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This Friday's (May 15) NuBossa Groove in #KingstonNY with #StephenRJohnson #NuBossa at the #roughdraft 5:30 hit
Have a beer, read a book and support local booksellers and artists -
This Friday's (May 15) NuBossa Groove in #KingstonNY with #StephenRJohnson #NuBossa at the #roughdraft 5:30 hit
Have a beer, read a book and support local booksellers and artists -
This Friday's (May 15) NuBossa Groove in #KingstonNY with #StephenRJohnson #NuBossa at the #roughdraft 5:30 hit
Have a beer, read a book and support local booksellers and artists -
This Friday's (May 15) NuBossa Groove in #KingstonNY with #StephenRJohnson #NuBossa at the #roughdraft 5:30 hit
Have a beer, read a book and support local booksellers and artists -
Dreamspore shroom-folk #sketch 🍄
#mushroom #girl #myconid #fantasy #art #drawing #roughdraft #wip #arist #lines #worldbuilding #fungus #fungal #lady #spore #nature #fantasyart #artistsonmastodon #MastoArt
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#PennedPossibilities 912 — Describe your MC to us. (Looks, flaws, character attributes, their struggles, etc.)
I'm going to have to pass. I'm working on a section where Ume is really down on herself. I don't want to interrupt that headspace till I'm done with the section.
Snip #WIP #RoughDraft
I’d messed up badly. Not only had I frozen and gotten Matsumoto hurt, but I’d ruined the vision we were following. Matsumoto had been with us in the Katasu vision, but now she had gone home. Shishi should be yelling at me, not comforting me. Glorious me was going to protect her. Right, instead, she was comforting the big baby.
When we reached the tunnel, she finally spoke. “We should chant. Those hands were creepy.”
She was right, and I should have thought of that. But no, I was too busy wallowing in my own shame.
End snip
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#PennedPossibilities 912 — Describe your MC to us. (Looks, flaws, character attributes, their struggles, etc.)
I'm going to have to pass. I'm working on a section where Ume is really down on herself. I don't want to interrupt that headspace till I'm done with the section.
Snip #WIP #RoughDraft
I’d messed up badly. Not only had I frozen and gotten Matsumoto hurt, but I’d ruined the vision we were following. Matsumoto had been with us in the Katasu vision, but now she had gone home. Shishi should be yelling at me, not comforting me. Glorious me was going to protect her. Right, instead, she was comforting the big baby.
When we reached the tunnel, she finally spoke. “We should chant. Those hands were creepy.”
She was right, and I should have thought of that. But no, I was too busy wallowing in my own shame.
End snip
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#PennedPossibilities 912 — Describe your MC to us. (Looks, flaws, character attributes, their struggles, etc.)
I'm going to have to pass. I'm working on a section where Ume is really down on herself. I don't want to interrupt that headspace till I'm done with the section.
Snip #WIP #RoughDraft
I’d messed up badly. Not only had I frozen and gotten Matsumoto hurt, but I’d ruined the vision we were following. Matsumoto had been with us in the Katasu vision, but now she had gone home. Shishi should be yelling at me, not comforting me. Glorious me was going to protect her. Right, instead, she was comforting the big baby.
When we reached the tunnel, she finally spoke. “We should chant. Those hands were creepy.”
She was right, and I should have thought of that. But no, I was too busy wallowing in my own shame.
End snip
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#PennedPossibilities 912 — Describe your MC to us. (Looks, flaws, character attributes, their struggles, etc.)
I'm going to have to pass. I'm working on a section where Ume is really down on herself. I don't want to interrupt that headspace till I'm done with the section.
Snip #WIP #RoughDraft
I’d messed up badly. Not only had I frozen and gotten Matsumoto hurt, but I’d ruined the vision we were following. Matsumoto had been with us in the Katasu vision, but now she had gone home. Shishi should be yelling at me, not comforting me. Glorious me was going to protect her. Right, instead, she was comforting the big baby.
When we reached the tunnel, she finally spoke. “We should chant. Those hands were creepy.”
