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#MastoPrompt
#incline
#writing
#smallstories
#creativewriting
@stevencudahy

dismissing the headlines
a clown's bulbous red nose

#MastoPrompt

dismissing the headlines
a clown's bulbous red nose

#MastoPrompt

dismissing the headlines
a clown's bulbous red nose

#MastoPrompt

Some of the lost asked only to be remembered. Others establish kingdoms, and I kneel long after the sovereign has vanished, carrying tribute to an abandoned throne, the old oath continuing to govern when the world that bowed before it is gone. There must be some moment when keeping faith with the lost means releasing the living from its rule.

#MastoPrompt
#fealty
#writing
#smallstories
#creativewriting
@stevencudahy

Some of the lost asked only to be remembered. Others establish kingdoms, and I kneel long after the sovereign has vanished, carrying tribute to an abandoned throne, the old oath continuing to govern when the world that bowed before it is gone. There must be some moment when keeping faith with the lost means releasing the living from its rule.

#MastoPrompt
#fealty
#writing
#smallstories
#creativewriting
@stevencudahy

Some of the lost asked only to be remembered. Others establish kingdoms, and I kneel long after the sovereign has vanished, carrying tribute to an abandoned throne, the old oath continuing to govern when the world that bowed before it is gone. There must be some moment when keeping faith with the lost means releasing the living from its rule.

#MastoPrompt
#fealty
#writing
#smallstories
#creativewriting
@stevencudahy

Some of the lost asked only to be remembered. Others establish kingdoms, and I kneel long after the sovereign has vanished, carrying tribute to an abandoned throne, the old oath continuing to govern when the world that bowed before it is gone. There must be some moment when keeping faith with the lost means releasing the living from its rule.

#MastoPrompt
#fealty
#writing
#smallstories
#creativewriting
@stevencudahy

Some of the lost asked only to be remembered. Others establish kingdoms, and I kneel long after the sovereign has vanished, carrying tribute to an abandoned throne, the old oath continuing to govern when the world that bowed before it is gone. There must be some moment when keeping faith with the lost means releasing the living from its rule.

#MastoPrompt
#fealty
#writing
#smallstories
#creativewriting
@stevencudahy

••⋅☾ #和歌 / #短歌 ☽⋅••

Fealty is noble
To divine choosen ones☽⋅••
What fabricated claims

Cloth woven of gossamer lies
The king has no clothes

••⋅☾ #Tanka ☽⋅••

#Poetry #詩 #NMPoetry #MastoPrompt #Fealty #InkMine #Fabricated

••⋅☾ #和歌 / #短歌 ☽⋅••

Fealty is noble
To divine choosen ones☽⋅••
What fabricated claims

Cloth woven of gossamer lies
The king has no clothes

••⋅☾ #Tanka ☽⋅••

#Poetry #詩 #NMPoetry #MastoPrompt #Fealty #InkMine #Fabricated

••⋅☾ #和歌 / #短歌 ☽⋅••

Fealty is noble
To divine choosen ones☽⋅••
What fabricated claims

Cloth woven of gossamer lies
The king has no clothes

••⋅☾ #Tanka ☽⋅••

#Poetry #詩 #NMPoetry #MastoPrompt #Fealty #InkMine #Fabricated

sycophants
pledging fealty
to an idiot

#MastoPrompt

sycophants
pledging fealty
to an idiot

#MastoPrompt

sycophants
pledging fealty
to an idiot

#MastoPrompt

••⋅☾ #片歌 ☽⋅••

Wings of fantasy
Romance that never was☽⋅••
Fealty to tainted kings

••⋅☾ #Katauta ☽⋅••

#Poetry #詩 #NMPoetry #DailyHaikuPrompt #Wings #MastoPrompt #fealty #Fantasy

••⋅☾ #片歌 ☽⋅••

Wings of fantasy
Romance that never was☽⋅••
Fealty to tainted kings

••⋅☾ #Katauta ☽⋅••

#Poetry #詩 #NMPoetry #DailyHaikuPrompt #Wings #MastoPrompt #fealty #Fantasy

••⋅☾ #片歌 ☽⋅••

Wings of fantasy
Romance that never was☽⋅••
Fealty to tainted kings

••⋅☾ #Katauta ☽⋅••

#Poetry #詩 #NMPoetry #DailyHaikuPrompt #Wings #MastoPrompt #fealty #Fantasy

"Do I have to?"

"Young 'uns these days." The elderly knight glared at his new squire. "Did you not swear an oath of #fealty?"

"Yes, but..." The boy unenthusiastically knelt with the blade. "I didn't think you meant trimming toenails."

#MastoPrompt #MicroFiction

"Do I have to?"

"Young 'uns these days." The elderly knight glared at his new squire. "Did you not swear an oath of #fealty?"

"Yes, but..." The boy unenthusiastically knelt with the blade. "I didn't think you meant trimming toenails."

#MastoPrompt #MicroFiction

"Do I have to?"

"Young 'uns these days." The elderly knight glared at his new squire. "Did you not swear an oath of #fealty?"

"Yes, but..." The boy unenthusiastically knelt with the blade. "I didn't think you meant trimming toenails."

#MastoPrompt #MicroFiction

"Do I have to?"

"Young 'uns these days." The elderly knight glared at his new squire. "Did you not swear an oath of #fealty?"

"Yes, but..." The boy unenthusiastically knelt with the blade. "I didn't think you meant trimming toenails."

#MastoPrompt #MicroFiction

The institution moved at the speed of liquid methane. Frigid lakes turned beneath an acrid sky. Nothing hurried. Nothing had to. Still, the blows came: window, gate, name, number, wait, each small refusal delivered at a temperature no human being can live. I came carrying a human claim. The machinery had no category for it.

