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Ticket
In the head of the Golem, he placed the only thing he had to looked like parchment: an old subway ticket, maybe the last ever.
The Golem worked perfectly.
The, after one day, it stopped.
The fare had expired.
#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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Ticket
In the head of the Golem, he placed the only thing he had to looked like parchment: an old subway ticket, maybe the last ever.
The Golem worked perfectly.
The, after one day, it stopped.
The fare had expired.
#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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Ticket
In the head of the Golem, he placed the only thing he had to looked like parchment: an old subway ticket, maybe the last ever.
The Golem worked perfectly.
The, after one day, it stopped.
The fare had expired.
#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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Ticket
In the head of the Golem, he placed the only thing he had to looked like parchment: an old subway ticket, maybe the last ever.
The Golem worked perfectly.
The, after one day, it stopped.
The fare had expired.
#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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Tails of Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust - Catgirl Crossover
Ami and Bethesda were in Florida. Beth the hacker rarely left the Mansion, but the lure of seeing the launch of the first manned mission around the moon in fifty years was too much of a temptation.
Besides, this was a simple observe and report, right? And anyway, she had Ami to protect her.
For several years the Trust had been getting hints of a catgirl in the USA, and that she appeared to be associated with other animal transformations. Nothing definitive, but enough hints.
As it was, Ami and Beth were sitting on the embankment, watching the pillar of smoke rise into the air. Then the roar of the rocket engines rolled over them.
Beth grinned. She looked around and nudged Ami. Just over there were their targets. Two perfectly normal looking women. One tall and lithe, the other shorter and generously curved. The tall one had short blonde hair with dark spots.
Suddenly the short one, who had been resting her head on the other's legs leapt to her feet, startling the other to copy her. The tall one scanned the area with a hunter's eyes. Her companion said something, and they walked off, the shorter leading.
They stopped in front of another tall woman and bowed.
That was when things got a bit strange. Ami and Beth watched as the second tall woman stroked the faces of the two women they had been watching. First the tall, then the short. She laughed as the taller stepped forward to defend the shorter. And then she vanished.
Beth and Ami looked at each other.
"And what should I do about the two of you?" came a voice from behind them.
They both spun around, and Ami started to move towards the tall woman they had been watching.
And she suddenly could not move.
The mysterious woman walked around them, and then sighed. Looking at Beth "You did this to yourself, although you do not remember it," then she turned her attention to Ami, "And you had this done to you. You were both watching two who I claim as subjects. But I do not sense that you mean them harm. Explain."
Beth suddenly found she could talk "I, I mean we, we are from the Trust. We were checking to see if someone was in need of rescue."
"And are they?"
"I don't think so. Those two act more like lovers than anything."
"And what is this 'Trust'?"
"Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust. We save our sisters in danger."Both catgirls suddenly found they could move. Ami stumbled as a lack of momentum sent her off-balance.
"Those two, well, the young one is one of your charges, but the witch poses no threat to her."
"But who are you?" Beth asked.
"Look up if you want to know my name. I will watch you and your sisters. Unless someone else manifests." And then she vanished."Beth? Who was that? What was that?"
Beth looked up. The only thing visible was the trail of the rocket. Carrying the Artemis mission. "I think that was a goddess, Ami. I think it was a goddess."#Catgirls #SF #SFF #Fantasy #microfic #Microfiction #tootfic #Circe #IAmWriting #Artemis
For @leece and @ami_angelwings -
Tails of Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust - Catgirl Crossover
Ami and Bethesda were in Florida. Beth the hacker rarely left the Mansion, but the lure of seeing the launch of the first manned mission around the moon in fifty years was too much of a temptation.
Besides, this was a simple observe and report, right? And anyway, she had Ami to protect her.
For several years the Trust had been getting hints of a catgirl in the USA, and that she appeared to be associated with other animal transformations. Nothing definitive, but enough hints.
As it was, Ami and Beth were sitting on the embankment, watching the pillar of smoke rise into the air. Then the roar of the rocket engines rolled over them.
Beth grinned. She looked around and nudged Ami. Just over there were their targets. Two perfectly normal looking women. One tall and lithe, the other shorter and generously curved. The tall one had short blonde hair with dark spots.
Suddenly the short one, who had been resting her head on the other's legs leapt to her feet, startling the other to copy her. The tall one scanned the area with a hunter's eyes. Her companion said something, and they walked off, the shorter leading.
They stopped in front of another tall woman and bowed.
That was when things got a bit strange. Ami and Beth watched as the second tall woman stroked the faces of the two women they had been watching. First the tall, then the short. She laughed as the taller stepped forward to defend the shorter. And then she vanished.
Beth and Ami looked at each other.
"And what should I do about the two of you?" came a voice from behind them.
They both spun around, and Ami started to move towards the tall woman they had been watching.
And she suddenly could not move.
The mysterious woman walked around them, and then sighed. Looking at Beth "You did this to yourself, although you do not remember it," then she turned her attention to Ami, "And you had this done to you. You were both watching two who I claim as subjects. But I do not sense that you mean them harm. Explain."
Beth suddenly found she could talk "I, I mean we, we are from the Trust. We were checking to see if someone was in need of rescue."
"And are they?"
"I don't think so. Those two act more like lovers than anything."
"And what is this 'Trust'?"
"Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust. We save our sisters in danger."Both catgirls suddenly found they could move. Ami stumbled as a lack of momentum sent her off-balance.
"Those two, well, the young one is one of your charges, but the witch poses no threat to her."
"But who are you?" Beth asked.
"Look up if you want to know my name. I will watch you and your sisters. Unless someone else manifests." And then she vanished."Beth? Who was that? What was that?"
Beth looked up. The only thing visible was the trail of the rocket. Carrying the Artemis mission. "I think that was a goddess, Ami. I think it was a goddess."#Catgirls #SF #SFF #Fantasy #microfic #Microfiction #tootfic #Circe #IAmWriting #Artemis
For @leece and @ami_angelwings -
Tails of Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust - Catgirl Crossover
Ami and Bethesda were in Florida. Beth the hacker rarely left the Mansion, but the lure of seeing the launch of the first manned mission around the moon in fifty years was too much of a temptation.
