#mastoprompt — Public Fediverse posts

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

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

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

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

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

stock futures —
a steep incline
in treasury yields

#MastoPrompt

stock futures —
a steep incline
in treasury yields

#MastoPrompt

stock futures —
a steep incline
in treasury yields

#MastoPrompt

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

Willow Leaves

6-Link #Rengay
(C) 2026 Randy Bradbury @moto17
& Nara Moore @NaraMoore
Image: #ClaudeMonet Lily Pond and Weeping Willow, 1916–1919
& Endless Knot - Rick J. Pellegr,

#dailyhaikuprompt #WillowLeaves #Gusty #MastoPrompt #whisk #Dharma #Buddhist #Willow #Poetry #詩 #NMPoetry #Haiga #俳画

Seen & Unseen

6-link #Rengay
(C) Paul David Mena @extraspecialbitter & Nara Moore @NaraMoore

#Poetry #詩 #NMPoetry #thingstowriteabout #bread #MastoPrompt #vssdaily #Celebration #Haiga #俳画 #Photography #マストドン写真部 #写真 #Wedding #Ancestors #Food

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."

#MastoPrompt #MicroFiction

summer's arrival
tender paws on hot pavement
cool off in the grass!

#dailyhaikuprompt - time / cool off
#MastoPrompt - arrival

ART
https://fineartamerica.com/featured/soft-blue-dog-paw-sharon-cummings.html

#dog #dogs #dogsofmastodon #dogsittergifts #gifts #woof #doggies #puppy #puppies #puppylove #doglove #doglovers #doglover #dogpaw #dogmom #dogdad #blue #animallover #animallovers #homedecor #pet #pets #summer #summertme #heat #poetry #poet #poets #poem #poems #haiku #smallpoem #smallpoems #shortpoem #shortpoems #SharonCummingsArt

#MastoPrompt 6/25

Riding Double

#FanFiction #AdachiToShimamura

“Look where you’re going,” Shimamura yelled, the wind tearing at her words.

She’d never been sure how Adachi steered the bike while looking at her. That question was now burning up the circuits of her brain, red lights flashing. It took a lot for that to happen. Normally, her brain was half asleep. On a good day, it might be 90% awake, but at the moment, it was running at 200% wakefulness.

It took an intersection full of trucks at the bottom of a hill to wake her up like that. “This is why the school forbade riding double,” she thought. Too late to worry about that—Adachi was staring at her, and the trucks were rumbling past.

“Brake! Brake! Brake!” she yelled.

Adachi blinked and froze. “Never yell at Adachi,” Shimamura thought too late.

“Trucks,” she said, just loud enough to be heard over the rushing air. A small part of her brain analyzed what was happening and marveled at her self-control.

She almost added, “I’ll let you sit between my legs” as a bribe. “No, no, no!” That small part of her brain panicked, screaming. “She’ll freeze.” As though she hadn’t already. But the comment would have locked Adachi into a glacial winter. Its icy depths would have someday yielded mastodons, and a mangled Shimamura.

Adachi looked forward and slammed on the brakes, #decelerating suddenly.

Shimamura—

                      sailing—

                                over—

                                      Adachi—

                                                handlebars.

Time seemed to stop, and a little girl with sparkling blue hair appeared floating in the air. Shimamura drifted into her arms.

“It’s destiny.”

@stevencudahy
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMMP #SliceOfLife #AdachiAndShimamura #安達としまむら #Yuri #Amine #LightNovel #Manga

#Mastoprompt #CARNIVAL 2/2

Adachi at Sunset <Continued from Part 1 above)

“Cute,” Shimamura thought while studying Adachi’s face. The golden light lit it up, highlighting the features she loved. “How did I get so lucky?” The words almost slipped out. “What the heck,” she thought and said it.

Adachi blushed redder than the rose-tinted clouds outside their window. Shimamura smiled. No one but Adachi affected her that way.

Shimamura tried not to tease her wife too much. It was fun, but dangerous. Too much teasing could put Adachi out of action for hours. Once she had gone too far, causing Adachi to bang her head against the wall. That wasn’t fun at all and had terrified her.

“So what were you thinking about?” she asked.

Adachi just looked down and tugged harder on her hair.

“Okay, that’s not working,” Shimamura thought. She took a piece of paper she had been jotting notes on, walked over, and handed it and a pen to Adachi.

“Write it down for me. Pweese.” Shimamura had learned that writing sometimes helped. “Pweese” was a risk. Adachi could never resist when she said it like that — unless her brain melted. And that was a real risk.

That time she had frozen in the middle of the grocery store had been a nightmare. Or when she hid in the stationery store. Who would’ve thought a place that small had such a good hiding spot?

Fortunately, Adachi survived the massive brain storm “Pweese” produced and made several attempts at writing. She’d start writing, pause, then furiously scratch it out. She finally took a deep breath and hurriedly wrote something.

Shimamura had been waiting for that and snatched the paper before Adachi could scribble it out.

Shimamura read, “I was remembering how you looked at the CARNIVAL.”

“You mean when we kiss under the sunset?” Shimamura asked.

That was too much for poor Adachi, who dove under her blanket, the one with the horrible Shimamura store logo in big letters.

#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMMP #SliceOfLife #AdachiToShimamura #AdachiAndShimamura #安達としまむら #Yuri #Amine #LightNovel #Manga #FanFiction #AutisticCharacters #ActuallyAutistic

#Mastoprompt #CARNIVAL 1/2

Adachi at Sunset

“I hate this,” Shimamura grumbled. “When you get off work, that should be it. It’s worse than school. At least I could fall asleep pretending I was working on homework. My boss will yell at…”

Shimamura looked up from her papers scattered on the table to Adachi, who was on the couch with her favorite blanket. Adachi was staring vacantly past her. It was still embarrassing how Adachi would stare at her while pretending to watch TV, but Shimamura was used to it. Looking past her was a new, irritating surprise.

