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  1. The west wind jealous
    In his fury killed the one he loved
    Shed Hyacinths blood

    #MastoPrompt

    The name comes from Greek mythology: Hyacinth was killed by Zephyrus, the god of the west wind, jealous of his love for Apollo. He then transformed the drops of Hyacinth's blood into flowers.
    en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyacinth

  2. The pale threads were already passing things along: water, phosphorus, the chemical news of root and rot. Then the forests fell. First heat, then ash. A sudden surplus of the dead. And underground: take in, dissolve, transform. There is less light now. There is more death here. Carry it onward.

    #MastoPrompt
    #convey
    #writing
    #smallstories
    #paleopoetics
    @stevencudahy

  3. Her eyes were tired and #worn as if they had fought many conflicts filled with pain and bloodshed. Her eyes could have once been described as light blue but all I saw was a oily glazed defeated grey. When she blinked, each of her eyes buffered. Her chin turned sharp and returned back, an elastic twitch.

    It was when a chopper passed above that I saw the firearm beside her and the inhuman faint hexagonal reflection in her cheek that I realised she was synthetic

    #MastoPrompt #shortstory #fiction

  4. Wet field of corn

    As I step through field of corn
    I realise my shoes were worn
    In the sole
    A widened hole.
    Appearance reflected within,
    For heart was heavy and thin,
    And from my own soul a piece lost
    Of which all my love it had cost
    That's departure was foretold
    And yet to me hidden.

    #mastoprompt #worn #poem #poems #poet #poetry

  5. #TimeTravelingGhost Part 25: Episode 2: 1937: The Hindenburg Part K

    #Wss366 #MastoPrompt #TimeTravelAuthors 31. Author’s choice.

    A long moment followed my blunt retort: “You wore the mask of a journalist, but as a spy, you knew the risks.”

    While awaiting Emily’s angry response, I observed subtle details of my environment: the floor tilting under us, enough to notice; a passerby muttering, “Turbulence;” someone swearing in German; the steward artfully handing someone their drinks.

    When the passerby was gone, Emily nodded. “I knew the risks.” It was a wry statement of acceptance.

    I breathed a sigh of relief. It hadn’t been my most diplomatic moment, but we’d survived. With that over, I continued. “That said, the important thing is to see that those papers get into the right hands. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

    “Yes. Just imagine the Nazi Party with mind-reading.”

    “The good news is, there is no evidence they used mind-reading during the war. I think they would have won if they had known our leader’s plans.”

    “So we fought a war with them? Appeasement didn’t work? Of course it didn’t. The idiots.” Emily didn’t sound surprised, only bitter.

    “But we won?” She was staring intently at me, seeking confirmation.

    “Yeah, it was a bloody, nasty war. Germany occupied France and the Netherlands, and for a time, it was touch and go for England.”

    “Serve the cowards right. Appeasement, what fools!”

    “Be that as it may, our job is to see the papers survive and reach the right hands. Agreed?”

    “Agreed.”

    “So the first thing is to get the papers. I have a couple of plans for what to do after that.”

    Emily nodded.

    “First, do you know where the papers are? The easiest thing would be to steal them.”

    “They’re on film, and I have… Ms. Pang has them on her person. Always!”

    “Well, that leaves out stealing them. Gah, and they will melt if we hide them on the ship. That’s a couple of plans out the window.”

    “Next plan?” she asked. The anger had faded, replaced by resignation, as cold as #worn #stone.

    “I’ll have to talk her out of them. How about I pretend to be your contact and use your passcodes to get them?”

    “She’ll think someone compromised our cell.”

    “That leaves the direct approach. I’ll convince her I know the future, and she needs to accept our help to prevent the film’s destruction.”

    “And how will ‘you’ do that?”

    I didn’t appreciate her sarcasm. She was the one who approached me to talk to Ms. Pang. All in all, this supposed companion could be exasperating.

    #TootFic #Serial #PulpFiction #TimeTravel #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP

  6. @stevencudahy #mastoprompt
    #worn

    Old logos fading,
    Battered,ripped,holed - but comfy,
    My favourite boots.

    #writing #haiku #smallpoems

  7. Sturdy and strong
    when freed from the box
    the noble pencil of yore
    was immediately on point...

    Such the productive tool...

    Useful to it's very core...

    Time advances...

    Now the once proud cog
    is tired and #worn

    Not much of use anymore...

    Past the point of functionality...

    Wither the nub of the bunch...

    Soon to be gone...

    #mastoprompt #poetry #poem #amwriting

  8. I thought "encroaching" was a rule in kabaddi, so I did some research on it.

    Aiming to write a poem about raiders and stoppers and the majestic ballet between.

    Fond memories of channel 4 in the 90s flooded back and made me feel young again.

    Alas, it's nothing to do with it. No idea what sport I was thinking about. Maybe ultimate frisbee or ten ball.




  9. I thought "encroaching" was a rule in kabaddi, so I did some research on it.

    Aiming to write a poem about raiders and stoppers and the majestic ballet between.

    Fond memories of channel 4 in the 90s flooded back and made me feel young again.

    Alas, it's nothing to do with it. No idea what sport I was thinking about. Maybe ultimate frisbee or ten ball.

    #Encroaching
    #MastoPrompt
    #SmallPoems
    #Poetry