Besides, this was a simple observe and report, right? And anyway, she had Ami to protect her.
For several years the Trust had been getting hints of a catgirl in the USA, and that she appeared to be associated with other animal transformations. Nothing definitive, but enough hints.
As it was, Ami and Beth were sitting on the embankment, watching the pillar of smoke rise into the air. Then the roar of the rocket engines rolled over them.
Beth grinned. She looked around and nudged Ami. Just over there were their targets. Two perfectly normal looking women. One tall and lithe, the other shorter and generously curved. The tall one had short blonde hair with dark spots.
Suddenly the short one, who had been resting her head on the other's legs leapt to her feet, startling the other to copy her. The tall one scanned the area with a hunter's eyes. Her companion said something, and they walked off, the shorter leading.
They stopped in front of another tall woman and bowed.
That was when things got a bit strange. Ami and Beth watched as the second tall woman stroked the faces of the two women they had been watching. First the tall, then the short. She laughed as the taller stepped forward to defend the shorter. And then she vanished.
Beth and Ami looked at each other.
"And what should I do about the two of you?" came a voice from behind them.
They both spun around, and Ami started to move towards the tall woman they had been watching.
And she suddenly could not move.
The mysterious woman walked around them, and then sighed. Looking at Beth "You did this to yourself, although you do not remember it," then she turned her attention to Ami, "And you had this done to you. You were both watching two who I claim as subjects. But I do not sense that you mean them harm. Explain."
Beth suddenly found she could talk "I, I mean we, we are from the Trust. We were checking to see if someone was in need of rescue."
"And are they?"
"I don't think so. Those two act more like lovers than anything."
"And what is this 'Trust'?"
"Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust. We save our sisters in danger."Both catgirls suddenly found they could move. Ami stumbled as a lack of momentum sent her off-balance.
"Those two, well, the young one is one of your charges, but the witch poses no threat to her."
"But who are you?" Beth asked.
"Look up if you want to know my name. I will watch you and your sisters. Unless someone else manifests." And then she vanished."Beth? Who was that? What was that?"
Beth looked up. The only thing visible was the trail of the rocket. Carrying the Artemis mission. "I think that was a goddess, Ami. I think it was a goddess."#Catgirls #SF #SFF #Fantasy #microfic #Microfiction #tootfic #Circe #IAmWriting #Artemis
For @leece and @ami_angelwings -
Tails of Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust - Catgirl Crossover
Ami and Bethesda were in Florida. Beth the hacker rarely left the Mansion, but the lure of seeing the launch of the first manned mission around the moon in fifty years was too much of a temptation.
Besides, this was a simple observe and report, right? And anyway, she had Ami to protect her.
For several years the Trust had been getting hints of a catgirl in the USA, and that she appeared to be associated with other animal transformations. Nothing definitive, but enough hints.
As it was, Ami and Beth were sitting on the embankment, watching the pillar of smoke rise into the air. Then the roar of the rocket engines rolled over them.
Beth grinned. She looked around and nudged Ami. Just over there were their targets. Two perfectly normal looking women. One tall and lithe, the other shorter and generously curved. The tall one had short blonde hair with dark spots.
Suddenly the short one, who had been resting her head on the other's legs leapt to her feet, startling the other to copy her. The tall one scanned the area with a hunter's eyes. Her companion said something, and they walked off, the shorter leading.
They stopped in front of another tall woman and bowed.
That was when things got a bit strange. Ami and Beth watched as the second tall woman stroked the faces of the two women they had been watching. First the tall, then the short. She laughed as the taller stepped forward to defend the shorter. And then she vanished.
Beth and Ami looked at each other.
"And what should I do about the two of you?" came a voice from behind them.
They both spun around, and Ami started to move towards the tall woman they had been watching.
And she suddenly could not move.
The mysterious woman walked around them, and then sighed. Looking at Beth "You did this to yourself, although you do not remember it," then she turned her attention to Ami, "And you had this done to you. You were both watching two who I claim as subjects. But I do not sense that you mean them harm. Explain."
Beth suddenly found she could talk "I, I mean we, we are from the Trust. We were checking to see if someone was in need of rescue."
"And are they?"
"I don't think so. Those two act more like lovers than anything."
"And what is this 'Trust'?"
"Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust. We save our sisters in danger."Both catgirls suddenly found they could move. Ami stumbled as a lack of momentum sent her off-balance.
"Those two, well, the young one is one of your charges, but the witch poses no threat to her."
"But who are you?" Beth asked.
"Look up if you want to know my name. I will watch you and your sisters. Unless someone else manifests." And then she vanished."Beth? Who was that? What was that?"
Beth looked up. The only thing visible was the trail of the rocket. Carrying the Artemis mission. "I think that was a goddess, Ami. I think it was a goddess."#Catgirls #SF #SFF #Fantasy #microfic #Microfiction #tootfic #Circe #IAmWriting #Artemis
For @leece and @ami_angelwings -
Tails of Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust - Catgirl Crossover
Ami and Bethesda were in Florida. Beth the hacker rarely left the Mansion, but the lure of seeing the launch of the first manned mission around the moon in fifty years was too much of a temptation.
Besides, this was a simple observe and report, right? And anyway, she had Ami to protect her.
For several years the Trust had been getting hints of a catgirl in the USA, and that she appeared to be associated with other animal transformations. Nothing definitive, but enough hints.
As it was, Ami and Beth were sitting on the embankment, watching the pillar of smoke rise into the air. Then the roar of the rocket engines rolled over them.
Beth grinned. She looked around and nudged Ami. Just over there were their targets. Two perfectly normal looking women. One tall and lithe, the other shorter and generously curved. The tall one had short blonde hair with dark spots.