“What are you looking at?” Shimamura asked.

As expected, Adachi’s eyes darted around, and she tugged at her hair.

Not receiving an answer, Shimamura looked behind her. “Wow, glorious.” It was indeed. Golden light illuminated the sky and red tinted the edges of the clouds.

“Were you admiring the sunset?” Adachi was usually oblivious to things like that, so Shimamura’s curiosity was piqued.

Adachi shook her head yes and then violently no. “No,” she muttered, looking both alarmed and confused.

Part 1 <Continued>

#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMMP #SliceOfLife #AdachiToShimamura #AdachiAndShimamura #安達としまむら #Yuri #Amine #LightNovel #Manga #FanFiciction #AutisticCharacters #ActuallyAutistic

@stevencudahy

#MastoPrompt #Salve #Poetry #Writing #Poem #SmallPoem #Politics

@stevencudahy

#MastoPrompt #Salve #Poetry #Writing #Poem #SmallPoem #Politics

@stevencudahy

#MastoPrompt #Salve #Poetry #Writing #Poem #SmallPoem #Politics

@stevencudahy

#MastoPrompt #Salve #Poetry #Writing #Poem #SmallPoem #Politics

@stevencudahy

#MastoPrompt #Salve #Poetry #Writing #Poem #SmallPoem #Politics

#MastoPrompt -#recoil
#MastoPrompt

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

🤢🤮

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

"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

The naked, star-pricked sky
sucks the heat from the departed day,
sends the temperature plummeting,
scattering a crystal crust
on green leaves burning brown,
to die on Winter's frozen ground.

#MastoPrompt #Plummeting #SmallPoems #Poetry

You go #plummeting from the heights of bliss
with a confidence that cannot miss.
Now, face-down in a familiar pit,
you see your boldness was gravely amiss.

#MastoPrompt #BipolarDisorder #poem

I could tell you it was the polio, but it was more my precarious sense of balance when, as a toddler, I scaled to the top step of our stairs and then, feeling so proud to have made it, suddenly realizing I'd lost my concentration and, in moments frozen in memory, I fell backwards, bumping tumbling #plummeting rolling down the stairs to the bottom.

It happened, I am told, every time one woman from town happened to drop by. She was so unnerved, she stopped visiting.

True story. #MastoPrompt

Plummeting through infinity
Questions of masculinity and femininity
No longer remain
as we strive to attain
The long-promised goal of divinity

#MastoPrompt
#plummeting
#SmallPoems

Plummeting into
Love with him again, this life:
Inevitable.

#poetry
#MastoPrompt
#plummeting
#BonusRound

The Princess Cried

At the prompt, he felt
His confidence plummeting
Bringing this word to life
Seemed inconceivable.

“Off with his head,”
The princess cried.
Thus, in the end,
It was a no-brainer.

#poetry
#MastoPrompt
#plummeting

There is no alternative of course -
The numbers brook no debate.
So with the mercury plummeting.
We have to rise to it.
We lie together and shiver
The world dies away outside
In a cocoon we live on.
We'll make it to the spring.
It can't go on like this forever.

#MastoPrompt #Poem #Poetry #plummeting

#MastoPrompt

It is mid-afternoon when the storm finally breaks, the snow slows, then stops, just occasional flecks. The clouds zip across the sky. The temperature is #plummeting, even as the sun pokes out. Earl collects his horse at the stable and starts the long ride up Mt. Riga Road, the snow in places almost up to his horse’s chest. The mare knows how to cope, stepping high, bringing up a cloud of snow with each stride. 'She’s a good mare,' Earl thinks. 'Feck it’s cold.'

#HiramFalls

And then he went a #plummeting
Falling and shouting down
His raging voice soon failed him
As the fall continued unbound

Now in silence as he fell
He could not yell or even tell
What had befell him suddenly so
and where the hell would he go

Coming upon another sudden
He finally landed all alone
And while the drop was molten gold
The floor was karmic stone

@tanweerdar

#Mastoprompt #smallpoems #poetry #writer #writing #writingcommunity

Desperately clinging on to the edge of a tenuous precipice, fingers scrambling for any traction as rocks and debris came plummeting down.

Crying out for someone, anyone, to throw down a lifeline to save him from himself and the depths of his despair. Eyes filled with terror, pupils fully dilated, as he turned his head downwards to the chasm below.

Scrambling his way up, a rush of adrenaline and the thoughts of those he'd leave behind lit a fire inside him.

Her adoring hazel eyes and her warm embrace warmed his heart like nothing else. Finally, he'd allowed her into the rooms of his soul that had long been barricaded shut. She was his only salvation and the lifeblood that coursed in his veins.

He laid motionless, gasping for breath as he gazed skyward, overwhelmed and completely exhausted. Tears poured like a raging torrent that could not be contained.

Gingerly rising to his feet, he stared down at the endless void below, knowing that the outcome could've been vastly different.

This battle was unnervingly familiar and had been fought valiantly many times, but the long and brutal war was yet to be won.

#MastoPrompt #Microfiction #WritingCommunity #Plummeting

The rise and fall was a natural rhythm that everyone was so in sync with that it was almost forgotten.

And so, they thought, what if we raise one up beyond what's natural? Perhaps then it will never fall.

None expected the rapid plummeting of it that was nature's response.

#MastoPrompt #plummeting #MicroFiction