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There are a couple currently. So weekly would work best for me.
#MicroPrompt
#Wss366
#MastoPrompt#LesFicFri is a snippet sharing one.
(Poll above)
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CW: Wss366 Microfic Possibly sacrilegious
EMERGENCY The Rapture
#Wss366 #MastoPrompt #MicroPrompt
#WritersCoffeeClub 18 Sept: Have you written something blasphemous?#Bang! Suddenly, the sky lit up, and people on the park swings began floating up in the air. At least some of them. Arms of the monkey bars reached out to capture others.
I lowered the sun visor in the car and checked my emergency list of actions to take during the Rapture.
- Put on sun-#screen. (Cancer risk: Health risk of divine rays unknown.)
- #Comb your #bangs. (First impressions are important.)
- Take your protein pills and put your helmet on.
- Step out of the car slowly, and keep your hands in plain view. (Lightning Risk)
#NMV366 #NMPrompts #NMMP #MicroFiction #TootFiction #Drabble #NMWCC @extraspecialbitter
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Kistna needed to bog down her professional life due to her voluntary relocation from Key West. Although she had melty memories with her former colleagues there, she wanted to come back to her bustling hometown instead. When she finally returned to Miami, she did not want to be swamped with research-based work. So, she opted for a lot of creative time at her studio apartment.
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Writer's prompts for short fiction
#Wss366
#MastoPrompt
#MicroPromptThere are some non-English ones as well, but I don't keep track of them.
Edit: Fix typo in hashtag name.
#WritingPrompt
#Introductions
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Jack
#Wss366 #MicroPrompt 9/13
Jack, Jack, come out and play!
The sun may shine another day.The children's song rang hollow in Jack's ears, wilted cabbage leaves that had started to slide down the side of his face.
Whirling faster and faster, the children danced around him, till someone's hand slipped, sending them all flying helter-skelter across the muddy schoolyard.
Jack's smile wobbled and then slumped as he watched yesterday's friends laughing, the oldest helping the little one up, dabbing their tears with handkerchiefs made from gingham flour #bags.
Miss Dupont watched, imagining the lectures on staying clean that the mud-spattered girls would receive that evening. Recess was over, so she rang her bell.
"Jack's gone all #melty," said Becky Layette, the eldest. Soon she would be Becky Poindexter and have young ones of her own. She was the girl who had presented Jack with two bright, shiny brass-button eyes. Now, only one eye remained, staring at the spring thaw sun.
She gave him a push, and he was no more.
#SliceOfLife #MicroFiction #TootFic #NMPrompts #NMMP #NMV366
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Paper Cranes Part 2 (In Praise of Hott Cocoa)
#FanFiction #IsTheOrderARabbit (#GochiUsa)
#Wss366 #MastoPrompt #MicroPrompt 9/13Takahiro and Midori watched the girls with their eyes, smiling as they saw Maya and Megu stare at the paper cranes decorating the shop. Chino, more reserved, peeked over their shoulders.
Meanwhile, Cocoa bought the tickets and tried corralling the girls, only to be sucked into their excitement.
“They’re so happy,” Midori said, “Practically #luminous.”
“Even Chino,” Rize said, bashful at joining the adult conversation. “The shop is so much fun to work at now.”
She hurriedly added, “Not that it wasn’t before.”
“Even if you have to clean up Cocoa's messes?” Midori asked.
“It #bugs me sometimes, but even then. How could I not? She makes you smile. Even Chino is brighter now. She used to hardly ever smile.”
Takahiro nodded. “We can thank Cocoa for that. I was worried at first about letting her stay with us, but it’s been a #blessing.”
“And we’ve made lots of new friends because of her.” Rize smiled at Chiya and Syaro.
The girls smiled back.
“There’s something about her,” Chiya said. “She’s so scatterbrained, but she brings people together. It’s hard not to have fun around her.”
“Go on, you three join them,” Takahiro said. “You don’t really want to be with the stodgy adults. There’s time enough for that.”
The three girls looked at each other, then Rize nodded. She turned to the adults and said, “It’s been nice speaking with you, Takahiro-san. You too, Midori-san. But you’re right; we belong with them.”
The girls set off after their friends at a trot.
As he watched them leave, Takahiro said to Midori, “They grow up so fast.”
“Too fast, I think,” Midori added.
#ごちうさ #ご注文はうさぎですか?
