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#PennedPossibilities 1120: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

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That would be Cassie when she’s performing on stage in the persona of The Lady Cassandra.

She’s perky Goth with bubble-gum pink hair who just happens to be a Gothic Belly Dancer.

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#PennedPossibilities 1120: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

My main WIP from the last year and a half is no longer IP. Of course, there’s always a W that’s IP.

There’s far less to draw on being so fresh. I haven’t used this word. Although there was a fireworks show that was quite entertaining, so let’s go with that.

I’d share an excerpt but it’s all handwritten at the moment and I haven’t had enough coffee this morning to decipher those hieroglyphics.

#PennedPossibilities 1120: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

Here we finally meet actor Paddy McLemore:

Hulvey fussed around for a minute or two until the corridor door opened and admitted two well-dressed men, one young and wearing a suit so sharply pressed Barbara entertained a momentary fantasy of trying to slice her arm on one of its creases. Behind him appeared a taller, older man, perhaps in his thirties, with receding hair.

1120. Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

**Meanwhile, the minstrel has started his routine. He sings some ballads—he does have a good voice—and then moves on to more bawdy songs. The guests love it and sing along. Finally, he sings praise to my mother.
…
“Good Queen Ravenhold, who keeps the Elfen trash at bay.
“Good Queen Ravenhold, who wipes the Elfen trash away.”
…
The audience roars and chants the chorus, all the while thumping their mugs on the tables.''

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#PennedPossibilities 1120: "entertainment"

Last I’d visited, King’s Harbor had been the largest city in the “free province of Dayonia.” I knew all the history but still found it jarring to see. Some unpleasant echo of Old Earth had triumphed in the northern hemisphere: an imitation learned from books. Magery had been driven farther underground. “Magic” was now the province of entertainment, dubious specialty shops, and pricey retreats.

#PennedPossibilities 1120: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

Uh.

I searched for "entertainment" in A Wolf's Love.

"Keyword not found."

Same for Moon Rises.

I guess I don't write out that word often.

So be it.

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#PennedPossibilities 1120: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

Uh.

I searched for "entertainment" in A Wolf's Love.

"Keyword not found."

Same for Moon Rises.

I guess I don't write out that word often.

So be it.

#WritingCommunity

#PennedPossibilities 1120: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

Uh.

I searched for "entertainment" in A Wolf's Love.

"Keyword not found."

Same for Moon Rises.

I guess I don't write out that word often.

So be it.

#WritingCommunity

#PennedPossibilities 1120: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

Uh.

I searched for "entertainment" in A Wolf's Love.

"Keyword not found."

Same for Moon Rises.

I guess I don't write out that word often.

So be it.

#WritingCommunity

#PennedPossibilities 1120: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

Uh.

I searched for "entertainment" in A Wolf's Love.

"Keyword not found."

Same for Moon Rises.

I guess I don't write out that word often.

So be it.

#WritingCommunity

#PennedPossibilities 1120: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

In my story, Lucy's son Patryk is studying music at college and is also involved in the writing/production of a play with some of his college friends. In the story Lucy has watched him perform his songs twice at open mics. Patryk's songs are very entertaining. Patryk is destined to be a writer/performer in small scale travelling theatre groups which is not a lucrative profession.

#PennedPossibilities 1120: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

In my story, Lucy's son Patryk is studying music at college and is also involved in the writing/production of a play with some of his college friends. In the story Lucy has watched him perform his songs twice at open mics. Patryk's songs are very entertaining. Patryk is destined to be a writer/performer in small scale travelling theatre groups which is not a lucrative profession.

#PennedPossibilities 1120: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

In my story, Lucy's son Patryk is studying music at college and is also involved in the writing/production of a play with some of his college friends. In the story Lucy has watched him perform his songs twice at open mics. Patryk's songs are very entertaining. Patryk is destined to be a writer/performer in small scale travelling theatre groups which is not a lucrative profession.

#PennedPossibilities #PennedPossibilitiesWordEdition 1120: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

Here, from my FLOPPY EARS BOOK! ❤️ https://ekdawn.com/novel/CHTS

(Context for the ears: https://mastoart.social/@thatwriterellie/117185281007509109 Context for word prompt: https://mastoart.social/@floofpaldi@mindly.social/117221818297297395 )

Might release in ~2027!

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#PennedPossibilities #PennedPossibilitiesWordEdition 1120: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

Here, from my FLOPPY EARS BOOK! ❤️ https://ekdawn.com/novel/CHTS

(Context for the ears: https://mastoart.social/@thatwriterellie/117185281007509109 Context for word prompt: https://mastoart.social/@floofpaldi@mindly.social/117221818297297395 )

Might release in ~2027!

#Writing #WritingCommunity #WritersofMastodon #Books #DarkCozy #Fantasy #DarkCozyFantasy #DisabledRepresentation #LGBTQIA #QueerFantasy #IndieBooks

#PennedPossibilities #PennedPossibilitiesWordEdition 1120: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

Here, from my FLOPPY EARS BOOK! ❤️ https://ekdawn.com/novel/CHTS

(Context for the ears: https://mastoart.social/@thatwriterellie/117185281007509109 Context for word prompt: https://mastoart.social/@floofpaldi@mindly.social/117221818297297395 )

Might release in ~2027!

#Writing #WritingCommunity #WritersofMastodon #Books #DarkCozy #Fantasy #DarkCozyFantasy #DisabledRepresentation #LGBTQIA #QueerFantasy #IndieBooks

#PennedPossibilities #PennedPossibilitiesWordEdition 1120: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

Here, from my FLOPPY EARS BOOK! ❤️ https://ekdawn.com/novel/CHTS

(Context for the ears: https://mastoart.social/@thatwriterellie/117185281007509109 Context for word prompt: https://mastoart.social/@floofpaldi@mindly.social/117221818297297395 )

Might release in ~2027!