Suddenly the short one, who had been resting her head on the other's legs leapt to her feet, startling the other to copy her. The tall one scanned the area with a hunter's eyes. Her companion said something, and they walked off, the shorter leading.
They stopped in front of another tall woman and bowed.
That was when things got a bit strange. Ami and Beth watched as the second tall woman stroked the faces of the two women they had been watching. First the tall, then the short. She laughed as the taller stepped forward to defend the shorter. And then she vanished.
Beth and Ami looked at each other.
"And what should I do about the two of you?" came a voice from behind them.
They both spun around, and Ami started to move towards the tall woman they had been watching.
And she suddenly could not move.
The mysterious woman walked around them, and then sighed. Looking at Beth "You did this to yourself, although you do not remember it," then she turned her attention to Ami, "And you had this done to you. You were both watching two who I claim as subjects. But I do not sense that you mean them harm. Explain."
Beth suddenly found she could talk "I, I mean we, we are from the Trust. We were checking to see if someone was in need of rescue."
"And are they?"
"I don't think so. Those two act more like lovers than anything."
"And what is this 'Trust'?"
"Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust. We save our sisters in danger."Both catgirls suddenly found they could move. Ami stumbled as a lack of momentum sent her off-balance.
"Those two, well, the young one is one of your charges, but the witch poses no threat to her."
"But who are you?" Beth asked.
"Look up if you want to know my name. I will watch you and your sisters. Unless someone else manifests." And then she vanished."Beth? Who was that? What was that?"
Beth looked up. The only thing visible was the trail of the rocket. Carrying the Artemis mission. "I think that was a goddess, Ami. I think it was a goddess."#Catgirls #SF #SFF #Fantasy #microfic #Microfiction #tootfic #Circe #IAmWriting #Artemis
For @leece and @ami_angelwings -
Imaginary hyperspace interchange with interplanetary ships peeling off for a quick tea ‘n bun.
#scifi #sci-fi #exoplanet #MicroFiction #bloomscrolling #nature #photography
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Imaginary hyperspace interchange with interplanetary ships peeling off for a quick tea ‘n bun.
#scifi #sci-fi #exoplanet #MicroFiction #bloomscrolling #nature #photography
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Imaginary hyperspace interchange with interplanetary ships peeling off for a quick tea ‘n bun.
#scifi #sci-fi #exoplanet #MicroFiction #bloomscrolling #nature #photography
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Imaginary hyperspace interchange with interplanetary ships peeling off for a quick tea ‘n bun.
#scifi #sci-fi #exoplanet #MicroFiction #bloomscrolling #nature #photography
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Imaginary hyperspace interchange with interplanetary ships peeling off for a quick tea ‘n bun.
#scifi #sci-fi #exoplanet #MicroFiction #bloomscrolling #nature #photography
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Typed
'Of course!' said the Devil. 'As soon as typewriters were invented, the mortal's name could be typed on a pact rather than written. But you had to soak a clean typewriter ribbon in your blood. Took rather more than a prick on the finger.'
#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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Typed
'Of course!' said the Devil. 'As soon as typewriters were invented, the mortal's name could be typed on a pact rather than written. But you had to soak a clean typewriter ribbon in your blood. Took rather more than a prick on the finger.'
#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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Typed
'Of course!' said the Devil. 'As soon as typewriters were invented, the mortal's name could be typed on a pact rather than written. But you had to soak a clean typewriter ribbon in your blood. Took rather more than a prick on the finger.'
#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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Typed
'Of course!' said the Devil. 'As soon as typewriters were invented, the mortal's name could be typed on a pact rather than written. But you had to soak a clean typewriter ribbon in your blood. Took rather more than a prick on the finger.'
#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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CW: EroticMusings 2026.09.13 — Week 68 (September 13-19) Characters: PoV (any character) What's your biggest romantic turn-on? What's your biggest sexual turn-off? CW: Frank discussion. Read the prompt.
#EroticMusings 2026.09.13
[Bolt, day angel woman, MC:] Romance is a strange word the way you're using it. You really asking that a man would work to interest me passionately? Romancing him is my prerogative. I'm a woman. A man "romancing" me? That's aggro. Even in these progressive times, that's a bad tactic. Makes me less likely to ride him, 'less he's a good friend and I've been hinting. Kinda shows he didn't pay attention in Men's Studies where guys learn how women work, or… I don't know… he's stupid? I'll admit I'm a bit conservative, not having grown up in the big city. The woman asks, end of question. Him asking out of turn, that's a big turn-off. I don't care if the laws are on a woman's side; men are almost always bigger than me, most always stronger, and it shows a lack of good sense to be pushy. Feels like forcing. Scary. I'll admit I accept hints, but if a man gets uppity, that's a turn-off. I'll be sure he gets a bad reputation for trying that!
As for me doing the romancing? I admire the male body. Regardless of muscles or soft curves, if he looks like he would be fun and I'm feeling it, I'll hunt him. Biggest turn off? Might be crass, but a guy's… well. How can I put this delicately? I dislike the sense of giving birth backwards. That's an instant no. Average is fine.
[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]
#EroticMusings 2026.09.13
#gender #fiction #writer #author
#cozy #mystery #sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory -
CW: EroticMusings 2026.09.13 — Week 68 (September 13-19) Characters: PoV (any character) What's your biggest romantic turn-on? What's your biggest sexual turn-off? CW: Frank discussion. Read the prompt.
#EroticMusings 2026.09.13
[Bolt, day angel woman, MC:] Romance is a strange word the way you're using it. You really asking that a man would work to interest me passionately? Romancing him is my prerogative. I'm a woman. A man "romancing" me? That's aggro. Even in these progressive times, that's a bad tactic. Makes me less likely to ride him, 'less he's a good friend and I've been hinting. Kinda shows he didn't pay attention in Men's Studies where guys learn how women work, or… I don't know… he's stupid? I'll admit I'm a bit conservative, not having grown up in the big city. The woman asks, end of question. Him asking out of turn, that's a big turn-off. I don't care if the laws are on a woman's side; men are almost always bigger than me, most always stronger, and it shows a lack of good sense to be pushy. Feels like forcing. Scary. I'll admit I accept hints, but if a man gets uppity, that's a turn-off. I'll be sure he gets a bad reputation for trying that!
