished as well.

She was back by evening to do tricks for the street steward’s son. Among these, she extracted a larger coin than usual from the boy’s ear. “Ah, Flag sees you’re holding out on the boss,” she said, and passed the coin to the father, being careful not to reveal the note hidden behind it.

#MicroFiction #TootFic #ApothecaryDiaries #NMFic

The Mad Frank's Dreams: Part 2 Coin Trick

#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries
#Wss366 Forlorn #MastoPrompt Mush

Days passed. Rumors that the Moon Prince had been ill arose and then subsided. On this particular day, a #forlorn rain fell. Few people were out to tread the #mushy churned road, yet both Flag and The Mad Frank were plying their trade. The former sought aid from passersby, while the latter sought to save their souls. Neither was having any luck.

Late morning came, and one of The Frank's few "regulars" stopped to speak with him. Soon after, The Frank disappeared, and then the beggar vanished as well.

She was back by evening to do tricks for the street steward’s son. Among these, she extracted a larger coin than usual from the boy’s ear. “Ah, Flag sees you’re holding out on the boss,” she said, and passed the coin to the father, being careful not to reveal the note hidden behind it.

#MicroFiction #TootFic #ApothecaryDiaries #NMFic

Lloyd led the customer into the back of Kowareta Nai.
"Do you have any particular specification or request?" he asked.
"Well, what I'm looking for…" he started to say, then caught sight of a very large chicken that was laying on the ground.
Lloyd waddled around the chicken and invited the customer to follow.
"What's wrong with him?" asked the customer.
"That's #Forlorn Leghorn," Lloyd said. "He's depressed because no one will hire him. It's a shame because he'll work for chicken feed." #wss366

Lloyd led the customer into the back of Kowareta Nai.
"Do you have any particular specification or request?" he asked.
"Well, what I'm looking for…" he started to say, then caught sight of a very large chicken that was laying on the ground.
Lloyd waddled around the chicken and invited the customer to follow.
"What's wrong with him?" asked the customer.
"That's #Forlorn Leghorn," Lloyd said. "He's depressed because no one will hire him. It's a shame because he'll work for chicken feed." #wss366

Candidate Anaue's rally ended abruptly with his arrest; now his political flyers were #forlorn confetti: “We’re fighting the rising cost of living. Never again will you have to choose between food & meds. This isn't the same old politics. It's an end to them! Join us in schools, streets, fields, factories! Replace weeping with singing! Victory will bring a better tomorrow!”

Nawee made a blackout poem:

We're rising again
This isn't the end
Join us
Singing Victory tomorrow

#wss366 #microfiction

Candidate Anaue's rally ended abruptly with his arrest; now his political flyers were #forlorn confetti: “We’re fighting the rising cost of living. Never again will you have to choose between food & meds. This isn't the same old politics. It's an end to them! Join us in schools, streets, fields, factories! Replace weeping with singing! Victory will bring a better tomorrow!”

Nawee made a blackout poem:

We're rising again
This isn't the end
Join us
Singing Victory tomorrow

#wss366 #microfiction

Echoes of Language
"I Am Forlorn"

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#Forlorn #ArtificialIntelligence

Echoes of Language
"I Am Forlorn"

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#Forlorn #ArtificialIntelligence

Echoes of Language
"I Am Forlorn"

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#Forlorn #ArtificialIntelligence

Echoes of Language
"I Am Forlorn"

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#Forlorn #ArtificialIntelligence

Echoes of Language
"I Am Forlorn"

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#I #Am #Forlorn #ArtificialIntelligence

Echoes of Language
"I Am Forlorn"

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#I #Am #Forlorn #ArtificialIntelligence

So, I've been tagged in an OC profile game on Tumblr, and since I love talking about Forlorn here on WAFRN, I've decided to crosspost!

Name: Crow

Role: Protagonist

Age: ??? (Between 250 and 500 at the moment of his death)

Gender: Male

Type of being: Eternal (?) made Undead

Appearance: Height below average, very skinny build. Pale, grayish skin, blackened eye bags. Unkempt, long black hair and brilliant purple eyes. Crooked nose that looks as if it was broken numerous times. Crooked pinky fingers (clinodactyly). Sunken cheeks.

Occupation: Hunter at Tedrick's inn. Khaede's village weirdo.

Family Members: ??? (Wishes he could know!)

