#mastoprompt — Public Fediverse posts
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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
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It turned out the new rallying cry of Chief Seattle High's volley ball team seattled the victory crown on their heads. Their opponent died laughing at the lyrics of 'Into the "Volley of Death." 1/1
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Follow it backward past the scrubs, past the ward, past mercy:
it was warmth beading from skin hidden deep in the burrow.
It meant only this: keep the small mouth fastened to the world.
Much later, we gave the word a uniform.
And somewhere behind a utility door,
nurture learned its own hunger.#MastoPrompt
#nurse
#writing
#creativewriting
#smallstories
#paleopoetics
#betrayal
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••⋅☾ #片歌 ☽⋅••
Clank of chains
Goblins start to dance ☽⋅••
Skeletons in the Closet••⋅☾ #katauta ☽⋅••
"Skeleton in the Closet" by Louis Armstrong and his Band, movie "Pennies from Heaven" (1936):
#Poetry #詩 #NMPoetry #MastoPrompt #Clank #BluesTone #Jazz #LouisArmstrong
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••⋅☾ #ものく ☽⋅••
graft thickly spread gravy train soon departs
••⋅☾ #Monoku / #Monostich ☽⋅••
••⋅☾ #片歌 ☽⋅••Graft thickly spread
Gravy train soon departs
Cetriolo all soaked••⋅☾ #katauta ☽⋅••
#Poetry #詩 #NMPoetry #MastoPrompt #graft #DailyHaikuPrompt #Soak #Corruption
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Blooming Hope
••⋅☾ #Haiku ☽⋅••
Two-toned entwined
New bloomed hope
A lucid welcome••⋅☾ #片歌 ☽⋅••
#RengayThis
#Poetry #詩 #NMPoetry #Vss366 #Welcome #MastoPrompt #lucid #haikufeels #entwine #Haiga #俳画 #Photography #マストドン写真部 #写真 #Flowers #Wildflowers #MtHood #Summer -
Valor
••⋅☾#片歌 ☽⋅••
Choose comrade
Hide in the cellar
Out in the street••⋅☾#katauta☽⋅••
Which Side are You On - Natalie Merchant
#Poetry #詩 #Haiku #俳句 #NMPoetry #MastoPrompt #protest #union #folkmusic
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••⋅☾#片歌 ☽⋅••
Blue notes pour
Strange fruit is born
Upon native shores••⋅☾#katauta☽⋅••
#Poetry #PoetryOnTheFly #MastoPrompt #nmpoetry #BillieHoliday #Blues
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Shaved Ice
••⋅☾#片歌 ☽⋅••
#Rasp berry
Rasp of teeth on ice
Summer's perfection••⋅☾#katauta☽⋅••
#Poetry #Haiku #PoetryOnTheFly #NMPoetry #MastoPrompt #Summer
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It’s Pelican, Captain
#Fanfiction #KaigaiIdol #PonRanger
#MastoPrompt #Pelican“Reporting for duty, Captain.” The creature snapped a salute as crisp as its white, green, and orange uniform.
“Very good, Lieutenant Yeast,” Captain Pon said. Their eyes stayed glued to the console displaying a terrible, multi-segmented thing crawling in the starless black sky. Its tentacles sprawled, blocky abominations.
“Is that a life form that defies the laws of physics?” Yeast asked.
“No, it's today’s New Pork’s Slimes crossworld puzzle. What seven-letter word means ‘soup bowl face?’”
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#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: This One is Just Right
-> #Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt #TimeTravelAuthors 25. Midnight?Above me towered the bronze statue of Peter the Great, snow clinging to his horse’s back. In the background, the voices of a choir rose, drowning out the sound of machine gunfire.
I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was time for a change
I killed the Czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vainThe cacophony was so loud that I almost missed the voice saying, “Папа, папа.” If it hadn’t been for the tone, I would’ve missed it. Claire was calling me.
I tried to turn toward her but realized that I couldn’t move. It was like sleep paralysis, where everything was frozen except my eyes. When I squinted to the side, I looked out over a sparkling white field, like a #park or city plaza. It was a flat expanse cut in half by a glass plane that curved overhead. Through it towered the distorted shape of a can of red bean soup. Beyond that, I could see the inside of the cabin facing the bedroom. Floating above it all was Claire’s distorted, terrified face.
Somewhere, a clock tolled the hour. Claire turned and walked toward the bedroom. The choir fell #silent, and the gunfire faded and vanished. Each booming chime broke the silence, stirring the snow. Large flakes drifted down, dislodged from the statue above.
In the bedroom, three shadows danced in the air like smoke from a plague pyre.
“This noose is too big.”
“No!” I silently screamed, struggling to move.
“This noose is too sloppy.”
Peter the Great grinned down at me, his once solemn face now leering. It was a twisted smile that all but laughed.
The clock struck midnight.
“But this noose is just right.”
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Saint Lilly Lillum of Charity
2. By the Grace of the Goddess (1/2)
#リリィ＝リリウム誕生祭2024 #LillyLillumsBirthday2025
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess (#WataYuri) #PIXIVCharitySanta
#wss366 #MastoPrompt 12/23 (24 in Japan)Alone again, she faced the dark, cold road ahead. The wind picked up, so she hurried along as fast as the rutted road would allow. Trees pressed in on either side, blocking the dim moonlight. It was the kind of night when ghosts and phantoms emerged.
At first, she didn’t notice the sound carried on the wind: bamboo pipes, bells, and stringed instruments. It was a sweet, spectral sound, as haunting as it was alluring.
As she rounded a bend in the road, the darkness receded. Ahead, the path was illuminated by trees adorned with gold and silver tinsel, red berry garlands, and candles. There were so many tapers that they lit the road with a glorious brilliance. The music surged giving #office to the Goddess, reaching a climax. Then it subsided to a soft, melodic refrain.