She was right, and I should have thought of that. But no, I was too busy wallowing in my own shame.
End snip
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#PennedPossibilities 912 — Describe your MC to us. (Looks, flaws, character attributes, their struggles, etc.)
I'm going to have to pass. I'm working on a section where Ume is really down on herself. I don't want to interrupt that headspace till I'm done with the section.
Snip #WIP #RoughDraft
I’d messed up badly. Not only had I frozen and gotten Matsumoto hurt, but I’d ruined the vision we were following. Matsumoto had been with us in the Katasu vision, but now she had gone home. Shishi should be yelling at me, not comforting me. Glorious me was going to protect her. Right, instead, she was comforting the big baby.
When we reached the tunnel, she finally spoke. “We should chant. Those hands were creepy.”
She was right, and I should have thought of that. But no, I was too busy wallowing in my own shame.
End snip
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Anyone wanna read the mostly-finished-maybe rough drafts of my ttrpg stuff and tell me if it/they seem to work?
#ttrpg #ttrpgs #park #roughdraft #draft
Not-exactly-related link: https://sweepwidget.com/c/96411-4xdluptw
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This week’s #SundayLit prompt is: Time
Snip "Bijou the Time Traveling Ghost," #WIP #RoughDraft
“Yeah, I can’t see myself building a raft and paddling out to the pyramids. I don’t suppose we could just time-travel over there? We don’t seem limited spacially when doing it. And it doesn’t seem as taxing as dematerialization.”
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This week’s #SundayLit prompt is: Time
Snip "Bijou the Time Traveling Ghost," #WIP #RoughDraft
“Yeah, I can’t see myself building a raft and paddling out to the pyramids. I don’t suppose we could just time-travel over there? We don’t seem limited spacially when doing it. And it doesn’t seem as taxing as dematerialization.”
End Snip
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This week’s #SundayLit prompt is: Time
Snip "Bijou the Time Traveling Ghost," #WIP #RoughDraft
“Yeah, I can’t see myself building a raft and paddling out to the pyramids. I don’t suppose we could just time-travel over there? We don’t seem limited spacially when doing it. And it doesn’t seem as taxing as dematerialization.”
End Snip
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- #WordWeavers 23 first and last MC dialogue
- #ScribesAndMakers 23 pigeon drive the train?
First: “You shouldn’t,” I replied. “That’s a graveyard, and she’s dead.”
Last ** Snip #WIP #RoughDraft KonbiniIdol**
The train doors opened with a hiss, and we stepped inside. Underfoot, cicada corpses crunched. They were scattered around the door like Christmas snow the wind had blown in. The seats were empty except for items passengers might have left behind: a girl’s sailor suit, a briefcase, and an elf’s hat.
I pointed to one of the seats in the front. In it sat a pigeon, pecking at a cicada. Next to it was a Western-style conductor’s hat.
"At least one of them isn't driving," Shishi said.
"I wouldn't be so sure," I replied.
End Snip
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- #WordWeavers 23 first and last MC dialogue
- #ScribesAndMakers 23 pigeon drive the train?
First: “You shouldn’t,” I replied. “That’s a graveyard, and she’s dead.”
Last Snip #WIP #RoughDraft KonbiniIdol
The train doors opened with a hiss, and we stepped inside. Underfoot, cicada corpses crunched. They were scattered around the door like Christmas snow the wind had blown in. The seats were empty except for items passengers might have left behind: a girl’s sailor suit, a briefcase, and an elf’s hat.
I pointed to one of the seats in the front. In it sat a pigeon, pecking at a cicada. Next to it was a Western-style conductor’s hat.
"At least one of them isn't driving," Shishi said.
"I wouldn't be so sure," I replied.
End Snip
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- #WordWeavers 23 first and last MC dialogue
- #ScribesAndMakers 23 pigeon drive the train?
First: “You shouldn’t,” I replied. “That’s a graveyard, and she’s dead.”
Last Snip #WIP #RoughDraft KonbiniIdol
The train doors opened with a hiss, and we stepped inside. Underfoot, cicada corpses crunched. They were scattered around the door like Christmas snow the wind had blown in. The seats were empty except for items passengers might have left behind: a girl’s sailor suit, a briefcase, and an elf’s hat.