#Wholesome #SliceOfLife #Yuri #FanFic
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Minashi-by-the-Sea (The Piping that Spoke of Nyarlathotep)
#Wss366 #MastoPrompt #MicroPrompt 9/7 -11
As the moon touched the hazy rim of the ocean, the Cat Who Stole Dreams indulged in one last #meal of the inn’s famed curried prawns, a #mash of almonds and sweet cream, and #distilled lime blossom liqueur. It was just a sip, enough to fend off the night's chill, no more.
Then, as the full dark of night blanketed Minashi-by-the-Sea, she donned her black, dew-spangled cape and her quietest #slippers and went out into the #late night. All was still except for the laughter of the fountains. The chorus of cicadas and revelers had long fallen silent. Not even the few unfortunates stirred by dreams of dark things said to slither from Hypnos Nor Slid’s House heard the soft footsteps of Kurotsuki.
With catlike grace, she climbed the outer walls of the High Citadel of Perpetual Petals. So lithe was her ascent that not a single petal of the trees that ringed that lofty place was disturbed, and thus the #wards that are triggered by their fall remained silent. The silent monitors, without the walls, perhaps saw a shadow flicker, but nothing more.
Thus, Kurotsuki Kaibyō reached a vantage from which she could observe the Toads of Leng cavorting and hear the fateful shrilling of the piping within the tower. The #luminous toads as they danced #round the tower #instilled no fear in her heart, yet a #current of dread set her fur to bristle, hearing the piping that spoke of Nyarlathotep, for it came from far beyond the ken of man.
Woe betide the mortal who, in a dream or drugged state, passes through the portals to that eldritch creature’s dimension. Better to face the nightgaunts or to be torn asunder by the ghouls of Pickman’s ilk than to glimpse the dwellers of that realm.
Shaken but undeterred, the queen of thieves came away that night ready to plunder the heart of Minashi-by-the-Sea.
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #Lovecraft #LordDunsany #Pastiche #Cats #Otherkin #Catgirl #Neko
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Kistna was supposed to distill lemon into her barbecued beef, but she was too tired to buy it at the supermarket. Although she initially hesitated to eat her favorite meal without that fruit, she did it anyway while having a video call with Lori on her tablet computer.
"Um..." Kistna asked Lori with a slight frown. "I think I just screwed up my cooking."
"That is OK," Lori replied with pure enthusiasm. "At least, you are not wasting food!"
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Minashi-by-the-Sea (The Toad-Things of Leng)
#Wss366 #MastoPrompt 9/4 #MicroPrompt 8/27-29
Kurotsuki Kaibyō #yawned over her cup of strong Celedawn tea. The rich scent of #cardamom and cloves tickled her nose. She would need its invigorating properties, for she had a long night ahead of her and an even longer day.
Soon the moon would set, and it would be time to be about her business. Tomorrow would be the Festival of Lime Blossoms on the Water, and all the people of Minashi-by-the-Sea would be celebrating.
Except for the guards of the High Citadel of Perpetual Petals. The #Toads of Leng cared not for blossoms, scents, or even festivals. Their only loves were the repellent offal they were fed and dancing to the thin, insidious piping that emerged from the lofty tower on moonless nights.
Tonight, on cat feet, she would locate where the #Toad-things of Leng performed their hideous, obscene midnight capers. She would not be one of their flayed, #skinned victims that appeared floating in the harbor as dawn broke upon its lime blossom flotilla. And then tomorrow, when the #Toads were at their sleepiest and the citizens of Minashi-by-the-Sea frolicked amid the lime blossoms, she would #zip into the tower and be gone before anyone knew of her pilfering.
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #LordDunsany #Pastiche #Cats #Otherkin #Catgirl #Neko
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All colorful cups and mugs:
Collected and sorted properly.
Some of them are pinpointed
By their geographical area.
For a complete showcase,
Frequent travelling is necessary
For gathering these treasures
All around the world. -
The death card lay cross the ten of #cups. The knights dagger pinned them to the table as he spoke. "A reading will not be necessary."
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I have an addiction to cups. I just have to have them whenever I spot them.
The green cup in the discount store? Mine.
The vintage orange teacup from the thrift store? Mine.
The box of teacups from the old lady who died down the street? Mine, of course.
It’s like a siren’s call, I always know where to find good deals for cups. I’ve just bought bone china cups an eBay seller listed with a spelling error. I knew they were vintage Wedgwood and I got them for a steal.
They will arrive in 8 to 12 days. I can wait, as I’m saving them for dessert on a feast day.