In the middle of the clearing stood a table laden with fine fare: roasted pheasant, greens sautéed with chestnuts and almonds, holly-garlanded pudding, and a steaming bowl of wassail. Pickled wild vegetables, teapots, and all manner of side dishes were arranged around these.
[Continued in the next post]
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High Tea at The Royal Academy
•─⋅☾Author Notes☽⋅─•
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#wss366 #Mastoprompt #PIXIVCharitySantaI wrote this just as the translation of “Hannelore’s Fifth Year” volume two started appearing in J-Novel Club pre-pubs. To the best of my ability, this story doesn’t break the canon of “Ascension of a Bookworm” and volume one of “Hannelore’s Fifth Year.” Volume two will most likely render this AU, though. However, I like the idea of Rozemyne and Hannelore eventually living together. They both need a good friend.
Tags: #SliceOfLife #AoaB #MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Bookworm
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High Tea at The Royal Academy
•─⋅☾6. Tea Cake Crumbs☽⋅─•
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#wss366 #Mastoprompt #PIXIVCharitySanta•─⋅☾Meanwhile in Dunkelfelger☽⋅─•
“Oh, my,” said Sieglinde, Hannelore’s mother. It would have taken a more observant man than Aub Werdekraf to notice the slight pallor that crept into his wife’s cheeks. But it was there, a sure sign that something highly unusual and alarming had happened. Fortunately, no servants were in the private dining room where the two were having dinner to observe her alarm.
“Is that Hannelore’s letter?” he asked as she handed it to him. He blinked as he read it, glanced up at his wife, and then continued reading.
Putting it down, he said, “How could Ferdinand have let this happen? A magical shumil?”
“Not just any shumil, it's a minor artifact. Only Ferdinand and Rozemyne could have made this one.”
“But what could it mean?” Wedekraf’s voice was muffled by the hands he had placed over his face.
His wife gave it some thought. She was the steadying hand that kept the Dunkelfelger ruling family in line. “Ah, I think I see.—Have you noticed that Rozemyne is inordinately fond of Hannelore?”
“One could hardly miss it. Do you think that’s all it is—an extravagant gift?”
“Do be sensible. Given Ferdinand’s involvement, it must mean something—something that can’t be spoken of directly.”
“But what?”
“What if Rozemyne is in love with Hannalore? If Ferdinand were to take Hana as a second wife, she would have an unassailable place where she could be with Rozemyne.”
The Aub took his hands away from his face, revealing brows scrunched in concentration. “That does sound like the kind of devious plan Ferdinand would come up with, but Rozemyne? I thought she had eyes #solely for Ferdinand.”
His wife was smiling now as she tapped her finger on the table. “It’s the #perfect solution to our Hannelore problem. She gets a good marriage with people who will ensure her comfort, and we strengthen our relationship with Alexandria and Rozemyne.”
•─⋅☾And in Alexandria☽⋅─•
Ferdinand emerged from the laboratory and approached his reading wife. “Do you know where the Shumil tool went? I had some ideas about how to cut down on the mana cost.”
The book slowly lowered, and Rozemyne looked up at him. “I sent it with Lady Sorrona to give to Hannelore.”
Ferdinand’s eyebrows twitched. “You did what!?”
Rozemyne set aside her book. “Oh dear, am I going to get another lecture?” Her tone was resigned.
[FINIS]
Tags: #SliceOfLife #AoaB #MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Bookworm
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Saint Lilly Lillum of Charity
Chapter 1. Even a Mouse
#FanFiction #IAmInLoveWithTheVillainess (#WataYuri) #PIXIVCharitySanta
#wss366 #MastoPrompt 12/20Description: This is a twist on a classic fairy tale that some may find too saccharine.
The road leading down from the orphanage was rocky and rutted. In the dim evening light, Lily kept stumbling. She could have stayed with them, but that would have put a strain on their already overcrowded building. There was no way she could inconvenience them like that.
A sigh escaped her. She had planned to stay at an inn and warm herself at the #fireside, but the orphans' needs had been too great, so she gave the manager all her money. She would find a barn somewhere down in the valley to sleep in. No one would refuse a nun a place to rest, especially not tonight.
A voice called to her: "Alms. Alms for a poor blind man."
In the gathering gloom, she saw an emaciated figure with bandages wrapped around his eyes.
Another sigh threatened to escape her. "I don't have any money, but here’s the food I have."
Lilly handed him a small bundle containing a hunk of hard rye bread and a sliver of cheese. The orphanage manager had given it to her as she left. Lilly had hesitated at the offer. The orphans surely needed the food more than her, but merit was gained through giving, and she wouldn't be inconsiderate enough to deny the woman that.
The man felt the gift with his fingers and spat. "No doubt you want thanks, kind woman." He spat again and turned away, and tottered into the trees, grumbling.
The nun watched him go, saying nothing. Instead, she quietly blessed him and turned, starting back down the road.
It was cold, so she pulled her cloak tight and put her hands in her pockets.
"Goddess be praised!" she muttered. In a pocket, she found a crust of bread that had escaped prior detection.
"Squeak."
The sound caused her to look up. Beside the road was a #mouse, its paws raised as if begging.
This time, she let a sigh escape and threw the crust to the creature, which ran off with it.
[Continued in Chapter 2 By the Grace of the Goddess]
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High Tea at The Royal Academy ロイヤル・アカデミーでのハイティー
•─⋅☾5. Shumils 2/2 ☽⋅─•
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#wss366 #Mastoprompt #PIXIVCharitySanta[2/2 Continued from the previous post]
Taking a breath, Sorrona began. “Ferdinand told me to be brief, since you must be busy, so I’ll be direct. Rozemyne requests that you accept me onto the Library Committee. I have already received Mestionora’s blessing, and I fervently hope to serve her and become a librarian someday.”
Hannelore hadn’t planned on reviving the Library Committee. The library had plenty of staff, and she had no interest in the work. As the highest-ranking Dunkelfelger at the school, she had enough to do.