I pointed to one of the seats in the front. In it sat a pigeon, pecking at a cicada. Next to it was a Western-style conductor’s hat.
"At least one of them isn't driving," Shishi said.
"I wouldn't be so sure," I replied.
End Snip
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- #WordWeavers 23 first and last MC dialogue
- #ScribesAndMakers 23 pigeon drive the train?
First: “You shouldn’t,” I replied. “That’s a graveyard, and she’s dead.”
Last Snip #WIP #RoughDraft KonbiniIdol
The train doors opened with a hiss, and we stepped inside. Underfoot, cicada corpses crunched. They were scattered around the door like Christmas snow the wind had blown in. The seats were empty except for items passengers might have left behind: a girl’s sailor suit, a briefcase, and an elf’s hat.
I pointed to one of the seats in the front. In it sat a pigeon, pecking at a cicada. Next to it was a Western-style conductor’s hat.
"At least one of them isn't driving," Shishi said.
"I wouldn't be so sure," I replied.
End Snip
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- #WordWeavers 23 first and last MC dialogue
- #ScribesAndMakers 23 pigeon drive the train?
First: “You shouldn’t,” I replied. “That’s a graveyard, and she’s dead.”
Last ** Snip #WIP #RoughDraft KonbiniIdol**
The train doors opened with a hiss, and we stepped inside. Underfoot, cicada corpses crunched. They were scattered around the door like Christmas snow the wind had blown in. The seats were empty except for items passengers might have left behind: a girl’s sailor suit, a briefcase, and an elf’s hat.
I pointed to one of the seats in the front. In it sat a pigeon, pecking at a cicada. Next to it was a Western-style conductor’s hat.
"At least one of them isn't driving," Shishi said.
"I wouldn't be so sure," I replied.
End Snip
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#TimeTravelAuthors 17. Wednesday POST-SIZED snippet (optional word: room)
**Snip Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates
I tried to turn toward her, but realized I couldn’t move. It was like sleep paralysis, where only my eyes moved. By squinting to the side, I could see a glass dome. Through it appeared the distorted shape of a can of red bean soup towering above me. Beyond that were the cabin and the bed#room. Floating above it all was Claire’s distorted, terrified face.
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#TimeTravelAuthors 17. Wednesday POST-SIZED snippet (optional word: room)
**Snip Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates
I tried to turn toward her, but realized I couldn’t move. It was like sleep paralysis, where only my eyes moved. By squinting to the side, I could see a glass dome. Through it appeared the distorted shape of a can of red bean soup towering above me. Beyond that were the cabin and the bed#room. Floating above it all was Claire’s distorted, terrified face.
**End Snip
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#TimeTravelAuthors 17. Wednesday POST-SIZED snippet (optional word: room)
**Snip Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates
I tried to turn toward her, but realized I couldn’t move. It was like sleep paralysis, where only my eyes moved. By squinting to the side, I could see a glass dome. Through it appeared the distorted shape of a can of red bean soup towering above me. Beyond that were the cabin and the bed#room. Floating above it all was Claire’s distorted, terrified face.
**End Snip
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#TimeTravelAuthors 17. Wednesday POST-SIZED snippet (optional word: room)
**Snip Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates
I tried to turn toward her, but realized I couldn’t move. It was like sleep paralysis, where only my eyes moved. By squinting to the side, I could see a glass dome. Through it appeared the distorted shape of a can of red bean soup towering above me. Beyond that were the cabin and the bed#room. Floating above it all was Claire’s distorted, terrified face.
**End Snip
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#wordweavers 11/11
It was a simple cafe, advertising carefully sourced ingredients. The interior was dim with lots of wood. Brown was the word that came to mind viewing it. The shadowy brown of an ancient haunted grove. Faces with masks under their chins floated in dark liminal spaces. The smell of food gave a sense of warmth the decor failed to lend the place.