As for me doing the romancing? I admire the male body. Regardless of muscles or soft curves, if he looks like he would be fun and I'm feeling it, I'll hunt him. Biggest turn off? Might be crass, but a guy's… well. How can I put this delicately? I dislike the sense of giving birth backwards. That's an instant no. Average is fine.
[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]
#EroticMusings 2026.09.13
#gender #fiction #writer #author
#cozy #mystery #sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory -
CW: EroticMusings 2026.09.13 — Week 68 (September 13-19) Characters: PoV (any character) What's your biggest romantic turn-on? What's your biggest sexual turn-off? CW: Frank discussion. Read the prompt.
#EroticMusings 2026.09.13
[Bolt, day angel woman, MC:] Romance is a strange word the way you're using it. You really asking that a man would work to interest me passionately? Romancing him is my prerogative. I'm a woman. A man "romancing" me? That's aggro. Even in these progressive times, that's a bad tactic. Makes me less likely to ride him, 'less he's a good friend and I've been hinting. Kinda shows he didn't pay attention in Men's Studies where guys learn how women work, or… I don't know… he's stupid? I'll admit I'm a bit conservative, not having grown up in the big city. The woman asks, end of question. Him asking out of turn, that's a big turn-off. I don't care if the laws are on a woman's side; men are almost always bigger than me, most always stronger, and it shows a lack of good sense to be pushy. Feels like forcing. Scary. I'll admit I accept hints, but if a man gets uppity, that's a turn-off. I'll be sure he gets a bad reputation for trying that!
As for me doing the romancing? I admire the male body. Regardless of muscles or soft curves, if he looks like he would be fun and I'm feeling it, I'll hunt him. Biggest turn off? Might be crass, but a guy's… well. How can I put this delicately? I dislike the sense of giving birth backwards. That's an instant no. Average is fine.
[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]
#EroticMusings 2026.09.13
#gender #fiction #writer #author
#cozy #mystery #sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory -
CW: EroticMusings 2026.09.13 — Week 68 (September 13-19) Characters: PoV (any character) What's your biggest romantic turn-on? What's your biggest sexual turn-off? CW: Frank discussion. Read the prompt.
#EroticMusings 2026.09.13
[Bolt, day angel woman, MC:] Romance is a strange word the way you're using it. You really asking that a man would work to interest me passionately? Romancing him is my prerogative. I'm a woman. A man "romancing" me? That's aggro. Even in these progressive times, that's a bad tactic. Makes me less likely to ride him, 'less he's a good friend and I've been hinting. Kinda shows he didn't pay attention in Men's Studies where guys learn how women work, or… I don't know… he's stupid? I'll admit I'm a bit conservative, not having grown up in the big city. The woman asks, end of question. Him asking out of turn, that's a big turn-off. I don't care if the laws are on a woman's side; men are almost always bigger than me, most always stronger, and it shows a lack of good sense to be pushy. Feels like forcing. Scary. I'll admit I accept hints, but if a man gets uppity, that's a turn-off. I'll be sure he gets a bad reputation for trying that!
As for me doing the romancing? I admire the male body. Regardless of muscles or soft curves, if he looks like he would be fun and I'm feeling it, I'll hunt him. Biggest turn off? Might be crass, but a guy's… well. How can I put this delicately? I dislike the sense of giving birth backwards. That's an instant no. Average is fine.
[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]
#EroticMusings 2026.09.13
#gender #fiction #writer #author
#cozy #mystery #sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory -
CW: EroticMusings 2026.09.13 — Week 68 (September 13-19) Characters: PoV (any character) What's your biggest romantic turn-on? What's your biggest sexual turn-off? CW: Frank discussion. Read the prompt.
#EroticMusings 2026.09.13
[Bolt, day angel woman, MC:] Romance is a strange word the way you're using it. You really asking that a man would work to interest me passionately? Romancing him is my prerogative. I'm a woman. A man "romancing" me? That's aggro. Even in these progressive times, that's a bad tactic. Makes me less likely to ride him, 'less he's a good friend and I've been hinting. Kinda shows he didn't pay attention in Men's Studies where guys learn how women work, or… I don't know… he's stupid? I'll admit I'm a bit conservative, not having grown up in the big city. The woman asks, end of question. Him asking out of turn, that's a big turn-off. I don't care if the laws are on a woman's side; men are almost always bigger than me, most always stronger, and it shows a lack of good sense to be pushy. Feels like forcing. Scary. I'll admit I accept hints, but if a man gets uppity, that's a turn-off. I'll be sure he gets a bad reputation for trying that!
As for me doing the romancing? I admire the male body. Regardless of muscles or soft curves, if he looks like he would be fun and I'm feeling it, I'll hunt him. Biggest turn off? Might be crass, but a guy's… well. How can I put this delicately? I dislike the sense of giving birth backwards. That's an instant no. Average is fine.
[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]
#EroticMusings 2026.09.13
#gender #fiction #writer #author
#cozy #mystery #sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory -
ICYMI
Name your own price and meet a cast of characters that will both shock and delight you, from violent children to ambitious career builders, police officers to freaks. But be warned, no one is safe from the dangers and absurdities of this world.
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ICYMI
Name your own price and meet a cast of characters that will both shock and delight you, from violent children to ambitious career builders, police officers to freaks. But be warned, no one is safe from the dangers and absurdities of this world.
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ICYMI
Name your own price and meet a cast of characters that will both shock and delight you, from violent children to ambitious career builders, police officers to freaks. But be warned, no one is safe from the dangers and absurdities of this world.