Looking into her junior’s pleading eyes made saying no hard. She sighed to herself. It wouldn’t do to decide until she had consulted with Cordula, her head maid, and her mother. “I’ll need to check.”
The girl nodded, seeming satisfied. She beckoned to her maid, who stepped forward with a chest richly decorated with carved shumil. Cordula stepped forward, opened the chest, nodded, and handed it to Hannelore. Inside was a fluffy shumil plushie dressed in blue librarian robes. Its forepaws were outstretched.
Sorrona explained, “If you feed it mana while petting it, you can give it a book to read to you. Ferdinand and Rozemyne worked very hard on it.”
Hannelore’s eyes grew wide. Her mind screamed, “Too much! Why!”
She caught Cordula’s eye, who nodded imperceptibly and made a sign indicating their time was up.
Hannelore grabbed the lifeline. “I see it’s time for me to leave. I have another pressing appointment. May Dregarnuhr bind our threads again soon. Until then, may Schutzaria keep you company.”
As soon as Sorrona said goodbye, Hannelore fled.
“And may Verdraeos be with me, for I surely need his help.” Her whimper went unheard by anyone except the god himself.
Tags: #SliceOfLife #AoaB #MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMFic #Bookworm
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High Tea at The Royal Academy ロイヤル・アカデミーでのハイティー
•─⋅☾5. Shumils 1/2☽⋅─•
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#wss366 #Mastoprompt #PIXIVCharitySantaAs the tea ended, each girl rose and curtsied first to Hannelore, the representative of the highest-ranking duchy, and then to Sorrona, their host. The girl from Blumenfeld was first. The lovely dove-gray silk of her dress matched her eyes, which smiled insincerely at Hannelore. However, there was nothing lovely about how they bore into Sorrona. Then, with a silken rustle, she was gone.
Hannelore wondered if Sorrona was aware of the tension her favoritism had produced. She would need to report to her mother about the rising tensions between Blumenfeld and Alexandria. It would be unpleasant if they got caught in the middle. Many of Dunkelfelger’s lords were still loyal to the former king, who now ruled Blumenfeld, especially the older lords whose #lands were in the countryside.
As the last girl left, Sorrona sighed and began to slouch until she noticed her lady's maid’s #grim look.
“I hope it wasn’t too much trouble asking you to stay, Lady Hannelore. Aub Rozemyne speaks fondly of you, and she sends Mestionora’s blessings and hopes that Dregarnuhr will soon bind your threads with hers.”
“It was no trouble. I, too, hope that Dregarnuhr’s loom will soon bring us together,” Hannelore replied, wondering why Sorrona had wanted a private interview with her. Her worries grew when Sorrona took an anti-eavesdropping tool from her maid and said, “Shall we?”
“Most certainly,” Hannelore replied. She took out a similar tool.
[1/2 Continued in the next post]
Tags: #SliceOfLife #AoaB #MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMFic #Bookworm
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High Tea at The Royal Academy
•─⋅☾4. Book Buddies Forever☽⋅─•
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#wss366 #Mastoprompt #PIXIVCharitySantaAs was customary, Sorrona took the first swallow of matcha. Then, she passed the cups around.
Everyone took a sip of the emerald-green #liquid. The lady from Klassenberg made a slightly wry face but quickly hid it. What was her name? Hannelore wondered. "Valeriane Tochter Klassenberg. That was it."
"This is lovely china, so unique," Valeriane said. Hanna thought it was perhaps an attempt to cover up her faux pas. "May I buy a set for my tea parties?" Valeriane went on.
“No, I’m sorry,” Sorrona answered. "They won't be available until after the Archduke Conference, but you can have the setting in front of you as a gift. You'll find Aub Rozemyne’s personal seal on the bottom.”
"Now, on to the treats," she said, sampling a sandwich and each confection to demonstrate that they weren't poisoned. "This is matcha milli feuille," she said, cutting into the lavish cake. She stumbled slightly over the name and giggled nervously.
"Everyone calls these tanieh jellies," she said, picking up the deep tan confections. "And these are mochi," she said, eating one of the round confections. "Rozemyne is very proud of the mochi. She said that they were incredibly difficult to develop.”
Finished, she turned to Hannelore. "You might be wondering why Her Grace entrusted me with debuting her creations. I was surprised, too, but when she asked who wanted to join the library committee, I was the only one to volunteer. She said you were my senpai, and that I should listen to you."
Sorrona giggled after making this serious announcement.
Hannelore stared as a feeling of déjà vu washed over her.
When Sorrona held up her little finger, it seemed to Hannelore that the girl wanted to shake pinkies. Flustered and unsure what to do, Hannelore complied, wrapping her pinky around Sorrona’s.
Sorrona giggled again and said, "Book buddies forever."
Such obvious favoritism clearly showed that Alexandria had singled out Dunkelfelger for special favor. Either that or they were signaling a marriage offer was in the making. Perhapes, Ferdinand was looking for a second wife. One wrong move and they would feel snubbed, and she would make an enemy of them.
Hannelore could feel the other women’s eyes burning through her. They would immediately share this intelligence with their duchies. Until she heard back from Dunkelfelger's Aub, her every move would be watched and interpreted. It was a nightmare.
She carefully #folded hands, making sure her smile didn’t waver. It was a far cry from her thoughts."What has my bad timing gotten me into this time?"
Tags: #SliceOfLife #AoaB #MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Bookworm
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12. Moon Rise (1/2)
#FanFiction #TheApothecaryDiaries
#wss366 #MastoPromptJinshi still looked pale, but thanks to Mao, he could work for short periods again. Not that either Mao or Jinshi’s head maid, Suiren, agreed.
“Maybe I should have used less of the antidote,” Mao grumbled to herself. She was in a particularly #crabby mood due to the nausea resulting from experimenting with the assassin’s poison. The fact that the rice cakes with persimmon #jam didn’t tempt her spoke volumes. Jinshi’s royal robes were too bright to look at. Fortunately, the muted colors of his office were easier on her eyes, and she kept her gaze on the mild yellow embroidered flowers on the curtain hiding Baryou.