#MastoPrompt
#volley
#writing
#creativewriting
#smallstories
@stevencudahy

The institution moved at the speed of liquid methane. Frigid lakes turned beneath an acrid sky. Nothing hurried. Nothing had to. Still, the blows came: window, gate, name, number, wait, each small refusal delivered at a temperature no human being can live. I came carrying a human claim. The machinery had no category for it.

#MastoPrompt
#volley
#writing
#creativewriting
#smallstories
@stevencudahy

The institution moved at the speed of liquid methane. Frigid lakes turned beneath an acrid sky. Nothing hurried. Nothing had to. Still, the blows came: window, gate, name, number, wait, each small refusal delivered at a temperature no human being can live. I came carrying a human claim. The machinery had no category for it.

#MastoPrompt
#volley
#writing
#creativewriting
#smallstories
@stevencudahy

The institution moved at the speed of liquid methane. Frigid lakes turned beneath an acrid sky. Nothing hurried. Nothing had to. Still, the blows came: window, gate, name, number, wait, each small refusal delivered at a temperature no human being can live. I came carrying a human claim. The machinery had no category for it.

#MastoPrompt
#volley
#writing
#creativewriting
#smallstories
@stevencudahy

The institution moved at the speed of liquid methane. Frigid lakes turned beneath an acrid sky. Nothing hurried. Nothing had to. Still, the blows came: window, gate, name, number, wait, each small refusal delivered at a temperature no human being can live. I came carrying a human claim. The machinery had no category for it.

#MastoPrompt
#volley
#writing
#creativewriting
#smallstories
@stevencudahy

“So this portal between worlds, what do you call it? Wait, wait. Let me guess. Wormhole? The Drift? Stargate?”

Jeepak’s tentacles swerved ‘no’. “We call it the Soothing.”

“Soothing? That doesn’t sound like something that would drive you mad.”

“No, it is very calm. Will you help us? Your medical technology is superior in this area.”

Final preparations were made and our team boarded Jeepak’s vessel. It was teardrop shaped and covered in what looked like a mix of moss an barnacles. Inside they had prepared human-compatible reclining chairs with safety belts.

We all strapped in and Jeepak and their small crew operated the controls. A soft humming and vibration began as the vessel floated gently up. Then, right in front of us the air... parted open is the best I can describe it, and we were sucked in. The runway, the base, everything disappeared as if we went through a curtain.

We were flowing through a river of mist. It wasn’t scary or psychedelic or even strange, it was just, well, soothing. I still remembered the ravages of war and climate change, hatred and greed, but they were put in perspective. Like watching ants from rival colonies fighting over crumbs on a glorious summer day.

I was reclining in my chair, my muscles all calm as if I’d just had a good massage, when we arrived. A curtain opened again and we returned to normal space and landed on Jeepak’s home world.

I say normal. Their planet had its own horrors. Enormous carnivorous blue vines formed a web the size of a mountain range. They shot venomous quills at their prey.

We set to work immediately, using autoinjectors to vaccinate the local population. It increased their immunity to the quills. We attempted treating those who had been poisoned, with some success. Over a few days we taught local carers as much Earth medical science as we could, helping them to produce more vaccine. But I had nightmares about murderous vines every night.

After a hellish week, we left, hoping we had done enough to help them fight off the vines. Once again, we boarded Jeepak’s vessel, relieved to be leaving the terrors behind. And once again, we were soothed on the way. We arrived home calm and ready to take on the world. Our world, that is.

#MastoPrompt #microFiction #vessel #soothing

#MastoPrompt -#recoil
#MastoPrompt

From school dinners past,
Recoiling from the odour,
Macaroni Cheese!

🤢🤮

#Writing #SmallPoem #Poetry #Fiction #MicroFiction #SmallStories

In the darkest night of my soul, a #hollow scream echoes into the night. Then, #otherworldly silence falls. I catch a #notion of a draft, then realise the giant pendant. It #swings soundless. As it changes direction, a #splash of #cerise illuminates the #celestial canvas.

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#MicroPrompt #vss365 #MastoPrompt #rise365 #Whistpr #BrknShards #vssnature

#WritingCommunity

@FrostPoem
@tanweerdar

"Yes, I'm sure." I drop my signet ring on the table.

A #flicker of contempt adorns your lips. "After this, you're out. Throw."

I toss. The disc spins in the air.

You snap, "Heads."

It thunks down. I see an #angelic face, rather than a #demonic tail.

"Damn!" I say.

"You're not that lucky." You slip the ring on your finger.

I hurry out. Once I'm well away, I trigger the ring.

Mission accomplished.

#MastoPrompt #MicroFiction @tanweerdar

@tanweerdar

Her angelic face put him off initially;
Too young, too innocent,
Somewhere no man should go,
So he ignored her as she rushed,
All ponytail and swaying limbs,
Another jogger outside the office,
Until she pushed past him in a haze
Of sweat and stale perfume.

He was angry at the push,
The ignorance, until he saw her,
Crashed in the chair in the office,
A towel around her shoulders, and
Sadness in her limbs. Beauty,
She said, is a vicious curse.

#MastoPrompt #poetry #angelic

= stone cold =

dehydrated angels
crisp wafer on my lips
all alcohol and salt, taste
the tidal beaches of your face
stone cold downdraughts
and peeling heartless bells
all absent songs of solace
in this mourning place

https://clover.serveblog.net/w0dz/stone-cold

@tanweerdar

#MastoPrompt #angelic #poetry #smallpoems
#wrdz