They crunch so nicely between my molars.
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“Mom! I have something for you!”
Kiki rushed to her mom and gave her an envelope, stained with her grubby fingers.
Her mom looked at the envelope, and said, "What's that?”
Kiki tilted her head and said, “I saw the note on the table. It said cardamom. So, I made you a card! You did write it wrong I think because it should be card for mom, not card a mom!”
Her mom smiled, opened the envelope, read the card, smiled so bright Kiki got a bit shy.
Kiki giggled, "What?”
Her mom gave her a hug. ”You're the most perfect daughter, you know that?”
Kiki glggled, and said, hugging her mom back, “Mom! You're silly!” -
CW: Ableism on Display: Wss366 MastoPrompt microprompt FantasticpromptsEnglish
Aug 25. Opposite Day
#Wss366 #MastoPrompt #MicroPrompt
#FantasticPromptsEnglish Aug 25. Opposite Day:Choose something from your work, a scene, a character, a plot line, a location, etc. & try to create the opposite.“You’re such a #sage. Wise-up. She’s not going to get better. Let’s #review: your stupid yariman stole my cigarettes, drank all the booze, and played heavy metal full blast all day. And you still want me to give her another chance!” Tomo, red in the face, finally stopped ranting when he ran out of breath.
I stood #still, paralyzed with rage. I’d had enough of him policing my spending, determining what I ate, criticizing my writing, and now, who I slept with. “If you don’t like it, leave. I pay the rent, Mr. My Back Hurts Too Much to Work. Just get out.”
“I will!” he shouted, throwing his beer in my face. A second later, he slammed the front door open, shouting, “Bontsuke,” over his shoulder.
Don’t let the door hit you on the way out,” I yelled after him in English.
Shiomi, meanwhile, sat in the corner, smirking, “You get what you want,” and started stripping off her clothes. “And I get to stay; deal.”
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CW: wss366 MastoPrompt FantasticPromptsEnglish Ecchi Swearing
How I Was Isekaid by a Writer’s Prompt.
#FantasticPromptsEnglish 8/24: You and your most recently written character wake up next to each other. What happened or what's happening now?
#FantasticPromptsEnglish 8/19: Is there a self-insert in your work, a character that corresponds to you? (Now there is)
#MicroPrompt We got the prompt, but overflowed the one-post limit.•──⋅☾How I Was Isekaid by a Writer Prompt☽⋅──•
The words “What have you done with Sorawo!” pierced my slumber with their alarm.
My eyes shot open and focused on the face of a pretty blonde. My mouth fell open as I traced her form. She was naked, tits on full display. That would have been okay except she was pressing a gun to my head. It wasn’t the best way to wake up. "Terrible" and "terrifying" would be better descriptions. Endorphins flooded my body, giving reality a faint glow, in counterpoint to my racing heart.
The thought “dream” flickered, but no, this was too real. I could feel the cold metal against my skin, hear Roscoe growling, and smelled the stench of my fear.
"I—I—I don't know," I said.
Then it hit me. “Damn you @AnnaSaultron and #FantasticPromptsEnglish! This is too fucking real. I’ve been isekaid by an SNS prompt.”
Steeling myself, I said, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. It’s a Fediverse writer’s prompt, something like what would happen if you woke up next to the last character you wrote about.”
“You’re right. I don’t believe that Otherside BS. Again, where is Sorawo?”
The gun barrel pressed against my forehead so hard that I winced.
“My, aren’t we #grumpy,” an unfamiliar voice said.
Two pairs of eyes—mine and Toriko’s—jerked to a Living Dead doll on a white wicker vanity.
“Wha?” I’m not sure if it was me or Toriko who said it. I was floating behind my face. My mind was punchy and processed events lazily. Hopefully dissociation would sand the sharper traumatic edges off this experience.
The gun wavered between me and the doll. “What did you do with Sorawo?”
“You sound like a broken record,” the doll whispered, tilting her head. A Chucky’s Bride smile hovered on her too red lips. “Sorawo, Sorawo, Sorawo. I bring you a sweet naked wota for your bed, but still your tongue only chants her name. I have no #data of Sorawo’s place—maybe she’s at home, chewing creepypasta, like gristle clinging to the bone. When Venus is in #transit and Jupiter cuddles with Mars, then peace…”
Crack! Pieces of the doll’s head went flying, and my ears rang.