She refused the dish of rice crackers that Jinshi pushed toward her. What she wanted to say was, “Go back to bed, you idiot.” That's what she felt the doctors should have said. Given Jinshi’s feelings for her, she would have survived the impertinence. However, with Suiren frowning at them both, she didn’t dare say it.
Instead, Mao eyed the wine, wondering if it would settle her stomach while Basen droned on about the events leading to the capture of the Shaoh assassin and the family sheltering her.
[Continued in next post]
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMFic #NMV366
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Mink Ranching
#FanFiction #AdachiAndShimamura
#wss366 #MastoPrompt #PIXIVCharitySanta"I'm sorry, but I can't go home with you today. I have to study in the library,” Shimamura told Adachi.
"Wow, look at that expression," Shimamura thought.
A smile crept to her lips. "The world is ending tomorrow," she joked.
“What?” Adachi said, looking totally bewildered. “It is?”
"No, It's just how you looked. It's not like I don't want to walk home with you. This is my #last chance to pass math. Can you imagine doing that class again!”
"Oh, then I'll come too.”
"Okay," Shimamura said, shrugging.
While Adachi scanned the books on the shelves, in between glances at her friend, Shimamura found a place to sit. Adachi reached for a book, then glanced at it, and her hand dropped. She reached for another.
Shimamura smiled at her, and Adachi grabbed a book and clutched it tightly to her chest. She hurried to the table and then stopped. “I won’t be bothering you?”
Shimamura looked up from the papers and smiled. "No, but I don’t know what’s so fascinating about my doing math.” She added to herself, “I don’t get it. It’s dull enough when I do it. Why watch me?”
Adachi pulled out her chair carefully being as quiet as possible, sat down, and hastily opened her book.
Shimamura looked up. “Math. I hate it. I just want to sleep. It’s so quiet, and the smell of books it’s almost too much.” She pretended to slap herself, returned to her papers, and soon was soon groaning over the problems.
The seconds ticked by while Adachi held the book in front of her, and Shimamura muttered. "If x is the cube of y and y is the square root of four, what is x? So y is two. Cube?"
"x, y, cube, square? When am I ever going to use this?" She asked, looking up at Adachi, and found her peeking over her book.
Adachi looked down, missing Shimamura hiding a smile behind her hand.
"I didn't know you were interested in minks," Shimamura said.
"What?” Adachi's eyes blinked rapidly. She glanced at her book, still on the title page; read; and froze, a look of horror on her face.
"Your book’s title, #Mink Ranching."
#MicroFiction #TootFic #NMFic #NMV366 #Yuri
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High Tea at The Royal Academy
•─⋅☾3. Matcha & Celadon☽⋅─•
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#wss366 #Mastoprompt #PIXIVCharitySantaHannalore was shown to a seat next to Sorrona. Each place setting was stunning. Handleless cups and plates with a jade-green glaze gleamed, which pooled in darker lines made by pattern of swimming #fish. What caught her eye most, though, was the fine web of cracks running through the glaze. They were lovely and unlike anything she had seen before.
In the table’s center was a silver three-tiered stand. The bottom contained a cake made of many thin, crepe layers with whipped cream sandwiched between each, and all dusted with green powder. It gave off a faint odor of tea. On the next tier were dainty crustless sandwiches, and on the top tier were tanieh jellies and soft, round confections covered with roasted samaneh seeds.
The mingled sweet scents made her mouth water. To think she would be among the first to taste Rozemyne’s newest creations. It felt like a miraculous honor. For once, just once, her timing had been perfect.
“I thought I would start our tea with a ritual that Rozemyne introduced to our court,” Sorrona said as the last guest was seated. “If you pass me your cups, I’ll make a special tea for you. You may decline, in which case you’ll be served a nice black blend. Either is exquisite, but the former is an adventure.”
As everyone passed their cups to Sorrona, Hannalore overheard the girl from Drewanchel say in a stage whisper, "Well, at least we don't have to worry about her fainting and leaving us hostless." Hannalore felt sorry for Sorrona again.
The target of the girl’s retort gave no sign of having heard and continued. "This is the finest tea, which is then ground into a fine powder. Rozemyne calls it matcha. You warm the cup with a bit of hot water, add this much matcha, add hot water, and whisk it. The temperature of the water is very important. If it is too hot, the tea will be bitter."
Sorrona picked up a small whisk and rolled it between her palms, turning the tea into a thick, emerald froth.
"Rozemyne says that any lady or gentleman should be able to do this for their guests. It is the highest honor. Having servants do it implies that you feel your guests are unworthy of your attention."
Some of the ladies looked shocked, but Hannalore thought, "I bet Ferdinand was the #architect of that custom to accommodate his eccentric wife." But it also seemed like a charming custom.
Tags: #SliceOfLife #AoaB #MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMV366 #NMFic #Bookworm
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A Gyaru Explains Christmas ギャルがクリスマスを解説する (3/3)
#FanFiction #ThisGyarusGotAThingforVampireHunters?! #GyaVam
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt 12/5 #PIXIVCharitySanta**[Continued]
The two gyaru had already spotted them and dashed over. They each picked a girl and started mussing up her hair while shouting, “#Brains, brains, brains!”
Ginka and Ruka both reacted instantly. Ruka said, “Hey, stop! I spent an hour on that!” While Ginka took a battle stance. Then she looked at Ruka and asked, “Are they infected?”
The three gyaru started laughing at Ginka’s serious tone. It was such a Ginka thing to say.
The two girls responded, "Infected? Like, really!" and "Yep. Zombies! got us. We've come to eat your brains."
Ruka explained, “They must have just come from the theater. ‘Zombie Apocalypse’ is playing. It's totally gross! And you two quit it; you're bothering people.”
“So, what are you two doing here?” Meiri asked. “On a date?”
“Must be, or she would have invited us,” Hinaru replied.