Describe their room: The smallest, most decrepit room of Tedrick's tavern. His room mates are Squeakers the giant rat and a colony of ants.

Way of speaking: I always imagine him with Con O'Neill's voice! That being said, his vocal cords are, uh… tired after so much time spent in the grave, so his voice breaks into pitiful creaks when he gets too emotional. On day to day basis, Crow speaks meekly and rarely, trying not to garner too much attention to himself.

Hobbies: Running away from pitchfork wielding peasants. He likes to imagine he'd be really good with a lute if he had enough money to get one.

Fears: Pitchforks. Torches. People perceiving him as a monster instead of a human being. The possibility that his loved ones are all long dead, or that he used to be a terrible person and they might not miss him at all.

Magical Abilities: Crow's a Shadow Mage - which includes, but is not limited to being able to talk to his own Shadow (who serves as a faithful if a little bit snarky guide to him).

Interpersonal Relationships: Man, those are hard being an Undead. There's one old man who's not willing to burn Crow on a stake, and that will have to do for now.

Faults: Crippling social anxiety and self-doubt.

Good Points: Hard working, loyal to a fault, and actually really good with that lute once he gets his hands on it!

What they want more than anything: Not to feel alone in the world anymore.

Crow's journey, named Forlorn is avaialable on AO3 here --> https://archiveofourown.org/works/55294801/chapters/140271541!

Have you ever slept with someone to old #Neurosis albums? Anyone who says #metal can't be sexy is absolutely clueless! A more recent suggestion: #Amenra - #Forlorn What The Fuck! #music #banger #metal #postmetal youtu.be/RCWA_YdAnjQ?...

AMENRA - Forlorn (Official Mus...

Good evening, #mastoart #mastophoto

This is #Fotomontag #photomonday #fotografie #photography

#abandoned #taiwan #yilan #decay #forlorn #oriental #style #facade

#roentare
#photographyisart
#photooftheday
#pictureoftheday
#picoftheday
#potd
#foundart
#ayearforart #buyintoart
#derelict
#ruined

You can buy the print here
https://Roentare.zenfolio.com/p1009837019/e3ee735cd

Good evening, #mastoart #mastophoto

This is #Fotomontag #photomonday #fotografie #photography

#abandoned #taiwan #yilan #decay #forlorn #oriental #style #facade

#roentare
#photographyisart
#photooftheday
#pictureoftheday
#picoftheday
#potd
#foundart
#ayearforart #buyintoart
#derelict
#ruined

You can buy the print here
https://Roentare.zenfolio.com/p1009837019/e3ee735cd

Good evening, #mastoart #mastophoto

This is #thicktrunktuesday #tree #fotografie #photography

#byaduk #town is rather small. Driving through this town, I spot a #thicktree and an #abandoned #car next to it.

#decay
#derelict
#forlorn
#treesofmastodon

#photographyisart
#photographysoul
#roentare
#photooftheday
#pictureoftheday
#picoftheday
#foundart
#ayearforart

#naturephotography
#Australia
#victoria

Good evening, #mastoart #mastophoto

This is #thicktrunktuesday #tree #fotografie #photography

#byaduk #town is rather small. Driving through this town, I spot a #thicktree and an #abandoned #car next to it.

#decay
#derelict
#forlorn
#treesofmastodon

#photographyisart
#photographysoul
#roentare
#photooftheday
#pictureoftheday
#picoftheday
#foundart
#ayearforart

#naturephotography
#Australia
#victoria

btw if anyone actually wants that crochet pattern I will literally transcribe it out 500 characters at a time but I figure that's probably not necessary; no one has ever wanted this #forlorn pants suit.

Nought #Warm where your #Hand was,
Nought #Gold where your #Hair was,

But #Phantom, #Forlorn,
Beneath the ##Thorn,

Your ##Ghost where your #Face was...

- Walter de la Mare (1873-1956), #November

#Absence #Grief #Lostlove #Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #Poet #Nature
#Sunday #SundayThoughts #GardenersofMastodon

Nought #Warm where your #Hand was,
Nought #Gold where your #Hair was,

But #Phantom, #Forlorn,
Beneath the ##Thorn,

Your ##Ghost where your #Face was...

- Walter de la Mare (1873-1956), #November

#Absence #Grief #Lostlove #Autumn #Poetry #Gardening #Garden #Poet #Nature
#Sunday #SundayThoughts #GardenersofMastodon