#Writing #WritingCommunity #WritersofMastodon #Books #DarkCozy #Fantasy #DarkCozyFantasy #DisabledRepresentation #LGBTQIA #QueerFantasy #IndieBooks

#PennedPossibilities #PennedPossibilitiesWordEdition 1120: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

Here, from my FLOPPY EARS BOOK! ❤️ https://
ekdawn.com/novel/CHTS

(Context for the ears: https://mastoart.social/@thatwriterellie/117185281007509109 Context for word prompt: https://mastoart.social/@floofpaldi@mindly.social/117221818297297395 )

Might release in ~2027!

#Writing #WritingCommunity #WritersofMastodon #Books #DarkCozy #Fantasy #DarkCozyFantasy #DisabledRepresentation #LGBTQIA #QueerFantasy #IndieBooks

#PennedPossibilities 1120: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

Bolt is acting as the photographer for her friend Shugh as he interviews a male diva actor for a magazine similar to The New Yorker. Hers is a woman-centric society. The scene in this #excerpt hints that Bolt can be sexist as the actor being interviewed needles her.

Upstairs, Shugh hit it off with Morning Glory. Both men sought careers not often occupied by men. The actor-playwright became more animated as the magazine interview progressed, allowing me with my camera to fade into the background of the plush upper lounge of the theatre. By the time the long-legged delicate man started pacing as he told his life story, I had gleaned that his tale was glorified and larger-than life, like the man, his persona, his masks. His elegant pacing allowed me to move with my Flicka4, steadying myself using the back of a gilt divan, a bamboo formed-steel torchere lamp (one of pair), and then a black marble tea table to as I composed pictures of a celebrity, but a man, lost in thoughts about inflating the image he presented the world, finally dropping his actor's mask. I caught the sparkle in his eye. I caught flamboyant hands thrown wide, later framing his face as he sang a note. I caught an absentminded sneer aimed at an unnamed actress who'd worked to derail his entertainment career.

"I'm changing the way women perceive men," he declared. He sat abruptly on a hanger chair, one of those short shallow chairs built with a bench seat of a single plank of wood, finely finished glowing golden oak but uncushioned; it barely supported his thighs in deference to his hips, forcing the man to crouch. Also called a man's chair because a man looked really adorable hanging there when unclothed in a certain way. (It totally did Morning Glory.) That it made men shorter than any women in a room seemed like a plus, but then I was female. These days, especially in the city, I'd seen men leave a room in disgust if they saw one. Not Morning Glory! Probably furnished it here himself, stage managing, to spike the drama. Legs wide, crouching—his hands above his knees, framing his crotch—eyes narrowed and on me, his body language firmed up my perception of him.

Performatively male, sure of his good looks.

Aggressive.

Dominant.

He addressed Shugh still meeting my gaze. "Steamed Milk and Sugar—can I call you Milk? How does it feel working as her protégé? Do we live in progressive times?"

Hint, hint! I am a #gender #fiction #writer. If you think a hanger chair in this Basic Instincts scene is peculiar, realize that it is a male-oriented gender domination device analogous to what stiletto heels achieve physically with women in our society. Like many women today, Morning Glory is "owning" it (trying anyway) and changing the device's meaning.

[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]

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#PennedPossibilities 1120: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

Bolt is acting as the photographer for her friend Shugh as he interviews a male diva actor for a magazine similar to The New Yorker. Hers is a woman-centric society. The scene in this #excerpt hints that Bolt can be sexist as the actor being interviewed needles her.

Upstairs, Shugh hit it off with Morning Glory. Both men sought careers not often occupied by men. The actor-playwright became more animated as the magazine interview progressed, allowing me with my camera to fade into the background of the plush upper lounge of the theatre. By the time the long-legged delicate man started pacing as he told his life story, I had gleaned that his tale was glorified and larger-than life, like the man, his persona, his masks. His elegant pacing allowed me to move with my Flicka4, steadying myself using the back of a gilt divan, a bamboo formed-steel torchere lamp (one of pair), and then a black marble tea table to as I composed pictures of a celebrity, but a man, lost in thoughts about inflating the image he presented the world, finally dropping his actor's mask. I caught the sparkle in his eye. I caught flamboyant hands thrown wide, later framing his face as he sang a note. I caught an absentminded sneer aimed at an unnamed actress who'd worked to derail his entertainment career.

"I'm changing the way women perceive men," he declared. He sat abruptly on a hanger chair, one of those short shallow chairs built with a bench seat of a single plank of wood, finely finished glowing golden oak but uncushioned; it barely supported his thighs in deference to his hips, forcing the man to crouch. Also called a man's chair because a man looked really adorable hanging there when unclothed in a certain way. (It totally did Morning Glory.) That it made men shorter than any women in a room seemed like a plus, but then I was female. These days, especially in the city, I'd seen men leave a room in disgust if they saw one. Not Morning Glory! Probably furnished it here himself, stage managing, to spike the drama. Legs wide, crouching—his hands above his knees, framing his crotch—eyes narrowed and on me, his body language firmed up my perception of him.

Performatively male, sure of his good looks.

Aggressive.

Dominant.

He addressed Shugh still meeting my gaze. "Steamed Milk and Sugar—can I call you Milk? How does it feel working as her protégé? Do we live in progressive times?"

Hint, hint! I am a #gender #fiction #writer. If you think a hanger chair in this Basic Instincts scene is peculiar, realize that it is a male-oriented gender domination device analogous to what stiletto heels achieve physically with women in our society. Like many women today, Morning Glory is "owning" it (trying anyway) and changing the device's meaning.