Part 1 of 3 Parts
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMV366 #UraPi #Ecchi #Yuri
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Minashi-by-the-Sea (Kurotsuki Kaibyō 黒月怪猫 )
#Wss366 #MastoPrompt #MicroPrompt
It is said that cats and their kin walk in #forgotten places. One such was Kurotsuki Kaibyō, the dream-stealer. But what can we say of her: dusk gray, midnight black, amber dawn, tawny day; silent as the wind; Buddha still; a voice of mirth or stiletto-steeled death? Who can tell, for none still inhabit Far Karabash, High Mirrus, or Xanadu? They are but whispered tales and empty, dusty streets.
Some proclaim she came from Atlantis, but the fish do not tell, and others say she hails from ----, whose name is #forgotten, along with its plazas and palaces.
The #harbor #drew Kurotsuki-chan with smells of tar; fresh seabream; mussels and shrimp stewed in a thick, sweet sauce, while the singsong of the polyglot people who thronged its byways soothed her ears, and the old sailors, easy prey for such as she, willingly sold their tales and dreams for a drink."
She stopped at a #harbor inn, run by a sly, iron-gray catkin with a name all hisses and nyas. Some said it meant “She who Provides Fresh Fish and Warm Beds.” Others said it was the same as her establishment, “Cat Haven.” Those who stayed there said various things and generally muddled the answer with amusing nonsense.
As Kurotsuki-chan entered, a whisper went round, and those who were wise hastened to secure a berth in some merchantman, outward bound for lands of heather mist, or, if desperation and despair drove them, for the fjord-bound ports of the cold north.
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #LordDunsany #Pastiche #Cats #Otherkin #Catgirl #Neko
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#Wss366 #MastoPrompt #MicroPrompt 8/20
[LIME group session start Piamen, Indomitus, Credulus, and 🌈Iucundus🌈 in room]
[Piamen] They say there is a BIG #blot on the ☀
[Indomitus] You mean "sun spot"
[Piamen] sure looked like a #blot to me. But anyway, they said if it grew bigger it'd boil the oceans,
[Credulus] I’m going to fill some bottles with wather. You can’t be too careful 🚬⏰
[Credulus leaves room][Indomitus] That was a #trifle weird
[Indomitus] Open 😴 #insert 🧠[🌈Iucundus🌈] That’s not very nice
[🌈Iucundus🌈] Sometimes I can tell your an ogre[Piamen] They are but you shouldn't call them that it’s a slur 🙊
[Indomitus] #Insert swear word of your choice 💢 the fouler the better
[Credulus enters room]
[Credulus] You won’t believe this there are 🐟🐠🐡🦈 in it
[Credulus] The 💦 I mean[Piamen] were you live?
[Credulus] Flint Michigan
[Indomitus] That explains it
[🌈Iucundus🌈] but why would our oceans boil?
[🌈Iucundus🌈] The earth is a long way from the son[Piamen] Not 🌎 silly - !Venus!
[Credulus leaves room]
[🌈Iucundus🌈 leaves room][Indomitus] Open 👄 #insert foot - 👽🚽🥇
[Indomitus leaves room]
[Piamen leaves room]
[LIME session end]#MicroFiction #TootFic #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #Latin @pentup
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#Wss366 #MastoPrompt #MicroPrompt 8/19
[LIME session start]
[Piamen] We have a #trifle at #home
[Piamen] sorry about burning the spaghetti sauce yesterday[Indomitus] I wish you wouldn’t try to #fix every #trifling mistake so hard
[Indomitus] You make me feel like I'm an Ogre.[Piamen] you are an ogre.
[Indomitus] That’s a slur. I'm a Homo Ferox.
[LIME session end]
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CW: #Wss366 #MastoPrompt #MicroPrompt : Cats and Food
Minashi-by-the-Sea (Greetings)
#Wss366 #MastoPrompt #MicroPrompt 8/18
The caravan descended the hills of Neither Lang with hurried steps toward fabled Minashi-by-the-Sea, passing through plum and sakura trees in eternal bloom.
No guards greeted them, for none dared invade. The bones of three times three armies lay bleaching on Neither Lang’s slopes, and none knew what dread curse had felled them.
Instead, crickets in bamboo cages and bush warblers perched on open fretted enclosures serenaded them as they #filed through ivory gates. Then, the merchants lining the streets sang out their wares: salt-cured #limes, cocoa #nibs, flower petal silks, and food—sakura mochi, citrus tuna, roasted lime-slaked corn, and chiled sprats.