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ICYMI
Name your own price and meet a cast of characters that will both shock and delight you, from violent children to ambitious career builders, police officers to freaks. But be warned, no one is safe from the dangers and absurdities of this world.
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ICYMI
Name your own price and meet a cast of characters that will both shock and delight you, from violent children to ambitious career builders, police officers to freaks. But be warned, no one is safe from the dangers and absurdities of this world.
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CW: Catgirls in real-world conflict.
Tails of Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust - Catgirl Assault
Ai was crawling through a trench when she heard the whine of a drone. She rolled onto her back, her eyes scanning the dark for the telltale warmth of the electric motors.
There - coming up the line of the trench, it had clearly spotted her. She raised her left arm, and a burst of laser light cut the device in half. The explosive charge started burning, but did not detonate.
She resumed her crawl.
Just ahead she could sense multiple bodies in a covered dugout. Then her enhanced ears heard the soft 'meow'. She sprung into action, bursting into the makeshift shelter.
Five figures in fatigues looked up as she burst in, one started to raise a carbine - and then stopped, staring. Another paused in opening a small tin of fish, the kitten in his arms looked at her and hissed.
One paused in bandaging the arm of his companion, who looked up at her and grabbed for a gun that was out of reach.
The fifth ... she growled, the teardrop markings on her face pulling together.
Ai took all of this in in a fraction of a second. The computer side of her mind processed the imagery, and sent her brain a warning to stop.
She froze.
"I am not Russian. I am British" she said in Ukrainian.
The kitten paused in its hiss. The cheetah girl glanced at it, and then looked back at Ai "Who are you? Which unit?"
Ai, slowly reached up and removed her helmet "I am Ai, from the Catgirl Trust."
The man being bandaged grunted, "I've heard of them. They save catgirls in danger."
"Why are you here then?" the cheetah girl had not relaxed.
"We came to see if you needed rescuing."
"I don't" was the terse reply. Her badge said "Mouser".Looking around, Ai saw the helmets with cat ears - all except one, which had little slots cut in it. She muttered something under her breath.
"What was that?" demanded the cheetah.
Ai shook her head "I said I should have listened to Mittens."
"And what did this 'Mittens' say?"
"She told me this mission wouldn't succeed. That I would bring no-one home."
"Yes, you should have listened. Now go, I shall guard my brothers and my home."Ai left, sprinting away from the front, no longer attempting to be stealthy. Once she was a good distance from the dugout, she transmitted "Catgirl present, no danger, consenting." Then she reached over her shoulder in mid-run, and cut another drone in half. She really wanted to get back to Ruth.
In the dugout, Elena, or Mouser in the field, looked at her brothers in arms "We are to take the next trench in the morning. I will cover."
"I will take point" said the one bandaging.There was a meow. Elena looked at the kitten, and made a small noise. It meowed louder. She shrugged.
"No, you will take second. Little Mouser willl take point. Follow his path."
The soldier nodded. If the cats agreed, he was not going to argue.
#SF #SFF #SciFi #Catgirls #Microfic #Tootfic #Microfiction #IAmWriting
As usual, for @ami_angelwings -
CW: Catgirls in real-world conflict.
Tails of Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust - Catgirl Assault
Ai was crawling through a trench when she heard the whine of a drone. She rolled onto her back, her eyes scanning the dark for the telltale warmth of the electric motors.
There - coming up the line of the trench, it had clearly spotted her. She raised her left arm, and a burst of laser light cut the device in half. The explosive charge started burning, but did not detonate.
She resumed her crawl.
Just ahead she could sense multiple bodies in a covered dugout. Then her enhanced ears heard the soft 'meow'. She sprung into action, bursting into the makeshift shelter.
Five figures in fatigues looked up as she burst in, one started to raise a carbine - and then stopped, staring. Another paused in opening a small tin of fish, the kitten in his arms looked at her and hissed.
One paused in bandaging the arm of his companion, who looked up at her and grabbed for a gun that was out of reach.
The fifth ... she growled, the teardrop markings on her face pulling together.
Ai took all of this in in a fraction of a second. The computer side of her mind processed the imagery, and sent her brain a warning to stop.
She froze.
"I am not Russian. I am British" she said in Ukrainian.
The kitten paused in its hiss. The cheetah girl glanced at it, and then looked back at Ai "Who are you? Which unit?"
Ai, slowly reached up and removed her helmet "I am Ai, from the Catgirl Trust."
The man being bandaged grunted, "I've heard of them. They save catgirls in danger."
"Why are you here then?" the cheetah girl had not relaxed.
"We came to see if you needed rescuing."
"I don't" was the terse reply. Her badge said "Mouser".Looking around, Ai saw the helmets with cat ears - all except one, which had little slots cut in it. She muttered something under her breath.
"What was that?" demanded the cheetah.
Ai shook her head "I said I should have listened to Mittens."
"And what did this 'Mittens' say?"
"She told me this mission wouldn't succeed. That I would bring no-one home."
"Yes, you should have listened. Now go, I shall guard my brothers and my home."Ai left, sprinting away from the front, no longer attempting to be stealthy. Once she was a good distance from the dugout, she transmitted "Catgirl present, no danger, consenting." Then she reached over her shoulder in mid-run, and cut another drone in half. She really wanted to get back to Ruth.
In the dugout, Elena, or Mouser in the field, looked at her brothers in arms "We are to take the next trench in the morning. I will cover."
"I will take point" said the one bandaging.There was a meow. Elena looked at the kitten, and made a small noise. It meowed louder. She shrugged.
"No, you will take second. Little Mouser willl take point. Follow his path."
The soldier nodded. If the cats agreed, he was not going to argue.
#SF #SFF #SciFi #Catgirls #Microfic #Tootfic #Microfiction #IAmWriting
As usual, for @ami_angelwings -
CW: Catgirls in real-world conflict.
Tails of Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust - Catgirl Assault
Ai was crawling through a trench when she heard the whine of a drone. She rolled onto her back, her eyes scanning the dark for the telltale warmth of the electric motors.