“I’m teaching Ginka-chan the meaning of Christmas, if you must know,” Ruka said, avoiding the question. It had made her feel embarrassed yet also kind of warm. If she were going to date a girl, Ginka-chan would be her pick. She was stunning and so cool and…and…yeah, like that.
“The meaning of Christmas? Presents!” Hinaru said.
“KFedC,” Meiru argued.
“No, and no. Just follow me—Ginka-chan, those are both important things, but they aren’t the heart and soul of Christmas.”
Ginka nodded. With the other girls there, she didn’t want to say anything that would embarrass her—or worse, Ruka.
Ruka swiftly led the others through the crowd. She regretfully let go of Ginka’s hand. With her friends around, it would be too embarrassing, and they would only tease her more about "dating" Ginka.
She led them past the bookstore, the grocery store, the mall lottery stand, and even the big Christmas tree. She stopped in front of a bakery.
“Cake!” she announced, pointing. “Christmas cake—that's the soul of Christmas!”
[3/3 End]
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A Gyaru Explains Christmas ギャルがクリスマスを解説する (2/3)
#FanFiction #ThisGyarusGotAThingforVampireHunters?! #GyaVam
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt 12/5 #PIXIVCharitySanta**[Continued]
“Aren’t they dangerous?” Ruka asked. The question slipped out automatically.
“Dangerous? What cha mean?”
“Never mind. They’re cute.” Ruka had learned that any noise could alert a vampire or its spawn. With their preternatural hearing, there was no way they wouldn’t hear those bells. But it was a silly question. The vampires were all dead.
“Aw, you don’t sound like you mean it. I wore them just for you.”
“No, really, they’re cute, and so is the sweater.” Ginka’s delivery was still flat, which disappointed Ruka, but she accepted it. Ginka-chan was Ginka-chan, and you couldn’t expect exuberance from her.
“It’s not the kind of thing you usually wear,” Ginka added, nodding at the sweater with its panda mascot.
“Christmas is next week!” Ruka twirled. “Got ta celebrate!”
“I didn’t know you were a Christian.”
“I’m not, and neither are most of these people.” Ruka gestured to the crowd. “That’s not what it’s about. Come on, I’ll show you.”
She grabbed Ginka’s hand and led the way into the mall.
As they entered, Ginka’s eyes swiveled, taking it all in: the smiling people, harried ones, fake holly, busy holiday music, and an enormous tree adorned with tinsel and bright ornaments.
Her gaze moved to Ruka, and finally, a smile flickered on her lips. This was the girl who had introduced it all to her: clothes, makeup, school, friends, and karaoke—all things that Ginka had fought to preserve but had never experienced.
“Hey, look, it’s Hinaru & Meiri.” Ruka said, waving.
[2/3 Continued in the next post]
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A Gyaru Explains Christmas ギャルがクリスマスを解説する(1/3)
#FanFiction #ThisGyarusGotAThingforVampireHunters?! #GyaVam
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt 12/5 #PIXIVCharitySanta**Ginka-chan went on high alert as soon as she got off at the mall station. “So many people,” she thought. She relaxed, though, when she spotted Ruka-chan in the crowd, waving at her.
The first thing Ginka noticed about her gyaru friend was her knee-high boots with two-inch cavalier heels. “How could she run in those?” Ginka muttered. Of course, Ruka wouldn’t need to run. There weren't any vampires lurking in the crowd, so she was safe.
That settled, Ginka took in the rest of Ruka’s outfit: a red sweater with a mascot on the front, a green dress, and candy-striped socks peeking out above her boots. The outfit sounded odd, but Ruka pulled it off with flair.
Still aware of the people around them, Ginka joined her friend. “So, what’s the plan?” she asked.
“Do you like them?” Ruka said, ignoring the question. Instead, she shook her head, causing the little bells hanging from her earrings to make a bright, tinkling sound.
[1/3 Continued in the next post.]
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Goldilocks and Brunhilde
#FanFiction @stevendbrewer – Bear and Forrest Stories
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt 12/4 #PIXIVCharitySantaThe Volpex Picnic Park’s bear stopped and took a puff of his smoke. There was only the back area to check, and then he could take a nap. He looked forward to a lazy, warm winter day. Very few people used the park during the winter, even on a bright sunny day like this.
The exception was Brunhilde’s family. He could count on her and her mom stopping by on any pleasant weekend. And sure enough, there was their car driving away.
He smiled. Their going home would make things easier. He liked Brunhilde, but she was a handful.
That was why the whimpering issuing from their favorite site surprised him.
The bear quietly put out his cigarette, entered the site, and found Brunhilde sobbing, a book clutched to her chest. The family's picnic things were on the table, but an ice chest was turned over on its side, empty.
“Now, now,” the bear said patting her on the back. Then, as gently as possible, he asked, “What’s wrong?”
The girl turned her tear-stained face up to look at the bear. “Nothing,” she said, wiping her nose with her sleeve.
“Big girls don’t cry over nothing,” Bear said, #brushing away her tears with the back of his paw. It scratched a bit, but seemed to comfort Brunhilde.
Bear continued, “It has to be something important for them to cry over. So what is it?”
“Masked bandits stole our picnic food, and Mom went to town to buy more. But she broke her promise to read to me.”
“That must have been Riteka Raccoon and her gang. I’ll deal with them later.”
Brunhilde held out the book. “Would you read to me, Mr. Bear?”
The bear looked at the book, squinting, trying to make out the title. “I know! Why don’t YOU read to me!”
“Oh,” Brunhilde said. “I’d love that.” A smile adorned her face. Any sign of #moping had disappeared.
She hurriedly opened the book and began, “Once upon a time, there was a girl named Goldilocks…”
“'…Someone is in my bed, and she is still there!' Goldilocks woke up and saw the three bears, screamed, and ran out of the house, never to return.”
Finished, Brunhilde asked, “Did you like the story, Mr. Bear?”
“It’s not the version I know, but I loved it.”
Suddenly, Forrest screamed from a nearby tree where they had been listening, “His version includes, ‘She took a puff of the cigar and said, “This is too strong.”’”
Brunhilde never heard the rest because Bear started throwing pinecones at Forrest.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMV366 #NMFic #Mythpunk #SliceOfLife
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#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: This On is too Hot: Part 2
#Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss633 #MastopromptClair meanwhile, had drifted to the bookshelf. “They’re bound funny,” she called over to us.
“It’s just leather,” Rebecca said. Her face was red from blowing on the fire, but it was going now and had begun to warm the room.
“No, they’re icky, all crinkly to the touch and slimy. They make you feel weird.”
“Then don’t touch them,” I said.
“But they’re interesting,” Clair replied.
I shrugged and turned to Rebecca, saying, “She’s our daughter, all right.” Rebecca nodded.
“This book is too hard, but you might like this one.” Clair handed me a thick book. On the spine was written “Das Kapital. Kritik der Politischen Ökonomie.”
Clair was right; it made you feel funny: sad, like you were listening to someone crying. For a moment, I thought I heard someone shouting in Russian, followed by a scream.
“And this one is too simple,” Anastasia said, waking me from my daydream. She handed a copy of “Lang’s Blue Fairy Tales” to Rebecca.
I blinked; the room was fuzzy. “Anastasia?” That wasn’t right. I meant Clair. That was my daughter’s name.
Puzzled at my confusion, I watched her walk to the bookshelf again. Her white dress sparkled in the firelight.
She took out a third book. “#Dope! This one is just right,” she said in an odd voice: distant and sinister. She was holding a copy of “Ivanhoe Continued: The Burning of Rebecca.”
“Ah,” Rebecca gasped. I turned, expecting her to object to the “Goldilocks” game again, only she wasn’t there. All that was there was the wall, stove, and blaze in the fireplace, all seen as if in a distorted mirror.
“Mom?” Claire said and walked past me—diamonds draped her snow-white dress—she stopped at the fireplace, gazing at the blaze, which was going nicely, making the air smell faintly of pine smoke. Then I choked as a whiff of burned meat reached me.
Clair screamed, “Mom!” and pointed to the fire.
Wreathed in fire was the image of the woman I loved tied to a stake. The flames licked around her. You could all but her screams. Rebecca. Our Rebecca was there. Ivanhoe’s Rebecca. A witch burning for our sins.
2/4
#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #NMFic #NMV366 #NMSAM #Ivanhoe
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#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: This On is too Hot: Part 1
#Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss633 #MastopromptRebecca closed the cabin door, shutting out the winter wind and snow that blew in. Our breath hung in clouds in the still, cold air of the room. We might be trespassing, but it was better than sitting in our stalled car.
I called out again, “Anyone home? Sorry for intruding, but our car broke down, and it’s freezing.”
Again, there was no response. The owners had probably gone to town to avoid the blizzard that was in the forecast.
We really shouldn’t have been on the road, but Grandma had grown tired of us and had hinted, “Thanksgiving is over. Wouldn’t you prefer sleeping in your own beds?”
My girlfriend moved past me to the fireplace. “I’ll light a fire. Why don’t you see if there’s food? We can leave money on the table when we leave to pay for any inconvenience.”
Clair had already begun exploring and called from the door at the far side of the room. “It’s a bedroom with three beds: one big, one small, and one in between. This one is too…”
“Don’t say it,” Rebecca called to her. I wasn’t sure why the joke bothered her so much, but it did. Rebecca had always been the stricter of the two of us and got peeved if I interfered, so I kept silent.
While the two did their thing, I began looking for food. The can on the table proved to be red bean soup made by a Japanese company. I’d always thought a sweet bean drink was weird, but I guessed it was popular. It was funny finding it here in the middle of the Bitterroot Mountains, and I wondered if the owners were Japanese.
A cupboard next to the stove proved more fruitful. There was some cup ramen, tins of diced tomatoes, a package of sun-dried #prunes, and a couple of kilos of rice.
Part 2 in the next post
#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #NMFic #NMV366 #NMSAM #Ivanhoe
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#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates
#Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt #ScribesAndMakers 11/22“...But I did not shoot the #deputy…” Bob Marley’s wail trailed off as our car stalled.
“I told you to get the car checked,” Rebecca said.
“I did. The mechanic said it was in A1 shape, just some minor gremlins in the electrical system.”
From the back, Claire added, "Or a plot to get two lovely ladies alone on a lonely country road." I could picture her shaking her golden, sausage-curls as she said it, a sly grin on her face.
“Cute,” I replied. I could always count on my daughter to say something clever. But she was right; it was a lonely road. Trees hemmed us in, and large fluffy flakes drifted down between them.
To our left was a yellow steel gate with a “No Trespassing” sign. Beyond, the occasional moon #illuminated a rustic cabin. Weeds poked through the snow casting shadows like claws. The only welcoming thing in the scene was a path where someone had trampled the snow, leading to the building.
“I know it says no trespassing, but I’m going to see if someone is home,” I said, opening the car door.
A blast of arctic air met me, smelling of an upcoming storm. I shivered and pulled my coat tighter.
My girlfriend and her daughter joined me. The younger one explained, “No way we’re letting you leave us. Everyone knows ‘Jack the Gripper’ preys on beauties left alone in stalled cars.”
“It’s ‘Jack the Ripper,’” Rebecca corrected.
“Nya ayh, it’s ‘Jack the Gripper.’ He’s from the game ‘Seven Maidens House.’”
It was too cold for this debate, so I walked over to the gate, which was fortunately unlocked.
The snow on the path crunched underfoot, leaving footprints. The dark, empty windows of the cabin didn’t encourage me. Still, a phone line running to it tempted me onward.
Silence met the door’s rattle when I knocked. I knocked louder, thinking perhaps the owner was asleep. This was also met with silence.
“That's weird,” I heard Rebecca say. “Three mailboxes.”
“This one is too big. And this one is too dented. But this one is just right!”