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#wordweavers 11/11
It was a simple cafe, advertising carefully sourced ingredients. The interior was dim with lots of wood. Brown was the word that came to mind viewing it. The shadowy brown of an ancient haunted grove. Faces with masks under their chins floated in dark liminal spaces. The smell of food gave a sense of warmth the decor failed to lend the place.
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#wordweavers 11/11
It was a simple cafe, advertising carefully sourced ingredients. The interior was dim with lots of wood. Brown was the word that came to mind viewing it. The shadowy brown of an ancient haunted grove. Faces with masks under their chins floated in dark liminal spaces. The smell of food gave a sense of warmth the decor failed to lend the place.
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#wordweavers 11/11
It was a simple cafe, advertising carefully sourced ingredients. The interior was dim with lots of wood. Brown was the word that came to mind viewing it. The shadowy brown of an ancient haunted grove. Faces with masks under their chins floated in dark liminal spaces. The smell of food gave a sense of warmth the decor failed to lend the place.
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#wordweavers 11/11
It was a simple cafe, advertising carefully sourced ingredients. The interior was dim with lots of wood. Brown was the word that came to mind viewing it. The shadowy brown of an ancient haunted grove. Faces with masks under their chins floated in dark liminal spaces. The smell of food gave a sense of warmth the decor failed to lend the place.
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#writerscoffeeclub 2025-09-20 How might your work be seen as a criticism of the present moment?
Arisu, Girlfriend, KonbiniIdol: Homophobia and Transphobia intrude periodically.
Return to the Fate Gear: The ship's mission is to tear down God portrayed as a patriarchal, dogmatic, monothistic tyrant.
Bijou the Time Traveling Ghost:
Emily continued. “I used to believe that at least they were at peace. The guns are silent, and treaties are inked. I thought, ‘We’re done with war, and they can rest.’ But here we are, ghosts. You’re from the future, singing another sad song about the needless dying. The guns don’t stay silent long, do they?”
“No, they don’t,” I said. “Nor the sound of jackboots. ‘Gotta get down to it. Soldiers are gunning us down.’ That’s from another song—the fascist rabbits scare me.”
Ohio - Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young (Music And Song Courtesy: Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young)
#NMWCC #Prompts #TimeTravelingGhost #Political #AntiWar #60sMusic #throwbackthursday
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#writerscoffeeclub 2025-09-20 How might your work be seen as a criticism of the present moment?
Arisu, Girlfriend, KonbiniIdol: Homophobia and Transphobia intrude periodically.
Return to the Fate Gear: The ship's mission is to tear down God portrayed as a patriarchal, dogmatic, monothistic tyrant.
Bijou the Time Traveling Ghost:
Emily continued. “I used to believe that at least they were at peace. The guns are silent, and treaties are inked. I thought, ‘We’re done with war, and they can rest.’ But here we are, ghosts. You’re from the future, singing another sad song about the needless dying. The guns don’t stay silent long, do they?”
“No, they don’t,” I said. “Nor the sound of jackboots. ‘Gotta get down to it. Soldiers are gunning us down.’ That’s from another song—the fascist rabbits scare me.”
Ohio - Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young (Music And Song Courtesy: Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young)
#NMWCC #Prompts #TimeTravelingGhost #Political #AntiWar #60sMusic #throwbackthursday
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#writerscoffeeclub 2025-09-20 How might your work be seen as a criticism of the present moment?
Arisu, Girlfriend, KonbiniIdol: Homophobia and Transphobia intrude periodically.
Return to the Fate Gear: The ship's mission is to tear down God portrayed as a patriarchal, dogmatic, monothistic tyrant.
Bijou the Time Traveling Ghost:
Emily continued. “I used to believe that at least they were at peace. The guns are silent, and treaties are inked. I thought, ‘We’re done with war, and they can rest.’ But here we are, ghosts. You’re from the future, singing another sad song about the needless dying. The guns don’t stay silent long, do they?”
“No, they don’t,” I said. “Nor the sound of jackboots. ‘Gotta get down to it. Soldiers are gunning us down.’ That’s from another song—the fascist rabbits scare me.”