There - coming up the line of the trench, it had clearly spotted her. She raised her left arm, and a burst of laser light cut the device in half. The explosive charge started burning, but did not detonate.
She resumed her crawl.
Just ahead she could sense multiple bodies in a covered dugout. Then her enhanced ears heard the soft 'meow'. She sprung into action, bursting into the makeshift shelter.
Five figures in fatigues looked up as she burst in, one started to raise a carbine - and then stopped, staring. Another paused in opening a small tin of fish, the kitten in his arms looked at her and hissed.
One paused in bandaging the arm of his companion, who looked up at her and grabbed for a gun that was out of reach.
The fifth ... she growled, the teardrop markings on her face pulling together.
Ai took all of this in in a fraction of a second. The computer side of her mind processed the imagery, and sent her brain a warning to stop.
She froze.
"I am not Russian. I am British" she said in Ukrainian.
The kitten paused in its hiss. The cheetah girl glanced at it, and then looked back at Ai "Who are you? Which unit?"
Ai, slowly reached up and removed her helmet "I am Ai, from the Catgirl Trust."
The man being bandaged grunted, "I've heard of them. They save catgirls in danger."
"Why are you here then?" the cheetah girl had not relaxed.
"We came to see if you needed rescuing."
"I don't" was the terse reply. Her badge said "Mouser".Looking around, Ai saw the helmets with cat ears - all except one, which had little slots cut in it. She muttered something under her breath.
"What was that?" demanded the cheetah.
Ai shook her head "I said I should have listened to Mittens."
"And what did this 'Mittens' say?"
"She told me this mission wouldn't succeed. That I would bring no-one home."
"Yes, you should have listened. Now go, I shall guard my brothers and my home."Ai left, sprinting away from the front, no longer attempting to be stealthy. Once she was a good distance from the dugout, she transmitted "Catgirl present, no danger, consenting." Then she reached over her shoulder in mid-run, and cut another drone in half. She really wanted to get back to Ruth.
In the dugout, Elena, or Mouser in the field, looked at her brothers in arms "We are to take the next trench in the morning. I will cover."
"I will take point" said the one bandaging.There was a meow. Elena looked at the kitten, and made a small noise. It meowed louder. She shrugged.
"No, you will take second. Little Mouser willl take point. Follow his path."
The soldier nodded. If the cats agreed, he was not going to argue.
#SF #SFF #SciFi #Catgirls #Microfic #Tootfic #Microfiction #IAmWriting
As usual, for @ami_angelwings -
CW: Catgirls in real-world conflict.
Tails of Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust - Catgirl Assault
Ai was crawling through a trench when she heard the whine of a drone. She rolled onto her back, her eyes scanning the dark for the telltale warmth of the electric motors.
There - coming up the line of the trench, it had clearly spotted her. She raised her left arm, and a burst of laser light cut the device in half. The explosive charge started burning, but did not detonate.
She resumed her crawl.
Just ahead she could sense multiple bodies in a covered dugout. Then her enhanced ears heard the soft 'meow'. She sprung into action, bursting into the makeshift shelter.
Five figures in fatigues looked up as she burst in, one started to raise a carbine - and then stopped, staring. Another paused in opening a small tin of fish, the kitten in his arms looked at her and hissed.
One paused in bandaging the arm of his companion, who looked up at her and grabbed for a gun that was out of reach.
The fifth ... she growled, the teardrop markings on her face pulling together.
Ai took all of this in in a fraction of a second. The computer side of her mind processed the imagery, and sent her brain a warning to stop.
She froze.
"I am not Russian. I am British" she said in Ukrainian.
The kitten paused in its hiss. The cheetah girl glanced at it, and then looked back at Ai "Who are you? Which unit?"
Ai, slowly reached up and removed her helmet "I am Ai, from the Catgirl Trust."
The man being bandaged grunted, "I've heard of them. They save catgirls in danger."
"Why are you here then?" the cheetah girl had not relaxed.
"We came to see if you needed rescuing."
"I don't" was the terse reply. Her badge said "Mouser".Looking around, Ai saw the helmets with cat ears - all except one, which had little slots cut in it. She muttered something under her breath.
"What was that?" demanded the cheetah.
Ai shook her head "I said I should have listened to Mittens."
"And what did this 'Mittens' say?"
"She told me this mission wouldn't succeed. That I would bring no-one home."
"Yes, you should have listened. Now go, I shall guard my brothers and my home."Ai left, sprinting away from the front, no longer attempting to be stealthy. Once she was a good distance from the dugout, she transmitted "Catgirl present, no danger, consenting." Then she reached over her shoulder in mid-run, and cut another drone in half. She really wanted to get back to Ruth.
In the dugout, Elena, or Mouser in the field, looked at her brothers in arms "We are to take the next trench in the morning. I will cover."
"I will take point" said the one bandaging.There was a meow. Elena looked at the kitten, and made a small noise. It meowed louder. She shrugged.
"No, you will take second. Little Mouser willl take point. Follow his path."
The soldier nodded. If the cats agreed, he was not going to argue.
#SF #SFF #SciFi #Catgirls #Microfic #Tootfic #Microfiction #IAmWriting
As usual, for @ami_angelwings -
CW: Catgirls in real-world conflict.
Tails of Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust - Catgirl Assault
Ai was crawling through a trench when she heard the whine of a drone. She rolled onto her back, her eyes scanning the dark for the telltale warmth of the electric motors.
There - coming up the line of the trench, it had clearly spotted her. She raised her left arm, and a burst of laser light cut the device in half. The explosive charge started burning, but did not detonate.
She resumed her crawl.
Just ahead she could sense multiple bodies in a covered dugout. Then her enhanced ears heard the soft 'meow'. She sprung into action, bursting into the makeshift shelter.
Five figures in fatigues looked up as she burst in, one started to raise a carbine - and then stopped, staring. Another paused in opening a small tin of fish, the kitten in his arms looked at her and hissed.
