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#WordWeavers July 19: Do you use humor in your stories, and if so, what sort of humor (whimsical, sarcastic, satirical, etc.)?
I do, lots of word play, JP puns, and tongue-in-cheek humor. Also lots of humorous drabble.
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“Of all God’s creations, the rainbow is among the most wondrous,” said Watson, “but I never expected to hear you marvel at one.”
“The refraction of light through water droplets is scientifically interesting,” Holmes replied, “and while rare triple arches are not unheard of. But that’s not what I meant. Look there, note the shepherd in the well-worn light-green slouch hat. Oxford man. Theology, if I’m not mistaken. Dropped out in his third year to marry a local girl he met on holiday. A truly unexpected sight on Dartmoor.”
From: #TimeManager Part 26
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#TimeManager Part 26
#wss366 #TimeTravelAuthors 07/17Light broke through the cloud cover and rain as they left the croft. Poe was the first to react. “Gorgeous. The colors are like Evangeline’s smile.”
TM spoke next, “Tis a bonny sight.”
Looking out over the moor, they saw a thrice-arched rainbow, its colors crisp as a midwinter frost. And as if coming through a divine gate, a flock of polled sheep walked under its arch, attended by shepherds in sunshine yellow mackintoshes and dancing dogs.
“Amazing. Truly remarkable,” Holmes said.
“Of all God’s creations, the rainbow is among the most wondrous,” said Watson, “but I never expected to hear you marvel at one.”
“The refraction of light through water droplets is scientifically interesting,” Holmes replied, “and while rare triple arches are not unheard of. But that’s not what I meant. Look there, note the shepherd in the well-worn light-green slouch hat. Oxford man. Theology, if I’m not mistaken. Dropped out in his third year to marry a local girl he met on holiday. A truly unexpected sight on Dartmoor.”
"Creeky cracck caw crickty crack... light my britches on fire... creky crak caw…
#Tootfic #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMTTA #SherlockHolmes #Fanfiction #Pastiche #Corvids #Raven #TimeTravelAuthors #Mystery
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#TimeManager Part 25
#wss366 #TimeTravelAuthors 07/15“We’re done here,” Holmes said to Watson.
Watson looked pointedly at us. “What about them?”
“Yeah, what about us?” Raven said.
“Totally irrelevant. They’re innocent bystanders.”
“Bystanders, but hardly innocent. Crackky Crak cacacacaw,” Raven cackled at its own joke.
“I’d like to tag along,” Poe said, speaking up.
“Just don’t get in the way,” Sherlock said, turning and leaving the croft.
“If you’re after the #bounty, it goes to the widow,” Watson added.
“Come, Watson. Time is wasting. They’re time travelers and have no use for English pounds.”
“Time wasting. Time wasting. TM arrest them for time wasting. Crawky cawcacaw.”
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMTTA #SherlockHolmes #Fanfiction #Pastiche #Drabble #Corvids #Raven #TimeTravelAuthors #Mystery
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#ScribesAndMakers Jul 14: Self-promotion day. Show us what you're proud of. Let's boost away.
Anyone likely to see this has seen my boost for “For Love of a Konbini Idol” so I thought I would list my currently active series.
For Love of a Konbini Idol: Original Yuri weird-tales.
PIXIV
AO3
Sweet Tea (甘茶): Apothecary Diary Fanfiction (3 Part)
PIXIV
Return to the FATE GEAR: Steampunk/pirate/political satire. Otherside Picnic Fanfiction.
PIXIV
AO3
Luminelle Bijou: The #TimeTravelingGhost: Time Travel/Historical Fiction.
Fedi Only
#TimeManager: Chaotic and silly. Start it anywhere from the hashtag. Fedi only. This one won’t be moving anywhere else.#NMSAM #NMPrompts #NMTTG #NMTTA #NMV366 #FATEGEAR #KonbiniIdol
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#TimeManager Part 24: Blacking
#wss366 #TimeTravelAuthors 07/05
“That’s Sherlock Holmes,” Raven said in a stage whisper.
“Do tell,” muttered Poe, dryly.
Raven stretched, smoothing her feathers. “Autograph, please, Mr. Holmes?”
Watson blinked, his eyes as round as TM’s. Holmes regarded her, faintly amused. “Remarkable. A talking raven. American, by the timbre. Bright, yet prone to absurdity.”