Ohio - Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young (Music And Song Courtesy: Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young)
#NMWCC #Prompts #TimeTravelingGhost #Political #AntiWar #60sMusic #throwbackthursday
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#writerscoffeeclub 2025-09-20 How might your work be seen as a criticism of the present moment?
Arisu, Girlfriend, KonbiniIdol: Homophobia and Transphobia intrude periodically.
Return to the Fate Gear: The ship's mission is to tear down God portrayed as a patriarchal, dogmatic, monothistic tyrant.
Bijou the Time Traveling Ghost:
Emily continued. “I used to believe that at least they were at peace. The guns are silent, and treaties are inked. I thought, ‘We’re done with war, and they can rest.’ But here we are, ghosts. You’re from the future, singing another sad song about the needless dying. The guns don’t stay silent long, do they?”
“No, they don’t,” I said. “Nor the sound of jackboots. ‘Gotta get down to it. Soldiers are gunning us down.’ That’s from another song—the fascist rabbits scare me.”
Ohio - Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young (Music And Song Courtesy: Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young)
#NMWCC #Prompts #TimeTravelingGhost #Political #AntiWar #60sMusic #throwbackthursday
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#writerscoffeeclub 2025-09-20 How might your work be seen as a criticism of the present moment?
Arisu, Girlfriend, KonbiniIdol: Homophobia and Transphobia intrude periodically.
Return to the Fate Gear: The ship's mission is to tear down God portrayed as a patriarchal, dogmatic, monothistic tyrant.
Bijou the Time Traveling Ghost:
Emily continued. “I used to believe that at least they were at peace. The guns are silent, and treaties are inked. I thought, ‘We’re done with war, and they can rest.’ But here we are, ghosts. You’re from the future, singing another sad song about the needless dying. The guns don’t stay silent long, do they?”
“No, they don’t,” I said. “Nor the sound of jackboots. ‘Gotta get down to it. Soldiers are gunning us down.’ That’s from another song—the fascist rabbits scare me.”
Ohio - Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young (Music And Song Courtesy: Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young)
#NMWCC #Prompts #TimeTravelingGhost #Political #AntiWar #60sMusic #throwbackthursday
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You ever have one of those spells where you can't get your #OC s on model to save your own beans?
That's me these past few weeks, during which time I've made little progress on this #comicart.
I've had to start drawing over the first attempt today. This image was saved about a week ago.
In spite of Dr. Marley being my first recent attempt to draw a horse, at least *he* turned out pretty well.
#roughdraft #anthrohorse #ghosthorse #anthrodog #anthrosheep #furryart #furrycomic #furrycomicart
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You ever have one of those spells where you can't get your #OC s on model to save your own beans?
That's me these past few weeks, during which time I've made little progress on this #comicart.
I've had to start drawing over the first attempt today. This image was saved about a week ago.
In spite of Dr. Marley being my first recent attempt to draw a horse, at least *he* turned out pretty well.
#roughdraft #anthrohorse #ghosthorse #anthrodog #anthrosheep #furryart #furrycomic #furrycomicart
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#PennedPossibilities 751 — Check-In: Share a snippet you’ve written recently that you’re proud of.
From a future serial still in the rough draft stage.
<Snip #WIP #RoughDraft >
...a statement Arisu had made on the way here returned to her: “I’ve even forgiven Touko-chan’s poor taste in rejecting you.”“It’s ironic… you hated me for not returning Sayaka-san’s feelings, and hated Haru because she might.” As soon as it was out of her mouth, Touko regretted it. It was rather an oblique way of answering the question, and one was likely to antagonize Arisu.
Arisu must have missed the full meaning of the statement. Instead of rising to the bait, she pressed Touko with a difficult but reasonable question. One that sounded less like a challenge and more like a genuine question. “Well, what would you do if you thought someone was going to steal Yuu-san away from you?”
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#PennedPossibilities 751 — Check-In: Share a snippet you’ve written recently that you’re proud of.
From a future serial still in the rough draft stage.
<Snip #WIP #RoughDraft >
...a statement Arisu had made on the way here returned to her: “I’ve even forgiven Touko-chan’s poor taste in rejecting you.”“It’s ironic… you hated me for not returning Sayaka-san’s feelings, and hated Haru because she might.” As soon as it was out of her mouth, Touko regretted it. It was rather an oblique way of answering the question, and one was likely to antagonize Arisu.
Arisu must have missed the full meaning of the statement. Instead of rising to the bait, she pressed Touko with a difficult but reasonable question. One that sounded less like a challenge and more like a genuine question. “Well, what would you do if you thought someone was going to steal Yuu-san away from you?”
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#PennedPossibilities 751 — Check-In: Share a snippet you’ve written recently that you’re proud of.
From a future serial still in the rough draft stage.
<Snip #WIP #RoughDraft >
...a statement Arisu had made on the way here returned to her: “I’ve even forgiven Touko-chan’s poor taste in rejecting you.”“It’s ironic… you hated me for not returning Sayaka-san’s feelings, and hated Haru because she might.” As soon as it was out of her mouth, Touko regretted it. It was rather an oblique way of answering the question, and one was likely to antagonize Arisu.
Arisu must have missed the full meaning of the statement. Instead of rising to the bait, she pressed Touko with a difficult but reasonable question. One that sounded less like a challenge and more like a genuine question. “Well, what would you do if you thought someone was going to steal Yuu-san away from you?”
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#PennedPossibilities 751 — Check-In: Share a snippet you’ve written recently that you’re proud of.
From a future serial still in the rough draft stage.
<Snip #WIP #RoughDraft >
...a statement Arisu had made on the way here returned to her: “I’ve even forgiven Touko-chan’s poor taste in rejecting you.”“It’s ironic… you hated me for not returning Sayaka-san’s feelings, and hated Haru because she might.” As soon as it was out of her mouth, Touko regretted it. It was rather an oblique way of answering the question, and one was likely to antagonize Arisu.
Arisu must have missed the full meaning of the statement. Instead of rising to the bait, she pressed Touko with a difficult but reasonable question. One that sounded less like a challenge and more like a genuine question. “Well, what would you do if you thought someone was going to steal Yuu-san away from you?”
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#ScribesAndMakers 31 yellow
#WritersCoffeeClub 28. How do you write sensory experiences that fall beyond the usual five? Give an example. (Kinetic, UV, emotive, and demonic hunger)<Snip #WIP #RoughDraft >
The human emotions helped me refocus, and I looked out. At first, all I saw was a blur of sand #yellow, but then streaks of motion. Three gecko soldiers were running, and then they were gone. Some monstrous, unearthly purple thing swallowed them. A violet cloud floated up from where the geckos had been. My eyes locked onto it. “Warm. Good.” A hunger I had no name for eased.Then the violet haze vanished. “More.”
My eyes — eyes of the frog — followed the shapeless monster as it swooped across the yellow toward…
“Tsuchigumo, youkai purse spider,” I supplied a name. The frog had no names for these things, only fear and joy. The latter surged as the formless purple thing swallowed the Tsuchigumo. “Good, More, Good,” and feed the violet hunger.
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#ScribesAndMakers 31 yellow
#WritersCoffeeClub 28. How do you write sensory experiences that fall beyond the usual five? Give an example. (Kinetic, UV, emotive, and demonic hunger)<Snip #WIP #RoughDraft >
The human emotions helped me refocus, and I looked out. At first, all I saw was a blur of sand #yellow, but then streaks of motion. Three gecko soldiers were running, and then they were gone. Some monstrous, unearthly purple thing swallowed them. A violet cloud floated up from where the geckos had been. My eyes locked onto it. “Warm. Good.” A hunger I had no name for eased.Then the violet haze vanished. “More.”
My eyes — eyes of the frog — followed the shapeless monster as it swooped across the yellow toward…
“Tsuchigumo, youkai purse spider,” I supplied a name. The frog had no names for these things, only fear and joy. The latter surged as the formless purple thing swallowed the Tsuchigumo. “Good, More, Good,” and feed the violet hunger.