One paused in bandaging the arm of his companion, who looked up at her and grabbed for a gun that was out of reach.
The fifth ... she growled, the teardrop markings on her face pulling together.
Ai took all of this in in a fraction of a second. The computer side of her mind processed the imagery, and sent her brain a warning to stop.
She froze.
"I am not Russian. I am British" she said in Ukrainian.
The kitten paused in its hiss. The cheetah girl glanced at it, and then looked back at Ai "Who are you? Which unit?"
Ai, slowly reached up and removed her helmet "I am Ai, from the Catgirl Trust."
The man being bandaged grunted, "I've heard of them. They save catgirls in danger."
"Why are you here then?" the cheetah girl had not relaxed.
"We came to see if you needed rescuing."
"I don't" was the terse reply. Her badge said "Mouser".Looking around, Ai saw the helmets with cat ears - all except one, which had little slots cut in it. She muttered something under her breath.
"What was that?" demanded the cheetah.
Ai shook her head "I said I should have listened to Mittens."
"And what did this 'Mittens' say?"
"She told me this mission wouldn't succeed. That I would bring no-one home."
"Yes, you should have listened. Now go, I shall guard my brothers and my home."Ai left, sprinting away from the front, no longer attempting to be stealthy. Once she was a good distance from the dugout, she transmitted "Catgirl present, no danger, consenting." Then she reached over her shoulder in mid-run, and cut another drone in half. She really wanted to get back to Ruth.
In the dugout, Elena, or Mouser in the field, looked at her brothers in arms "We are to take the next trench in the morning. I will cover."
"I will take point" said the one bandaging.There was a meow. Elena looked at the kitten, and made a small noise. It meowed louder. She shrugged.
"No, you will take second. Little Mouser willl take point. Follow his path."
The soldier nodded. If the cats agreed, he was not going to argue.
#SF #SFF #SciFi #Catgirls #Microfic #Tootfic #Microfiction #IAmWriting
As usual, for @ami_angelwings -
Production
“AI is rejected because it wastes huge resources without meeting any real demand. So I had an idea: ask the to AI find what the real demand actually is. It has just launched production on one trillion digital display bubble gums.”
#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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Production
“AI is rejected because it wastes huge resources without meeting any real demand. So I had an idea: ask the to AI find what the real demand actually is. It has just launched production on one trillion digital display bubble gums.”
#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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Production
“AI is rejected because it wastes huge resources without meeting any real demand. So I had an idea: ask the to AI find what the real demand actually is. It has just launched production on one trillion digital display bubble gums.”
#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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Production
“AI is rejected because it wastes huge resources without meeting any real demand. So I had an idea: ask the to AI find what the real demand actually is. It has just launched production on one trillion digital display bubble gums.”
#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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My Gumroad Shop:
Unlock a world of digital creativity with my Gumroad store, offering unique products like worksheets and oracle cards that inspire and captivate.https://princess370.wordpress.com/2026/08/06/my-gumroad-shop/
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My Gumroad Shop:
Unlock a world of digital creativity with my Gumroad store, offering unique products like worksheets and oracle cards that inspire and captivate.https://princess370.wordpress.com/2026/08/06/my-gumroad-shop/
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My Gumroad Shop:
Unlock a world of digital creativity with my Gumroad store, offering unique products like worksheets and oracle cards that inspire and captivate.https://princess370.wordpress.com/2026/08/06/my-gumroad-shop/
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All the eligible bachelors were trying desperately to snag Vivian Marsh, rumored to be worth her weight in stocks, securities, & rare-earth metals.
Dirk Sharpley, who fancied himself a prime contender, rapped confidently at the door of her Belgravia apartment. Viv's publicist answered.
"Sorry, Dirk. You're not to call anymore. Henceforth Ms. Marsh will be spending her nights with Percival Doud." The door shut in his face.
"I-I've been made #redundant!" Dirk moaned.
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All the eligible bachelors were trying desperately to snag Vivian Marsh, rumored to be worth her weight in stocks, securities, & rare-earth metals.
Dirk Sharpley, who fancied himself a prime contender, rapped confidently at the door of her Belgravia apartment. Viv's publicist answered.
"Sorry, Dirk. You're not to call anymore. Henceforth Ms. Marsh will be spending her nights with Percival Doud." The door shut in his face.
"I-I've been made #redundant!" Dirk moaned.
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All the eligible bachelors were trying desperately to snag Vivian Marsh, rumored to be worth her weight in stocks, securities, & rare-earth metals.
Dirk Sharpley, who fancied himself a prime contender, rapped confidently at the door of her Belgravia apartment. Viv's publicist answered.
"Sorry, Dirk. You're not to call anymore. Henceforth Ms. Marsh will be spending her nights with Percival Doud." The door shut in his face.
"I-I've been made #redundant!" Dirk moaned.
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All the eligible bachelors were trying desperately to snag Vivian Marsh, rumored to be worth her weight in stocks, securities, & rare-earth metals.
Dirk Sharpley, who fancied himself a prime contender, rapped confidently at the door of her Belgravia apartment. Viv's publicist answered.
"Sorry, Dirk. You're not to call anymore. Henceforth Ms. Marsh will be spending her nights with Percival Doud." The door shut in his face.
"I-I've been made #redundant!" Dirk moaned.
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All the eligible bachelors were trying desperately to snag Vivian Marsh, rumored to be worth her weight in stocks, securities, & rare-earth metals.
Dirk Sharpley, who fancied himself a prime contender, rapped confidently at the door of her Belgravia apartment. Viv's publicist answered.
"Sorry, Dirk. You're not to call anymore. Henceforth Ms. Marsh will be spending her nights with Percival Doud." The door shut in his face.
"I-I've been made #redundant!" Dirk moaned.
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Crow With No Name: Part 2
#Wss366 Redundant #MastoPrompt Lung #ScribesAndMakers Hogwash
I was definitely tripping. Wings? Feathers? I’d been dosed!