“The criminal,” Watson prompted, redirecting anxiously.
“Disguised as a gentleman, officer, constable, or valet; yet unmistakably of inferior stock.”
“How #can you be sure?”
“The blacking tin. Smears on the chair betray a clumsy hand. One polishes with precision or not at all. The details, Watson; details always betray the breeding.”
Note 1: A tin is a can .
Note 2: As you watch Basil Rathbone on the screen canned ** music is playing #around you.#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMTTA #SherlockHolmes #Fanfiction #Pastiche #Drabble #Corvids #Raven #TimeTravelAuthors #Mystery
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#wss366 06/30
#TimeManager Part 23: ElementaryCRASH
In the lightning flash, a man’s silhouette.
“Frankenstein!” Raven squawked. “In the door!”
BOOM
The tall figure was lit again.
Poe shuddered. “Was it the gentle monster...”
TM’s eyes spun, searching for another timeline.
FLASH
“...or tormented to frustrated anger?”
Raven fluffed and spread their wings, trying to look frightening. A piece of down floated in the air.
TM broke the mood of excited terror. “Frankenstein was the doctor.”
“Correct,” the figure said in refined Victorian English. He stepped through the door, coming in out of the #downpour, followed closely by a shorter man with a revolver.
After one quick appraising glance at the time-traveling trio, the taller man dismissed them and strode to the table, where he picked up a biscuit. “Made today with local ingredients. He has an accomplice.”
“I have them covered,” the other man said in an educated English accent, his revolver pointed at Poe.
“You can put the gun down. They are time travelers.” The tall man was clearly in charge, but his tone showed no need to be overbearing.
“Bosh, time travelers.” Despite the man’s incredulous answer, the gun wavered and then fell to his side.
The time travelers began to relax, with puzzlement replacing fear. Raven even peeked out from behind Poe’s head. And whispered, “What’s he, a wizard?”
“Look at them,” the tall man said.
“You’re not one to joke. But Time travelers?” his companion answered.
“Crekidy. Crack. Yeah, how did you know?” Raven asked, their head next to Poe’s ear.
Poe grit his teeth and put a hand over his ear, while the shorter man stared incredulously at the “talking” raven.
“Observe—their clothes; clearly from the future. And that one with clockwork eyes, a gnome or leprechaun. Both, I think. They are clearly not part of McFair’s gang. Remember my rule: ‘When the impossible is eliminated, no matter how improbable, what remains must be true.”
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMTTA #SherlockHolmes #Corvids #Raven #TimeTravelAuthors #Mystery
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#wss366 06/29
#TimeManager Part 23: File under Gruesome“The main event.” Castaneda waved at a colorful procession. At the end was a single-#file line of people in wooden yokes. “Allies or enemies, they all get eaten.”
“Enough.” Poe picked up the comatose Raven.
TM agreed and grabbed a random timeline. Castaneda’s sun-bleached house faded, replaced by a mist-enshrouded moor and a crude stone croft.
Raven woke, shook her feathers, and screamed, “Wet!”
The croft looked warmly inviting, so they entered.
Inside, on the table, were bacon, biscuits, handcuffs, and the file used on them.
Poe selected the file and, making sawing motions, said, “File that adventure under gruesome.”
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #Drabble #NMV366 #NMTTA #SliceOfLife #Corvids #Raven #TimeTravelAuthors
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#wss366 06/21 #Punch #TimeManager Part 22
#TimeTravelAuthors #SafeA short Mayan arrived with fruity drinks in pottery bowls for each guest and a dish of fried mealy worms for Raven.
“Isn’t he beautiful?” Castaneda said. The man lightly punched his shoulder and flashed a smile full of white teeth.
“Punch,” Casting said, waving at the drinks. “Sorry, ice is a luxury.”
Raven checked for a drunk worms, and finding none, pecked at his dish. “Crakkeee, Holy Hot Tamales!” He practically immersed his head in a drink, gulping it down. “Krackers, what kind of God-forsaken unsafe chiles did you use?”
“Their local, quite the punch.”
Poe and TM watched, amazed.
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #Drabble #NMTTA #SliceOfLife #Corvids #Raven
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#wss366 06/05 #league #TimeManager Part 21
#TimeTravelAuthors 6/05 Meeting yourselfCastaneda sipped his drink and tossed Raven a worm.
Poe glared but was silent.
“I’ve always wondered what happens if you meet yourself time-traveling,” Castaneda said.
“Depends on how,” the Raven said, hoping for another drunk worm reward.
“How so?”
“You can’t; don’t listen to Raven,” TM interrupted.
“Can too,” Crow squawked. “Ask Poe. Lass did it.”
“That’s different. It’s done using a razor-sharp pendulum,” Poe said.
“That’s leagues different,” TM finished.
“And they say Aztecs are barbarous,” Castaneda said.
“Poe’s a barber, has a sharp razor. Crockidy,” a drunk Raven screamed. “Worm!”
Castaneda fished a worm from his mezcal.
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#wss366 06/04 #jubilee #TimeManager Part 20
#TimeTravelAuthors 6/13 Oldest character (This post originated in the future and has time-traveled to appear here.)“Why the JUBILATION?” Poe asked.
“Thousandth jubilee of Xiuhtecuhtli’s birth,” Castaneda said.
“Thousand years, spring chicken,” TM jumped in.
“No, 52,000. The thousandth JUBILEE.” Trap sprung, Castaneda’s smirk told a story.
TM mentally calculated (50X1,000=50,000), “Clever, but JUBILEE are 50-year celebrations.
“I figure you wouldn’t know, Xiuhmolpilli, the binding of years, which is 52 years.”
“You got us, trickster,” Raven said.
“Raven, how old are you?” Castaneda asked.
“Not created yet in 1500AD. Born 1845. Ccreee—see—cree.” Raven’s equivalent to a smirk. Trap sprung.
“TM?” Castaneda asked.
“Old as poetry in the hills.” His eye dials jiggled in mirth.
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#wss366 06/03 #Retire #MastoPrompt #Carnival #TimeManager Part 19
“Pweese can I have a worm?” Raven pleaded.
“Just one,” Poe said.
“You’re no fun.” Raven flew to TM’s shoulder. “Pretty pweese.”
TM shook his head. “Remember the CARNIVAL. After one, you talked about retiring. Two, you sang Margarita Town over and over. Third, you passed out.”
“Pweeese.”
“Sometimes I wish you would RETIRE,” Poe said.
“Awk. Crek. It’s that two-timing, blushing, retiring dove. Cerrek Fake modesty! Fallen dove. Creky.”
“Here’s my house.” Castaneda waved his arm at a limestone block building on the central square. “If we RETIRE to the roof, we can drink and safely watch the festival.”
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #Drabble #NMTTA #TimeTravelAuthors #Crow
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#wss366 06/02 Holiday 065/0127 #Heaven #TimeManager Part 18
“You’re in luck. Today’s a HOLIDAY festival,” Castaneda said.
“Danger. Danger. Will Robinson,” Raven shrieked. “Aren’t you going to warn us not to accept invitations to play sports?”
“Why would I do that?” Castaneda asked.
“You might end up in HEAVEN. Zeroed, if you get my meaning.”
“Well, that’s not quite where you end up if you lose.”
“Don’t trust this guy!” Crow said.
“We haven’t taken a HOLIDAY from our reason. We won’t,” Poe said.
A short, dark woman ran up, presenting them with flowers and a cloudy, strong-smelling drink.
“Creek. Crickey. Craw. I want the worm!” Crow yelled.
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #Drabble #NMTTA #TimeTravelAuthors #Crow #Poll
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CW: Not for the squimish. Uncomfortable historic facts #Wss366 Dog & Bush
#wss366 5/28 Dog 5/27 #Bush #TimeManager Part 17
“Fascinating art installation,” Castaneda said, pointing at the BUSH.
“Let’s go. There’s a festival in town. Friendly warning: don’t eat the pozole unless you’re adventurous. Humans or D.O.G.” Castaneda’s smile had an eerie, gloating air.
“And spelling it makes it okay,” Raven muttered.
It was a long way to town, and the two human guests were DOG tired when they arrived.
“I’m BUSHED,” Poe confirmed.
“Me wee legs feel as if they will fall off!” TM said.
“Bad idea,” Rave told him. “Someone will pick them up to make soup?”
“Your bird is wise,” Castaneda said. “I’ll keep you safe.”