[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]

#BoostingIsSharing

#author
#cozy #mystery #sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory

#PennedPossibilities 1120: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

Bolt is acting as the photographer for her friend Shugh as he interviews a male diva actor for a magazine similar to The New Yorker. Hers is a woman-centric society. The scene in this #excerpt hints that Bolt can be sexist as the actor being interviewed needles her.

Upstairs, Shugh hit it off with Morning Glory. Both men sought careers not often occupied by men. The actor-playwright became more animated as the magazine interview progressed, allowing me with my camera to fade into the background of the plush upper lounge of the theatre. By the time the long-legged delicate man started pacing as he told his life story, I had gleaned that his tale was glorified and larger-than life, like the man, his persona, his masks. His elegant pacing allowed me to move with my Flicka4, steadying myself using the back of a gilt divan, a bamboo formed-steel torchere lamp (one of pair), and then a black marble tea table to as I composed pictures of a celebrity, but a man, lost in thoughts about inflating the image he presented the world, finally dropping his actor's mask. I caught the sparkle in his eye. I caught flamboyant hands thrown wide, later framing his face as he sang a note. I caught an absentminded sneer aimed at an unnamed actress who'd worked to derail his entertainment career.

"I'm changing the way women perceive men," he declared. He sat abruptly on a hanger chair, one of those short shallow chairs built with a bench seat of a single plank of wood, finely finished glowing golden oak but uncushioned; it barely supported his thighs in deference to his hips, forcing the man to crouch. Also called a man's chair because a man looked really adorable hanging there when unclothed in a certain way. (It totally did Morning Glory.) That it made men shorter than any women in a room seemed like a plus, but then I was female. These days, especially in the city, I'd seen men leave a room in disgust if they saw one. Not Morning Glory! Probably furnished it here himself, stage managing, to spike the drama. Legs wide, crouching—his hands above his knees, framing his crotch—eyes narrowed and on me, his body language firmed up my perception of him.

Performatively male, sure of his good looks.

Aggressive.

Dominant.

He addressed Shugh still meeting my gaze. "Steamed Milk and Sugar—can I call you Milk? How does it feel working as her protégé? Do we live in progressive times?"

Hint, hint! I am a #gender #fiction #writer. If you think a hanger chair in this Basic Instincts scene is peculiar, realize that it is a male-oriented gender domination device analogous to what stiletto heels achieve physically with women in our society. Like many women today, Morning Glory is "owning" it (trying anyway) and changing the device's meaning.

[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]

#BoostingIsSharing

#author
#cozy #mystery #sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory

#PennedPossibilities 1120: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

Bolt is acting as the photographer for her friend Shugh as he interviews a male diva actor for a magazine similar to The New Yorker. Hers is a woman-centric society. The scene in this #excerpt hints that Bolt can be sexist as the actor being interviewed needles her.

Upstairs, Shugh hit it off with Morning Glory. Both men sought careers not often occupied by men. The actor-playwright became more animated as the magazine interview progressed, allowing me with my camera to fade into the background of the plush upper lounge of the theatre. By the time the long-legged delicate man started pacing as he told his life story, I had gleaned that his tale was glorified and larger-than life, like the man, his persona, his masks. His elegant pacing allowed me to move with my Flicka4, steadying myself using the back of a gilt divan, a bamboo formed-steel torchere lamp (one of pair), and then a black marble tea table to as I composed pictures of a celebrity, but a man, lost in thoughts about inflating the image he presented the world, finally dropping his actor's mask. I caught the sparkle in his eye. I caught flamboyant hands thrown wide, later framing his face as he sang a note. I caught an absentminded sneer aimed at an unnamed actress who'd worked to derail his entertainment career.

"I'm changing the way women perceive men," he declared. He sat abruptly on a hanger chair, one of those short shallow chairs built with a bench seat of a single plank of wood, finely finished glowing golden oak but uncushioned; it barely supported his thighs in deference to his hips, forcing the man to crouch. Also called a man's chair because a man looked really adorable hanging there when unclothed in a certain way. (It totally did Morning Glory.) That it made men shorter than any women in a room seemed like a plus, but then I was female. These days, especially in the city, I'd seen men leave a room in disgust if they saw one. Not Morning Glory! Probably furnished it here himself, stage managing, to spike the drama. Legs wide, crouching—his hands above his knees, framing his crotch—eyes narrowed and on me, his body language firmed up my perception of him.

Performatively male, sure of his good looks.

Aggressive.

Dominant.

He addressed Shugh still meeting my gaze. "Steamed Milk and Sugar—can I call you Milk? How does it feel working as her protégé? Do we live in progressive times?"

Hint, hint! I am a #gender #fiction #writer. If you think a hanger chair in this Basic Instincts scene is peculiar, realize that it is a male-oriented gender domination device analogous to what stiletto heels achieve physically with women in our society. Like many women today, Morning Glory is "owning" it (trying anyway) and changing the device's meaning.

[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]

#BoostingIsSharing

#author
#cozy #mystery #sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory

#PennedPossibilities 1120: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

Bolt is acting as the photographer for her friend Shugh as he interviews a male diva actor for a magazine similar to The New Yorker. Hers is a woman-centric society. The scene in this #excerpt hints that Bolt can be sexist as the actor being interviewed needles her.