“Don’t say #cursed things,” Rebecca reprimanded Claire.
“I’m going to see if it’s unlocked,” I called over my shoulder, interrupting their squabbling.
To my surprise, the door opened easily, and flicking a switch produced a warm electric light.The building’s interior was cozy. Three rocking chairs stood in front of a fireplace with wood stacked next to it. A handleless hatchet rested against the pile. To one side, there was a wood stove with more wood. A single frying pan rested on it. In the center of the room was a table with a cheery, red-checkered tablecloth, three place settings, and a mystery soup can. I guessed the door in the back led to a bedroom.
The room's most surprising feature was a ceiling-high bookshelf crammed with leather-bound books. They weren't the collector's type with gold trim and fancy titles, but old volumes weathered by time.
(1/4)
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11/16 #Wss366 #crude #MastoPrompt #hunter #SundayLit Twist
#FanFiction #TheHunger 1983
“I must have died and gone to heaven. I see an angel.”
I looked over, taking in the speaker. Crude like his clothes: expensive, tasteless, like a gold-plated oil donkey gushing crude.
“I thik I’d too many.” I slurred, then looked at him. “Gin fizzy.” (Giggle.) “Lime twist,” and pushed my empty glass across the bar.
“You’ll hav’ta excuse me, powder woom.”
Pushing through the crowd, I stopped in front of the restroom and looked back in time to see him add something to my drink.
“A hunter,” I thought. But I was one too, fingering my razor-sharp ankh medallion.
#NMV366 #NMPrompt #NMSL #Vampire #TheHunger1983
#Drabble #MicroFiction #TootFic #FanFic -
11/16 #Wss366 #crude #MastoPrompt #hunter #SundayLit Twist
#FanFiction #TheHunger 1983
“I must have died and gone to heaven. I see an angel.”
I looked over, taking in the speaker. Crude like his clothes: expensive, tasteless, like a gold-plated oil donkey gushing crude.
“I thik I’d too many.” I slurred, then looked at him. “Gin fizzy.” (Giggle.) “Lime twist,” and pushed my empty glass across the bar.
“You’ll hav’ta excuse me, powder woom.”
Pushing through the crowd, I stopped in front of the restroom and looked back in time to see him add something to my drink.
“A hunter,” I thought. But I was one too, fingering my razor-sharp ankh medallion.
#NMV366 #NMPrompt #NMSL #Vampire #TheHunger1983
#Drabble #MicroFiction #TootFic #FanFic -
11/16 #Wss366 #crude #MastoPrompt #hunter #SundayLit Twist
#FanFiction #TheHunger 1983
“I must have died and gone to heaven. I see an angel.”
I looked over, taking in the speaker. Crude like his clothes: expensive, tasteless, like a gold-plated oil donkey gushing crude.
“I thik I’d too many.” I slurred, then looked at him. “Gin fizzy.” (Giggle.) “Lime twist,” and pushed my empty glass across the bar.
“You’ll hav’ta excuse me, powder woom.”
Pushing through the crowd, I stopped in front of the restroom and looked back in time to see him add something to my drink.
“A hunter,” I thought. But I was one too, fingering my razor-sharp ankh medallion.
#NMV366 #NMPrompt #NMSL #Vampire #TheHunger1983
#Drabble #MicroFiction #TootFic #FanFic -
11/16 #Wss366 #crude #MastoPrompt #hunter #SundayLit Twist
#FanFiction #TheHunger 1983
“I must have died and gone to heaven. I see an angel.”
I looked over, taking in the speaker. Crude like his clothes: expensive, tasteless, like a gold-plated oil donkey gushing crude.
“I thik I’d too many.” I slurred, then looked at him. “Gin fizzy.” (Giggle.) “Lime twist,” and pushed my empty glass across the bar.
“You’ll hav’ta excuse me, powder woom.”
Pushing through the crowd, I stopped in front of the restroom and looked back in time to see him add something to my drink.
“A hunter,” I thought. But I was one too, fingering my razor-sharp ankh medallion.
#NMV366 #NMPrompt #NMSL #Vampire #TheHunger1983
#Drabble #MicroFiction #TootFic #FanFic -
#TimeTravelingGhost Part 48: EP 4: 1937 Amelia Earhart.
#Wss366 #MastoPrompt #TimeTravelAuthors 10/11. Saturday excerpt (optional word: most) #Occultober 10. #Nephelomancy #SundayLit Colour
We approached Amelia and the signal fire. Its #blue flames gave off no heat, chilling us instead.
Stopping a few feet from Ms. Earhart. My prepared speech froze in my throat when she spoke.
“See the clouds?” She asked, staring at the sky that rimmed the ocean. “I’ve always loved flying in their midst and wondered what they said. I imagined them whispering their #most guarded secrets: ‘Life is short; soar.’ If there’s a God, surely he must speak through them.”
She raised a ghostly hand and pointed to the mist moving across the moon. “Tonight, they say, there will be an end.”
Her hand dropped, and she turned toward us. “You came to rescue me?”
“No. Just to visit.” I said. The comment was deliberately cryptic. I wanted to draw her in slowly.
“Then I’ll have to wait for a ship,” she said.
Emily spoke next. “There won’t be a ship. Nobody comes for you.”
“Then they’ve given up? Forgotten?” Amelia’s voice was thin. The last word was edged with despair.
“A hundred years from now, they’ll still be searching. You’ll still be inspiring women to be bold. That’s your legacy,” I said.
“Legacy,” her voice now laced with pride.
“Noonan?” she asked.
“He’s dead, too,” I said.
“So this is the end they foretold.” Her hand swept, taking in the sky. “Not a rescue, but death.”
“It’s time to soar. The clouds want to share their secrets with you.” Unlike her usual pragmatic tone, Emily’s voice held deep compassion. It touched me.
“You no longer need wings.” Emily continued. “Let go of the earth and take flight.”
