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  1. dismissing the headlines
    a clown's bulbous red nose

    #MastoPrompt

  2. dismissing the headlines
    a clown's bulbous red nose

    #MastoPrompt

  3. dismissing the headlines
    a clown's bulbous red nose

    #MastoPrompt

  4. 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

  5. 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

  6. 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

  7. 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

  8. 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

  9. ••⋅☾ #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 # #NMPoetry #MastoPrompt #Fealty #InkMine #Fabricated

  10. ••⋅☾ #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 # #NMPoetry #MastoPrompt #Fealty #InkMine #Fabricated

  11. ••⋅☾ #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 # #NMPoetry #MastoPrompt #Fealty #InkMine #Fabricated

  12. "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

  13. "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

  14. "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

  15. "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

  16. 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

  17. 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

  18. 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

  19. 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

  20. 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

  21. “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

  22. 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.

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

    #WritingCommunity

    @FrostPoem
    @tanweerdar

  23. "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

  24. @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

  25. = 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

    clover.serveblog.net/w0dz/ston

    @tanweerdar

    #MastoPrompt #angelic #poetry #smallpoems
    #wrdz

  26. CW: Flash Fiction: Nelson At the Holiday Party (CW due to length and frivolity)

    Nelson At the Holiday Party

    When Nelson heard her name mentioned at the party, he came over trepid and queasy: they had "history", though not of that sort. He wanted to slip out before her grand entrance.

    Too late; in that moment she wafted over the parquet wearing a gossamer gown calculated to draw all eyes. Melissa. As if by instinct, her cold stare homed on Nelson. And then a comedy of errors ensued: her chiffon snagged on a holly wreath, and in extricating herself, she stepped a stiletto heel on a power cord, de-twinkling the tree lights as she butt-flopped onto a pile of presents.

    Her spell was broken. Amid the aghast looks and irrepressible titters, Nelson strode over and offered both hands to help her back to her feet. The party awkwardly resumed; she muttered a begrudging thank you, Nelson bowed slightly in acknowledgement, and as she turned to survey the wreckage, he sought his hosts to proffer an excuse for his early departure. When granted such a boon, he reasoned, best not to test the Fates.

    2022.12.16

    Prompts used:
    #MastoPrompt: name
    #FlexVSS: party
    #LimerickRhyme: trepid*
    #CrowsTales: queasy
    #StoryIn12: moment*
    #BraveWrite: gossamer
    #VSSNature: holly
    #VSSHumour: twinkle_lights
    #VSSPoem: presents*
    #oxj: out & cold
    * = not used per the prompt guidelines