Upstairs, Shugh hit it off with Morning Glory. Both men sought careers not often occupied by men. The actor-playwright became more animated as the magazine interview progressed, allowing me with my camera to fade into the background of the plush upper lounge of the theatre. By the time the long-legged delicate man started pacing as he told his life story, I had gleaned that his tale was glorified and larger-than life, like the man, his persona, his masks. His elegant pacing allowed me to move with my Flicka4, steadying myself using the back of a gilt divan, a bamboo formed-steel torchere lamp (one of pair), and then a black marble tea table to as I composed pictures of a celebrity, but a man, lost in thoughts about inflating the image he presented the world, finally dropping his actor's mask. I caught the sparkle in his eye. I caught flamboyant hands thrown wide, later framing his face as he sang a note. I caught an absentminded sneer aimed at an unnamed actress who'd worked to derail his entertainment career.

"I'm changing the way women perceive men," he declared. He sat abruptly on a hanger chair, one of those short shallow chairs built with a bench seat of a single plank of wood, finely finished glowing golden oak but uncushioned; it barely supported his thighs in deference to his hips, forcing the man to crouch. Also called a man's chair because a man looked really adorable hanging there when unclothed in a certain way. (It totally did Morning Glory.) That it made men shorter than any women in a room seemed like a plus, but then I was female. These days, especially in the city, I'd seen men leave a room in disgust if they saw one. Not Morning Glory! Probably furnished it here himself, stage managing, to spike the drama. Legs wide, crouching—his hands above his knees, framing his crotch—eyes narrowed and on me, his body language firmed up my perception of him.

Performatively male, sure of his good looks.

Aggressive.

Dominant.

He addressed Shugh still meeting my gaze. "Steamed Milk and Sugar—can I call you Milk? How does it feel working as her protégé? Do we live in progressive times?"

Hint, hint! I am a #gender #fiction #writer. If you think a hanger chair in this Basic Instincts scene is peculiar, realize that it is a male-oriented gender domination device analogous to what stiletto heels achieve physically with women in our society. Like many women today, Morning Glory is "owning" it (trying anyway) and changing the device's meaning.

[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]

#BoostingIsSharing

#author
#cozy #mystery #sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory

#PennedPossibilities 1120: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

There was room for entertainment and he was making off with fresh comics and a couple shooting games with appropriate gun controllers and goggles. Not that what he had was bad, but he'd always seen that sort of thing as really old. If he'd been serious, he could have gotten some glove controllers, but he'd gotten sticker shock on it and decided his current reality was exciting enough without bringing virtual reality too far into it. The goggles could be used for augmented reality and that was plenty for a shooting gallery.

Honestly, how could anyone find space so boring that they need to escape into a new reality entirely? he smirked to himself, then lost it as he realized it would have been perfect for the trips between the two stars. He thought on it and checked his funds. I'm not that desperate.

#PennedPossibilities 1120: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

There was room for entertainment and he was making off with fresh comics and a couple shooting games with appropriate gun controllers and goggles. Not that what he had was bad, but he'd always seen that sort of thing as really old. If he'd been serious, he could have gotten some glove controllers, but he'd gotten sticker shock on it and decided his current reality was exciting enough without bringing virtual reality too far into it. The goggles could be used for augmented reality and that was plenty for a shooting gallery.

Honestly, how could anyone find space so boring that they need to escape into a new reality entirely? he smirked to himself, then frowned as he realized it would have been perfect for the trips between the two stars. He thought on it and checked his funds. I'm not that desperate.

#PennedPossibilities 1120: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

There was room for entertainment and he was making off with fresh comics and a couple shooting games with appropriate gun controllers and goggles. Not that what he had was bad, but he'd always seen that sort of thing as really old. If he'd been serious, he could have gotten some glove controllers, but he'd gotten sticker shock on it and decided his current reality was exciting enough without bringing virtual reality too far into it. The goggles could be used for augmented reality and that was plenty for a shooting gallery.

Honestly, how could anyone find space so boring that they need to escape into a new reality entirely? he smirked to himself, then lost it as he realized it would have been perfect for the trips between the two stars. He thought on it and checked his funds. I'm not that desperate.

#PennedPossibilities 1120: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

There was room for entertainment and he was making off with fresh comics and a couple shooting games with appropriate gun controllers and goggles. Not that what he had was bad, but he'd always seen that sort of thing as really old. If he'd been serious, he could have gotten some glove controllers, but he'd gotten sticker shock on it and decided his current reality was exciting enough without bringing virtual reality too far into it. The goggles could be used for augmented reality and that was plenty for a shooting gallery.

Honestly, how could anyone find space so boring that they need to escape into a new reality entirely? he smirked to himself, then lost it as he realized it would have been perfect for the trips between the two stars. He thought on it and checked his funds. I'm not that desperate.

#PennedPossibilities 1120: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

There was room for entertainment and he was making off with fresh comics and a couple shooting games with appropriate gun controllers and goggles. Not that what he had was bad, but he'd always seen that sort of thing as really old. If he'd been serious, he could have gotten some glove controllers, but he'd gotten sticker shock on it and decided his current reality was exciting enough without bringing virtual reality too far into it. The goggles could be used for augmented reality and that was plenty for a shooting gallery.

Honestly, how could anyone find space so boring that they need to escape into a new reality entirely? he smirked to himself, then lost it as he realized it would have been perfect for the trips between the two stars. He thought on it and checked his funds. I'm not that desperate.

#PennedPossibilities 1119: MC POV: How did you learn your most valuable skill? Who taught you, and why is it so important?

For Ethan, strictly speaking, his most valuable skill is piloting. He did that on the government's dime in flight school so he could be useful and hopefully far from Earth in space.

That said, he has a lot of soft skills born from a life of walking on eggshells with his extended family. He's observant. Abnormally so. He's also able to bullshit well, which generally serves him well in any case where he needs to pass more than casual muster.

#PennedPossibilities 1119: MC POV: How did you learn your most valuable skill? Who taught you, and why is it so important?