A smile touched Amelia’s face for the first time. “Thank you. I didn’t realize. But I’ll be back. I want to be the first woman in space.”
With that, she faded. #God rays streamed from the moon, illuminating her. Then they were gone, and with them, Amelia Earhart vanished.
All that remained were the #marble-like embers of her fire. #Moon-bright #pellets that winked at us.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #TimeTravel #NMFic #Spooktober
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Minashi-by-the-Sea
#MicroPrompt #MastoPrompt 8/16
The moon rose above #slumbering Minashi-by-the-Sea. Its #cream walls glowed faintly in the light. Unbidden, the caravan camels stepped faster, setting their harness bells to chime. The drivers laughed at libelous jokes or prayed to their small gods. The moon that had threatened to vanish now waxed strong.
Forgotten was Far Karabash, its walls decaying in the gloom. No caravans, jars of aromatic spices, or bolts of fabulous silks would enter its gates. The crystal fountains of Minashi-by-the-Sea ceased murmuring a dirge for its passing. Instead, the waters celebrated the new dreamer, who built rose-tinted towers and #creamy sand beaches.
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #Drabble #LordDunsany #Pastiche
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Goldenrod and Dandelions
アキノキリンソウとダンディライオン
🐰 #IsTheOrderARabbit 🐰 #FanFiction
Syaro sighed, “A double shift, and on my birthday too. Being poor is hard.”
It would have been a lovely evening with a golden haze on the hills and quaint shops preparing to close if only it weren’t so hot. Instead, the sun beat down on her, more like molten #gold than a gilded evening greeting. Even the cobblestones radiated heat.
It had been a long day. The second-shift girl had gotten sick at the last minute, and customers looking for a shady place to sit and a cooling tea flooded the Fleur de Lapin café. Iced Lapin Glacé was popular, and there had been half a dozen orders for the less popular Concomelon de Lapin. But none of her friends had visited.
She was worn out and depressed. If she were Cocoa or Chino, everyone would have dropped by without fail. Not even her best friend Chiya had come by.
She was rounding the last corner home when she glimpsed Rize darting from behind a hedge. “Oh, it’s a surprise party,” she thought, cheering up. She wouldn’t let Rize know she’d spotted him. Letting them think they’d surprised her was more important. Why had she doubted them?
A smile touched her lips, a genuine one, not her usual customer-service smile.
She paused at the threshold, breath held. She’d expected a surprise, but not like this. Golden blooms lay gathered at her feet: goldenrod, goldsturm, hawkweed, and dandelions, bright as summer laughter.
“How wonderful!” She began gathering an armful of blooms to put in a vase when her smile froze. Wild Geese, her self-invited bunny housemate, had come around the corner, a #plant in its mouth and a mischievous twinkle in its eye. Syaro’s eyes fastened on the golden yellow blossom of the tansy.
“At least Wild Geese remembered,” she said. Bitter and unhappy, she took her wildflower bouquet into the house.
Sunflowers
Glorious SunflowersAlong the wall, hanging from the ceiling, in bunches or singly, the room smiled at her.
On the table stood a yellow cake, its thick whipped frosting as soft and light as a pale yellow peony, with the words “Happy Birthday!!!” in marigold letters.
All her friends began singing to the blushing Syaro.
Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday to you.Then, Syaro nearly fainted as Rize presented her with a bunch of yellow roses. “Rize...” she thought, “roses.” Her mind drifted like buttercups on a stream. All she could do was mutter, “Senpai.”
Happy birthday, dear Syaro.
Happy birthday to you.🐇 #GochiUsa 🐇 #ごちうさ 🐇
☕️ #ご注文はうさぎですか ☕
🔫 #RizeTedeza #天々座理世
💛 #SyaroKirima #桐間紗路
🐰 #WildGeese #ワイルドギース
#NMPP #NMPrompts #NMMP #NMv366 #TootFic
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**#MastoPrompt 07/2** #Effuent
**#Katauta:**•─────⋅☾#片歌☽⋅─────•
One percent
On a golden throne
Effluent wealthy#NMMP #NMPrompts
#senryu #PoetryOnTheFly #poetry #poetrycommunity
#Political
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#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 -
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
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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
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"Scientists discovered a new colour! They're calling it #olo." My excitement was obvious.
"Something wrong with the old colours?" Asked the elder.
"It's a very saturated blue green. It'll make other colours seem #dim. Here, you can see it with these special glasses. They might tingle your eyes."
I put the glasses on him. "See, there's a sort of bright teal..."
"Ah, yes. Olo, you say?" He asked, taking off the glasses. "We call it luzan."
"You what?!" My jaw dropped as he handed me the glasses.
"It's a good start," he patted me on the back, as if I were a child with macaroni art. "Now, when you learn to see such colours without glasses, you'll be ready."
"Ready for what?!"
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The Man With No #Remorse
Behind the desk, spurious
Trophies of forgotten things,
Meant to remind the viewers
Of some glory that never existed.The fists on the table, the sounds
Of the demagogue on wood from
Forests he never owned that he
Razes with fire from foreign weapons.The eyes fixed at something past
Our shoulders, the attempted
Intimidation of peacekeepers. He’s
Dead inside with his political rage,The man with no remorse.
#MastoPrompt #Poetry #Writing #Politics -
A #shudder goes through me, sensing something not yet defined.
The cat feels it too, jumping up on my lap to glue himself to me.
While I sit, slowly scratching the cat behind the ears, we both wait, senses on alert. What are we picking up on?
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scintillating sea
treasures washed up in the sand
crabs dance in the surf!#575Prompt - sand
#MastoPrompt - scintillatingART
https://fineartamerica.com/featured/blue-and-white-crab-art-sharon-cummings.html#art #artwork #artist #mastoart #fediart #mastodonart #poetry #poet #poem #haiku #smallpoems #writing #writingcommunity #sea #sealife #ocean #oceans #oceanography #oceanlife #beach #beachlife #beaches #coastal #crab #crabs #crabby #blue #modernart #water #animals #nature