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#ScribesAndMakers 31 yellow
#WritersCoffeeClub 28. How do you write sensory experiences that fall beyond the usual five? Give an example. (Kinetic, UV, emotive, and demonic hunger)<Snip #WIP #RoughDraft >
The human emotions helped me refocus, and I looked out. At first, all I saw was a blur of sand #yellow, but then streaks of motion. Three gecko soldiers were running, and then they were gone. Some monstrous, unearthly purple thing swallowed them. A violet cloud floated up from where the geckos had been. My eyes locked onto it. “Warm. Good.” A hunger I had no name for eased.Then the violet haze vanished. “More.”
My eyes — eyes of the frog — followed the shapeless monster as it swooped across the yellow toward…
“Tsuchigumo, youkai purse spider,” I supplied a name. The frog had no names for these things, only fear and joy. The latter surged as the formless purple thing swallowed the Tsuchigumo. “Good, More, Good,” and feed the violet hunger.
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#ScribesAndMakers 31 yellow
#WritersCoffeeClub 28. How do you write sensory experiences that fall beyond the usual five? Give an example. (Kinetic, UV, emotive, and demonic hunger)<Snip #WIP #RoughDraft >
The human emotions helped me refocus, and I looked out. At first, all I saw was a blur of sand #yellow, but then streaks of motion. Three gecko soldiers were running, and then they were gone. Some monstrous, unearthly purple thing swallowed them. A violet cloud floated up from where the geckos had been. My eyes locked onto it. “Warm. Good.” A hunger I had no name for eased.Then the violet haze vanished. “More.”
My eyes — eyes of the frog — followed the shapeless monster as it swooped across the yellow toward…
“Tsuchigumo, youkai purse spider,” I supplied a name. The frog had no names for these things, only fear and joy. The latter surged as the formless purple thing swallowed the Tsuchigumo. “Good, More, Good,” and feed the violet hunger.
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#ScribesAndMakers 31 yellow
#WritersCoffeeClub 28. How do you write sensory experiences that fall beyond the usual five? Give an example. (Kinetic, UV, emotive, and demonic hunger)<Snip #WIP #RoughDraft >
The human emotions helped me refocus, and I looked out. At first, all I saw was a blur of sand #yellow, but then streaks of motion. Three gecko soldiers were running, and then they were gone. Some monstrous, unearthly purple thing swallowed them. A violet cloud floated up from where the geckos had been. My eyes locked onto it. “Warm. Good.” A hunger I had no name for eased.Then the violet haze vanished. “More.”
My eyes — eyes of the frog — followed the shapeless monster as it swooped across the yellow toward…
“Tsuchigumo, youkai purse spider,” I supplied a name. The frog had no names for these things, only fear and joy. The latter surged as the formless purple thing swallowed the Tsuchigumo. “Good, More, Good,” and feed the violet hunger.
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#WritersCoffeeClub 2 July. Where did your last idea come? Part 2.
The rabbit got cut.
But
<snip #WIP #RoughDraft>Finally, a couple arguing caught my attention. On second glance, the argument seemed one-sided. A woman in a white linen dress addressed her twin sister, seated at one of the tables. In a shrill, New York-accented voice, she was saying, “You need to listen to me. Please, it’s important. You’re going to die.”
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#WritersCoffeeClub 2 July. Where did your last idea come? Part 2.
The rabbit got cut.
But
<snip #WIP #RoughDraft>Finally, a couple arguing caught my attention. On second glance, the argument seemed one-sided. A woman in a white linen dress addressed her twin sister, seated at one of the tables. In a shrill, New York-accented voice, she was saying, “You need to listen to me. Please, it’s important. You’re going to die.”
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#WritersCoffeeClub 2 July. Where did your last idea come? Part 2.
The rabbit got cut.
But
<snip #WIP #RoughDraft>Finally, a couple arguing caught my attention. On second glance, the argument seemed one-sided. A woman in a white linen dress addressed her twin sister, seated at one of the tables. In a shrill, New York-accented voice, she was saying, “You need to listen to me. Please, it’s important. You’re going to die.”
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