For Ethan, strictly speaking, his most valuable skill is piloting. He did that on the government's dime in flight school so he could be useful and hopefully far from Earth in space.

That said, he has a lot of soft skills born from a life of walking on eggshells with his extended family. He's observant. Abnormally so. He's also able to bullshit well, which generally serves him well in any case where he needs to pass more than casual muster.

#PennedPossibilities 1119: MC POV: How did you learn your most valuable skill? Who taught you, and why is it so important?

For Ethan, strictly speaking, his most valuable skill is piloting. He did that on the government's dime in flight school so he could be useful and hopefully far from Earth in space.

That said, he has a lot of soft skills born from a life of walking on eggshells with his extended family. He's observant. Abnormally so. He's also able to bullshit well, which generally serves him well in any case where he needs to pass more than casual muster.

#PennedPossibilities 1119: MC POV: How did you learn your most valuable skill? Who taught you, and why is it so important?

For Ethan, strictly speaking, his most valuable skill is piloting. He did that on the government's dime in flight school so he could be useful and hopefully far from Earth in space.

That said, he has a lot of soft skills born from a life of walking on eggshells with his extended family. He's observant. Abnormally so. He's also able to bullshit well, which generally serves him well in any case where he needs to pass more than casual muster.

#PennedPossibilities 1119: MC POV: How did you learn your most valuable skill? Who taught you, and why is it so important?

For Ethan, strictly speaking, his most valuable skill is piloting. He did that on the government's dime in flight school so he could be useful and hopefully far from Earth in space.

That said, he has a lot of soft skills born from a life of walking on eggshells with his extended family. He's observant. Abnormally so. He's also able to bullshit well, which generally serves him well in any case where he needs to pass more than casual muster.

#PennedPossibilities Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

Kids go to drive-in cinema with parents to see "Mary Poppins". As credits are rolling up te screen at the end they hear over the speakers a friend calling for help, and an adult voice threatening her. They call at her house on the way home and find that she has been kidnapped.
#WIP #AmWriting

#PennedPossibilities Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

Kids go to drive-in cinema with parents to see "Mary Poppins". As credits are rolling up te screen at the end they hear over the speakers a friend calling for help, and an adult voice threatening her. They call at her house on the way home and find that she has been kidnapped.
#WIP #AmWriting

#PennedPossibilities Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

Kids go to drive-in cinema with parents to see "Mary Poppins". As credits are rolling up te screen at the end they hear over the speakers a friend calling for help, and an adult voice threatening her. They call at her house on the way home and find that she has been kidnapped.
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#PennedPossibilities Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

Kids go to drive-in cinema with parents to see "Mary Poppins". As credits are rolling up te screen at the end they hear over the speakers a friend calling for help, and an adult voice threatening her. They call at her house on the way home and find that she has been kidnapped.
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#PennedPossibilities Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

WIP is about depression. It's a challenge to articulate the experience, and I'm also trying to inject at least some (admittedly dark) humor into it. Whether this thing can ever be entertaining, I don't know.

#PennedPossibilities Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

WIP is about depression. It's a challenge to articulate the experience, and I'm also trying to inject at least some (admittedly dark) humor into it. Whether this thing can ever be entertaining, I don't know.

#PennedPossibilities Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

WIP is about depression. It's a challenge to articulate the experience, and I'm also trying to inject at least some (admittedly dark) humor into it. Whether this thing can ever be entertaining, I don't know.

#PennedPossibilities Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

WIP is about depression. It's a challenge to articulate the experience, and I'm also trying to inject at least some (admittedly dark) humor into it. Whether this thing can ever be entertaining, I don't know.

#PennedPossibilities Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

WIP is about depression. It's a challenge to articulate the experience, and I'm also trying to inject at least some (admittedly dark) humor into it. Whether this thing can ever be entertaining, I don't know.

RE: https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/112497915608418589

#PennedPossibilities 1119: MC POV: How did you learn your most valuable skill? Who taught you, and why is it so important?

[I will keep Bolt SFW, promise! Tl;dr tootfic follows, nevertheless.—RS]

A surprising number of my skills are self-taught. I must be a genius, even if'n I've done a lot of stupid things. My most valuable skill is flying, naturally being as I'm a day angel, but flight kindergarten failed me epically. Everybody fledged but me by 3. Despite the incentive of being picked on by all the girls in school (boys knew better), it took being shoved off a cliff at 10 before I flew, and then but for Mom and Uncle teaching me to land, I taught myself everything else. Turned out live'n in the world 3D is—My Stars!— flapping awesome, not at all frightening as I'd wound up myself into thinking. Flew into my share of lamp posts, but still, flap'n it! Spending more time a-wing than walking, I became an athlete, captaining the flight and field team, learning stunt flying, flight dance, and tandem. None of it more valuable than walking and running for the flightless in the long run, except, I guess, tandem.

They teach you never to fly close to anybody. I remember distancing from flight kindergarten. It was reiterated by every PE teacher there after. Knock it into your head, they do. A "primary feather length at wing tip; your height above." Feather fields will tangle if'n you're too close. You'll lose lift, they say, maybe crash, but that never made sense to me having learnt to fly late.

I experimented with all sort of crazy, consider'n that I skated out of most of the knocking of "flight stuff into my head" for the seven years everybody else was flying and I wasn't. I dove hard into precision flying, which meant warping my flight feathers hard, sometimes twisting the up and down fields to push away from or get sucked toward things like cliff walls or between tree trunks in a dense forest. Called decompensating. Dangerous? For you, unadventurous noob, maybe! I finally could get a finger length close to things—close enough to suck your hair and feathers against bark, rockface, and occasional stupid people who do their deer in the lantern light imitation seeing you, they think, flying into them—so why not boys? (Girls thought me a masculine muscle nerd! Their loss.)

While I found victims volunteers to fly near me in middle school, it was that first semester in high school that I perfected my awareness of my wings in space, and theirs, close up, and got boys to understand what I'd learnt. It helped that in high school, finally, the boys were less shy (especially the seniors) and dangling flying with us touching really helped incentivize them. Me, too, actually. I got better. They got better, caught the tandem fever, though we got chewed out by Coach when she saw, before she stopped noticing since we didn't kill ourselves. Our team morale soared. We started winning. I became captain of an otherwise male team. I got my string of ponies (stallions only).

Good times.

Valuable? Actually, valuable?

Well, a dozen years and lots of stupid decisions later, I have a friend, Blue, who is a praetorian training to protect Rainy Days. We encountered her in the sky, and I ended up flying stunts around the guy with her mirroring and challenging my agility, pushing me harder, apparently to test my limits, and to piss me off. I'm too competitive for my own good! She correctly figured out it was me who taught Blue flying tandem; it was the definitive skill that got him a job that was very unlikely for a guy to get.

Rainy Days praised me. She's far better at tandem techniques than me. Still. The Director of Home and the Nine Outer worlds praised me. My Stars!!!

Valuable? Flap yes!

Yet. Even considering when she left with Blue, the stress of me stupidly challenging the most important woman ever shot me out of the sky. I nearly crashed trying to land, then puked so hard, I thought some of my liver came up.

I still would challenge her again, given the chance. [Big words, Bolt! Read the quoted story for the second round. —RS]

[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]

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RE: https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/112497915608418589

#PennedPossibilities 1119: MC POV: How did you learn your most valuable skill? Who taught you, and why is it so important?

[I will keep Bolt SFW, promise! Tl;dr tootfic follows, nevertheless.—RS]

A surprising number of my skills are self-taught. I must be a genius, even if'n I've done a lot of stupid things. My most valuable skill is flying, naturally being as I'm a day angel, but flight kindergarten failed me epically. Everybody fledged but me by 3. Despite the incentive of being picked on by all the girls in school (boys knew better), it took being shoved off a cliff at 10 before I flew, and then but for Mom and Uncle teaching me to land, I taught myself everything else. Turned out live'n in the world 3D is—My Stars!— flapping awesome, not at all frightening as I'd wound up myself into thinking. Flew into my share of lamp posts, but still, flap'n it! Spending more time a-wing than walking, I became an athlete, captaining the flight and field team, learning stunt flying, flight dance, and tandem. None of it more valuable than walking and running for the flightless in the long run, except, I guess, tandem.

They teach you never to fly close to anybody. I remember distancing from flight kindergarten. It was reiterated by every PE teacher there after. Knock it into your head, they do. A "primary feather length at wing tip; your height above." Feather fields will tangle if'n you're too close. You'll lose lift, they say, maybe crash, but that never made sense to me having learnt to fly late.

I experimented with all sort of crazy, consider'n that I skated out of most of the knocking of "flight stuff into my head" for the seven years everybody else was flying and I wasn't. I dove hard into precision flying, which meant warping my flight feathers hard, sometimes twisting the up and down fields to push away from or get sucked toward things like cliff walls or between tree trunks in a dense forest. Called decompensating. Dangerous? For you, unadventurous noob, maybe! I finally could get a finger length close to things—close enough to suck your hair and feathers against bark, rockface, and occasional stupid people who do their deer in the lantern light imitation seeing you, they think, flying into them—so why not boys? (Girls thought me a masculine muscle nerd! Their loss.)

While I found victims volunteers to fly near me in middle school, it was that first semester in high school that I perfected my awareness of my wings in space, and theirs, close up, and got boys to understand what I'd learnt. It helped that in high school, finally, the boys were less shy (especially the seniors) and dangling flying with us touching really helped incentivize them. Me, too, actually. I got better. They got better, caught the tandem fever, though we got chewed out by Coach when she saw, before she stopped noticing since we didn't kill ourselves. Our team morale soared. We started winning. I became captain of an otherwise male team. I got my string of ponies (stallions only).

Good times.

Valuable? Actually, valuable?

Well, a dozen years and lots of stupid decisions later, I have a friend, Blue, who is a praetorian training to protect Rainy Days. We encountered her in the sky, and I ended up flying stunts around the guy with her mirroring and challenging my agility, pushing me harder, apparently to test my limits, and to piss me off. I'm too competitive for my own good! She correctly figured out it was me who taught Blue flying tandem; it was the definitive skill that got him a job that was very unlikely for a guy to get.

Rainy Days praised me. She's far better at tandem techniques than me. Still. The Director of Home and the Nine Outer worlds praised me. My Stars!!!

Valuable? Flap yes!

Yet. Even considering when she left with Blue, the stress of me stupidly challenging the most important woman ever shot me out of the sky. I nearly crashed trying to land, then puked so hard, I thought some of my liver came up.

I still would challenge her again, given the chance. [Big words, Bolt! Read the quoted story for the second round. —RS]

[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]

#BoostingIsSharing

#gender #fiction #writer #author
#cozy #mystery #sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
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RE: https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/112497915608418589

#PennedPossibilities 1119: MC POV: How did you learn your most valuable skill? Who taught you, and why is it so important?

[I will keep Bolt SFW, promise! Tl;dr tootfic follows, nevertheless.—RS]

A surprising number of my skills are self-taught. I must be a genius, even if'n I've done a lot of stupid things. My most valuable skill is flying, naturally being as I'm a day angel, but flight kindergarten failed me epically. Everybody fledged but me by 3. Despite the incentive of being picked on by all the girls in school (boys knew better), it took being shoved off a cliff at 10 before I flew, and then but for Mom and Uncle teaching me to land, I taught myself everything else. Turned out live'n in the world 3D is—My Stars!— flapping awesome, not at all frightening as I'd wound up myself into thinking. Flew into my share of lamp posts, but still, flap'n it! Spending more time a-wing than walking, I became an athlete, captaining the flight and field team, learning stunt flying, flight dance, and tandem. None of it more valuable than walking and running for the flightless in the long run, except, I guess, tandem.