The world was full of psychedelic colors, some of which I couldn't identify. The sidewalk wasn't flat anymore. It was layered and cross-hatched with patterns and shadows that I had walked over a thousand times without ever truly seeing. The witch’s vial rolled lazily, a drop of liquid still in it—its taste bitter on my tongue.
Meaning flooded me. The shiny wrapper fluttering in the wind: sweetness clinging to foil. The neighbor—I already knew her: yelling, sudden hands, jerky steps that cut the air wrong. Her form shrieked like a warning siren.
She seemed to offer me a bag of treats: nasty-yellow; awful-gritty-browns; tasty-soggy-golden-flakes; yummy-meat-hollow bones.
It was #hogwash! Best to stay away. I didn’t decide that. I just knew.
None of it was #redundant: motion-sight, all saturated with meaning.
I was in the air before I knew it: Threat-Motion-Arm! I filled my lungs and let out a warning screech so that everyone would know. “Warning, Bad lady!”
I was free of the earth. “Caw, caw,” I cried. “I’m here!”
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy
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Crow With No Name: Part 2
#Wss366 Redundant #MastoPrompt Lung #ScribesAndMakers Hogwash
I was definitely tripping. Wings? Feathers? I’d been dosed!
The world was full of psychedelic colors, some of which I couldn't identify. The sidewalk wasn't flat anymore. It was layered and cross-hatched with patterns and shadows that I had walked over a thousand times without ever truly seeing. The witch’s vial rolled lazily, a drop of liquid still in it—its taste bitter on my tongue.
Meaning flooded me. The shiny wrapper fluttering in the wind: sweetness clinging to foil. The neighbor—I already knew her: yelling, sudden hands, jerky steps that cut the air wrong. Her form shrieked like a warning siren.
She seemed to offer me a bag of treats: nasty-yellow; awful-gritty-browns; tasty-soggy-golden-flakes; yummy-meat-hollow bones.
It was #hogwash! Best to stay away. I didn’t decide that. I just knew.
None of it was #redundant: motion-sight, all saturated with meaning.
I was in the air before I knew it: Threat-Motion-Arm! I filled my lungs and let out a warning screech so that everyone would know. “Warning, Bad lady!”
I was free of the earth. “Caw, caw,” I cried. “I’m here!”
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy
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Crow With No Name: Part 2
#Wss366 Redundant #MastoPrompt Lung #ScribesAndMakers Hogwash
I was definitely tripping. Wings? Feathers? I’d been dosed!
The world was full of psychedelic colors, some of which I couldn't identify. The sidewalk wasn't flat anymore. It was layered and cross-hatched with patterns and shadows that I had walked over a thousand times without ever truly seeing. The witch’s vial rolled lazily, a drop of liquid still in it—its taste bitter on my tongue.
Meaning flooded me. The shiny wrapper fluttering in the wind: sweetness clinging to foil. The neighbor—I already knew her: yelling, sudden hands, jerky steps that cut the air wrong. Her form shrieked like a warning siren.
She seemed to offer me a bag of treats: nasty-yellow; awful-gritty-browns; tasty-soggy-golden-flakes; yummy-meat-hollow bones.
It was #hogwash! Best to stay away. I didn’t decide that. I just knew.
None of it was #redundant: motion-sight, all saturated with meaning.
I was in the air before I knew it: Threat-Motion-Arm! I filled my lungs and let out a warning screech so that everyone would know. “Warning, Bad lady!”
I was free of the earth. “Caw, caw,” I cried. “I’m here!”
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy
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Crow With No Name: Part 2
#Wss366 Redundant #MastoPrompt Lung #ScribesAndMakers Hogwash
I was definitely tripping. Wings? Feathers? I’d been dosed!
The world was full of psychedelic colors, some of which I couldn't identify. The sidewalk wasn't flat anymore. It was layered and cross-hatched with patterns and shadows that I had walked over a thousand times without ever truly seeing. The witch’s vial rolled lazily, a drop of liquid still in it—its taste bitter on my tongue.
Meaning flooded me. The shiny wrapper fluttering in the wind: sweetness clinging to foil. The neighbor—I already knew her: yelling, sudden hands, jerky steps that cut the air wrong. Her form shrieked like a warning siren.
She seemed to offer me a bag of treats: nasty-yellow; awful-gritty-browns; tasty-soggy-golden-flakes; yummy-meat-hollow bones.
It was #hogwash! Best to stay away. I didn’t decide that. I just knew.
None of it was #redundant: motion-sight, all saturated with meaning.
I was in the air before I knew it: Threat-Motion-Arm! I filled my lungs and let out a warning screech so that everyone would know. “Warning, Bad lady!”
I was free of the earth. “Caw, caw,” I cried. “I’m here!”
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy
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Crow With No Name: Part 2
#Wss366 Redundant #MastoPrompt Lung #ScribesAndMakers Hogwash
I was definitely tripping. Wings? Feathers? I’d been dosed!
The world was full of psychedelic colors, some of which I couldn't identify. The sidewalk wasn't flat anymore. It was layered and cross-hatched with patterns and shadows that I had walked over a thousand times without ever truly seeing. The witch’s vial rolled lazily, a drop of liquid still in it—its taste bitter on my tongue.
Meaning flooded me. The shiny wrapper fluttering in the wind: sweetness clinging to foil. The neighbor—I already knew her: yelling, sudden hands, jerky steps that cut the air wrong. Her form shrieked like a warning siren.
She seemed to offer me a bag of treats: nasty-yellow; awful-gritty-browns; tasty-soggy-golden-flakes; yummy-meat-hollow bones.
It was #hogwash! Best to stay away. I didn’t decide that. I just knew.
None of it was #redundant: motion-sight, all saturated with meaning.
I was in the air before I knew it: Threat-Motion-Arm! I filled my lungs and let out a warning screech so that everyone would know. “Warning, Bad lady!”
I was free of the earth. “Caw, caw,” I cried. “I’m here!”
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy