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  1. stock futures —
    a steep incline
    in treasury yields

    #MastoPrompt

  2. stock futures —
    a steep incline
    in treasury yields

    #MastoPrompt

  3. stock futures —
    a steep incline
    in treasury yields

    #MastoPrompt

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

    #MastoPrompt

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

    #MastoPrompt

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

    #MastoPrompt

  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. 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

  10. 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

  11. 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

  12. ••⋅☾ #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

  13. ••⋅☾ #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

  14. ••⋅☾ #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

  15. 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

  16. #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

  17. #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

  18. #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

  19. "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

  20. @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

  21. = 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

  22. 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

  23. 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

  24. 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

  25. 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

  26. 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

  27. 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

  28. #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

  29. 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

  30. 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

  31. 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