They teach you never to fly close to anybody. I remember distancing from flight kindergarten. It was reiterated by every PE teacher there after. Knock it into your head, they do. A "primary feather length at wing tip; your height above." Feather fields will tangle if'n you're too close. You'll lose lift, they say, maybe crash, but that never made sense to me having learnt to fly late.

I experimented with all sort of crazy, consider'n that I skated out of most of the knocking of "flight stuff into my head" for the seven years everybody else was flying and I wasn't. I dove hard into precision flying, which meant warping my flight feathers hard, sometimes twisting the up and down fields to push away from or get sucked toward things like cliff walls or between tree trunks in a dense forest. Called decompensating. Dangerous? For you, unadventurous noob, maybe! I finally could get a finger length close to things—close enough to suck your hair and feathers against bark, rockface, and occasional stupid people who do their deer in the lantern light imitation seeing you, they think, flying into them—so why not boys? (Girls thought me a masculine muscle nerd! Their loss.)

While I found victims volunteers to fly near me in middle school, it was that first semester in high school that I perfected my awareness of my wings in space, and theirs, close up, and got boys to understand what I'd learnt. It helped that in high school, finally, the boys were less shy (especially the seniors) and dangling flying with us touching really helped incentivize them. Me, too, actually. I got better. They got better, caught the tandem fever, though we got chewed out by Coach when she saw, before she stopped noticing since we didn't kill ourselves. Our team morale soared. We started winning. I became captain of an otherwise male team. I got my string of ponies (stallions only).

Good times.

Valuable? Actually, valuable?

Well, a dozen years and lots of stupid decisions later, I have a friend, Blue, who is a praetorian training to protect Rainy Days. We encountered her in the sky, and I ended up flying stunts around the guy with her mirroring and challenging my agility, pushing me harder, apparently to test my limits, and to piss me off. I'm too competitive for my own good! She correctly figured out it was me who taught Blue flying tandem; it was the definitive skill that got him a job that was very unlikely for a guy to get.

Rainy Days praised me. She's far better at tandem techniques than me. Still. The Director of Home and the Nine Outer worlds praised me. My Stars!!!

Valuable? Flap yes!

Yet. Even considering when she left with Blue, the stress of me stupidly challenging the most important woman ever shot me out of the sky. I nearly crashed trying to land, then puked so hard, I thought some of my liver came up.

I still would challenge her again, given the chance. [Big words, Bolt! Read the quoted story for the second round. —RS]

[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]

#BoostingIsSharing

#gender #fiction #writer #author
#cozy #mystery #sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory

RE: https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/112497915608418589

#PennedPossibilities 1119: MC POV: How did you learn your most valuable skill? Who taught you, and why is it so important?

[I will keep Bolt SFW, promise! Tl;dr tootfic follows, nevertheless.—RS]

A surprising number of my skills are self-taught. I must be a genius, even if'n I've done a lot of stupid things. My most valuable skill is flying, naturally being as I'm a day angel, but flight kindergarten failed me epically. Everybody fledged but me by 3. Despite the incentive of being picked on by all the girls in school (boys knew better), it took being shoved off a cliff at 10 before I flew, and then but for Mom and Uncle teaching me to land, I taught myself everything else. Turned out live'n in the world 3D is—My Stars!— flapping awesome, not at all frightening as I'd wound up myself into thinking. Flew into my share of lamp posts, but still, flap'n it! Spending more time a-wing than walking, I became an athlete, captaining the flight and field team, learning stunt flying, flight dance, and tandem. None of it more valuable than walking and running for the flightless in the long run, except, I guess, tandem.

They teach you never to fly close to anybody. I remember distancing from flight kindergarten. It was reiterated by every PE teacher there after. Knock it into your head, they do. A "primary feather length at wing tip; your height above." Feather fields will tangle if'n you're too close. You'll lose lift, they say, maybe crash, but that never made sense to me having learnt to fly late.

I experimented with all sort of crazy, consider'n that I skated out of most of the knocking of "flight stuff into my head" for the seven years everybody else was flying and I wasn't. I dove hard into precision flying, which meant warping my flight feathers hard, sometimes twisting the up and down fields to push away from or get sucked toward things like cliff walls or between tree trunks in a dense forest. Called decompensating. Dangerous? For you, unadventurous noob, maybe! I finally could get a finger length close to things—close enough to suck your hair and feathers against bark, rockface, and occasional stupid people who do their deer in the lantern light imitation seeing you, they think, flying into them—so why not boys? (Girls thought me a masculine muscle nerd! Their loss.)

While I found victims volunteers to fly near me in middle school, it was that first semester in high school that I perfected my awareness of my wings in space, and theirs, close up, and got boys to understand what I'd learnt. It helped that in high school, finally, the boys were less shy (especially the seniors) and dangling flying with us touching really helped incentivize them. Me, too, actually. I got better. They got better, caught the tandem fever, though we got chewed out by Coach when she saw, before she stopped noticing since we didn't kill ourselves. Our team morale soared. We started winning. I became captain of an otherwise male team. I got my string of ponies (stallions only).

Good times.

Valuable? Actually, valuable?