The travelers hurried to cedar-shaded inns, famous for eel stews redolent with rosemary and pickled limes. With their camels stabled and wares piled high for sale the next day, they sought beds with fine linen sheets sprinkled with lime blossoms.
Thus, Kurotsuki Kaibyō, the dream-stealing catkin, came to Minashi-by-the-Sea.
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #LordDunsany #Pastiche #Cats #Neko #Catgirl #Otherkin
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#Wss366 #MicroPrompt #MastoPrompt
Mensa looked over his daughter’s drawing. “What is it?”
“It’s the church. #Father Anton asked all the kids to draw what they think of when they hear the word God.”
“I see; well, the #vector of these two angles here is wrong. It’s hard to tell that’s a door.”
“Father! It’s just a #sketch.”
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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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The Spatulater
#wss366 #mastoprompt #microPrompt 08/14
Carrie received a #Jolt (TM) visiting her new girlfriend friends house carring several tubs of CoalWhip (TM). She was late as usual, any #later she would have missed seeing the hunky Amazonian (TM) driver deliver a case of Peckerish Farm (TM) fudge sauce.
She found Kim in the kitchen wearing nothing but an apron and a #spatula. Turns out Kim was a #spatulater.
Note: "later" is a suffice indicating a worshipper.
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Rabbit House Obon (ラビットハウスお盆)
#IsTheOrderARabbit? (#GochiUsa) #FanFiction
#MicroPrompt #MastoPrompt 8/13
Takahiro held the amber #malt up to the #light, showing his appreciation with a tiny nod, then handed it to Midori.
Rabbit House was currently quiet, with Aoyama Midori being the only customer. She took a sip and sighed with contentment. “Nice.”
“Are you visiting anyone for Obon?” he asked, leaning against the bar. With just Midori and himself, he could relax. It was a soft, warm evening, perfect for that.
“My daughter. It was a swimming accident.”
“I’m sorry.” He paused. “I didn’t know you had a daughter.”
“I don’t talk about it. Maybe I’ll write a story about her someday, but right now, cute will do. Chino reminds me of her. Cute, quiet, shy, good kid. I miss her.”
“Where is she?”
“Cimetière du Lapin Vert. Tomorrow morning, I’ll buy some flowers, marigolds. She loved them, and they’re bright like her smile.”
“Would you mind taking Chino? Her mother wanted to see her.”
She nodded, and Takahiro slid another malt whiskey across to her. “On the house.”
#MircoFiction #TootFic #NMPrompts #NMMP #Obon #ご注文はうさぎですか? #ごちうさ
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One more fiction writing hashtag showed up. I can't list it at this point, but I can mention it. #MicroPrompt @FrostPoem
Which, if any of the serialized fiction published on the Fedi do you follow:,
Sorry if I missed your serial. You can DM me. I can't add to the poll, but I can be aware of it.
Choose all that apply.
#Poll #Polls #FanFiction #MicroFiction #TootFic #Reading #AmReading #WebAuthorsCafe
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Welcome to the #dreamarchive!!! Today's #oneliner is:
It was 1:00 in the morning, I'd been asleep when my phone rung and woke me. #amwriting #microblog #microprompt #cupoftea #writersofmastodon
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The cauldron bubbled aggressively to greet me as I opened the tower door, black and gleaming in the firelight. Beside it, I caught a wisp of white hair, a bent, bony silhouette and took a retreating step back. this was not where I was supposed to be.
"Don't go:"
The voice was harsh, cracking with sharpness as the woman lifted her head and twisted around to look at me: I cowered at the sight of that hooked nose, those dark eyes, but her smile was... kind? 1/
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At the end of the day, I am haunted splinters, trying to hold to the silhouette of a girl who knows how, a girl with clear aspirations and legible scars that fit neatly into all the boxes. At the end of the day, I am a fool, dressing up a raw heart in wild flowers, because bloody things are only acceptable when they're dressed. At the end of the day, I am a poet. #Mastoprompt #microprompt #WSS366
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@FrostPoem
Today's #MicroPrompt: tome
#MrWhiskers
Mother was finally done organizing her tomes of knowledge. Some had gone to other homes, but most of her resources were staying. The volumes were stacked in her library now, but piles were stacked haphazardly, some toppling over. Mr. Whiskers knew Mother would need more bookshelves, which suited him just fine. The best thing about her bookshelves was that she often left space for kitty beds. He loved napping among the books as a pastime.