Well, a dozen years and lots of stupid decisions later, I have a friend, Blue, who is a praetorian training to protect Rainy Days. We encountered her in the sky, and I ended up flying stunts around the guy with her mirroring and challenging my agility, pushing me harder, apparently to test my limits, and to piss me off. I'm too competitive for my own good! She correctly figured out it was me who taught Blue flying tandem; it was the definitive skill that got him a job that was very unlikely for a guy to get.

Rainy Days praised me. She's far better at tandem techniques than me. Still. The Director of Home and the Nine Outer worlds praised me. My Stars!!!

Valuable? Flap yes!

Yet. Even considering when she left with Blue, the stress of me stupidly challenging the most important woman ever shot me out of the sky. I nearly crashed trying to land, then puked so hard, I thought some of my liver came up.

I still would challenge her again, given the chance. [Big words, Bolt! Read the quoted story for the second round. —RS]

[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]

#BoostingIsSharing

#gender #fiction #writer #author
#cozy #mystery #sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory

RE: https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/112497915608418589

#PennedPossibilities 1119: MC POV: How did you learn your most valuable skill? Who taught you, and why is it so important?

[I will keep Bolt SFW, promise! Tl;dr tootfic follows, nevertheless.—RS]

A surprising number of my skills are self-taught. I must be a genius, even if'n I've done a lot of stupid things. My most valuable skill is flying, naturally being as I'm a day angel, but flight kindergarten failed me epically. Everybody fledged but me by 3. Despite the incentive of being picked on by all the girls in school (boys knew better), it took being shoved off a cliff at 10 before I flew, and then but for Mom and Uncle teaching me to land, I taught myself everything else. Turned out live'n in the world 3D is—My Stars!— flapping awesome, not at all frightening as I'd wound up myself into thinking. Flew into my share of lamp posts, but still, flap'n it! Spending more time a-wing than walking, I became an athlete, captaining the flight and field team, learning stunt flying, flight dance, and tandem. None of it more valuable than walking and running for the flightless in the long run, except, I guess, tandem.

They teach you never to fly close to anybody. I remember distancing from flight kindergarten. It was reiterated by every PE teacher there after. Knock it into your head, they do. A "primary feather length at wing tip; your height above." Feather fields will tangle if'n you're too close. You'll lose lift, they say, maybe crash, but that never made sense to me having learnt to fly late.

I experimented with all sort of crazy, consider'n that I skated out of most of the knocking of "flight stuff into my head" for the seven years everybody else was flying and I wasn't. I dove hard into precision flying, which meant warping my flight feathers hard, sometimes twisting the up and down fields to push away from or get sucked toward things like cliff walls or between tree trunks in a dense forest. Called decompensating. Dangerous? For you, unadventurous noob, maybe! I finally could get a finger length close to things—close enough to suck your hair and feathers against bark, rockface, and occasional stupid people who do their deer in the lantern light imitation seeing you, they think, flying into them—so why not boys? (Girls thought me a masculine muscle nerd! Their loss.)

While I found victims volunteers to fly near me in middle school, it was that first semester in high school that I perfected my awareness of my wings in space, and theirs, close up, and got boys to understand what I'd learnt. It helped that in high school, finally, the boys were less shy (especially the seniors) and dangling flying with us touching really helped incentivize them. Me, too, actually. I got better. They got better, caught the tandem fever, though we got chewed out by Coach when she saw, before she stopped noticing since we didn't kill ourselves. Our team morale soared. We started winning. I became captain of an otherwise male team. I got my string of ponies (stallions only).

Good times.

Valuable? Actually, valuable?

Well, a dozen years and lots of stupid decisions later, I have a friend, Blue, who is a praetorian training to protect Rainy Days. We encountered her in the sky, and I ended up flying stunts around the guy with her mirroring and challenging my agility, pushing me harder, apparently to test my limits, and to piss me off. I'm too competitive for my own good! She correctly figured out it was me who taught Blue flying tandem; it was the definitive skill that got him a job that was very unlikely for a guy to get.

Rainy Days praised me. She's far better at tandem techniques than me. Still. The Director of Home and the Nine Outer worlds praised me. My Stars!!!

Valuable? Flap yes!

Yet. Even considering when she left with Blue, the stress of me stupidly challenging the most important woman ever shot me out of the sky. I nearly crashed trying to land, then puked so hard, I thought some of my liver came up.

I still would challenge her again, given the chance. [Big words, Bolt! Read the quoted story for the second round. —RS]

[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]

#BoostingIsSharing

#gender #fiction #writer #author
#cozy #mystery #sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory

#PennedPossibilities 1120: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

I ended up ordering the roast duckling and peaches in Chartreuse jelly. The first was excellent, while the grassy flavor of the second didn’t agree with me.

Emily used the ivy growing on a trellis next to our seating to sneak sips of my consommé, while I indulged in oysters and a Champagne cocktail.

Bijou the Time Traveling Ghost:

#NMPP #NMPrompts #TimeTravelingGhost

#PennedPossibilities 1120: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

I ended up ordering the roast duckling and peaches in Chartreuse jelly. The first was excellent, while the grassy flavor of the second didn’t agree with me.

Emily used the ivy growing on a trellis next to our seating to sneak sips of my consommé, while I indulged in oysters and a Champagne cocktail.

Bijou the Time Traveling Ghost:

#NMPP #NMPrompts #TimeTravelingGhost

#PennedPossibilities 1120: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “entertainment.”

I ended up ordering the roast duckling and peaches in Chartreuse jelly. The first was excellent, while the grassy flavor of the second didn’t agree with me.

Emily used the ivy growing on a trellis next to our seating to sneak sips of my consommé, while I indulged in oysters and a Champagne cocktail.

Bijou the Time Traveling Ghost:

#NMPP #NMPrompts #TimeTravelingGhost