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #Drabble #NMTTA #TimeTravelAuthors
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#wss366 5/27 #Bush #TimeManager Part 16
“I see your friends with Tigeress,” a smoke-shadowed man with an antler headdress said.
Poe looked dubious, immune to his charms, a trait not shared by TM.
“Why yes? Who might you be?” TM asked.
“Call me ‘Castaneda.’ Come, I’ll show you something interesting.” The man’s smile, inscrutable.
Too late, Raven shrieked, “Don’t!” TM had taken Poe’s hand, and they were off to a new time/space location.
Before them, on a barren hill, was a bush decorated with bright black, yellow, and orange strips of cloth, jaguar skulls beneath — and human hearts.
“You’ve done it now,” Crow shrieked, feathers ruffled.
Note: 32% for 15th-century Aztec.
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So, where should we go next in our nonsensical #TimeTravel adventure?
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #Drabble #NMTTA #NMV366 #TimeTravelAuthors #wss366 #TimeManager
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#wss366 5/26 An unnamed president. #TimeManager Part 15
“There you are, sweety,” Tigeress said. Coming over. I’m off to a 23rd-century demon summoning. We have business with Hitler, Stalin, and an unnamed early 21st-century president.
“I think not,” Poe said quickly.
“Too bad. The priestess is a real TRUMP, a great gal.”
She pulled out a deck of cards, separated the TRUMP cards, and made a pattern on the ground with them. Before going, she winked at Poe, saying, “If you’re ever in the neighborhood of the 28th-century, look me up. You’re just my type.”
“Watch out, boy, she’ll chew you up,”* Raven sang.
“Thanks,” Poe said.
(Puff)* Curtesy of Daryl Hall & John Oates
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #Drabble #NMTTA #NMV366 #TimeTravelAuthors
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#wss366 5/25 #Brown #TimeManager Part 14
“There’s the woman we came with,” Raven’s beak pointed toward a woman with long, black-streaked, tawny-brown hair, sweeping down her back.
TM called, “Miss, we’ve been looking for you.”
She turned, revealing a tiger-face.
Gnarly Bad Things dog-whistled and sang:
Eya, yma hi ow tos
Hi yw lonchyer an denRaven thoughtfully translated:
Oh-oh, here she comes*
She’s a maneater“Crap,” Raven said.
“That’s who we came with?!” Poe asked.
“We’d had a wee bit to drink,” TM replied.
Raven croaked, singing (badly),
She’ll only come out at night
The lean — and hun-gry type“You don’t say,” Poe said dryly.
* Curtesy of Daryl Hall & John Oates
Note: The next part, Part 15, might be filtered because of a word that sounds like an unnamed president.
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #Drabble #NMTTA #NMV366 #TimeTravelAuthors #HallAndOates
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#wss366 #Legion 5/22 (#TimeManager Part 12)
Unsigned contract in hand, Poe looked around. The light from the bonfire cast a ruddy glow over the LEGION of odd creatures doing a line dance around it.
Breaking away from the dance, a giant humanoid with gnarled knees and elbows approached. It was wearing a t-shirt reading “LEGION of the Damned.”
“Ty ow kelwel ama?” he said. “Dynnergh dhis.”
Poe looked up at him, and TM’s eyes spun with astonishment.
Unastonished Raven replied, “My hanow yw Nara Moore; yma Poe gans me. Hag an tus hav owelyow a ‘ros hag eur yw Mergh-Tyams. Yma ni ow kelwel ev TM.”
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“Me a veu Tra Drôk Gamm,” Giant said.
“What’d he say?” Poe tapped Raven with the contract.
““Welcome. My name is “Gnarly Bad Thing.” — And I forgith your signature on that contract if you hit me again.”
Raven escaped to TM’s shoulder.
TM greeted Raven. “Ah, now, ‘Man, who’s got the eyes of wheel an’ hour,’ is it? Well, thank ye kindly. I’ve a fondness for that sort o’ talk. You’ve a grand way with the Cornish.”
“My head hurts,” Poe said, pulling out an empty laudanum bottle, then clutched his head.
“Crarrrk crrak crek,” Raven chortled.
TM translated “Raspberry.”
#MiddleCornish #Cornish
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#wss366 #Scout 5/19 (#TimeManager Part 11)
A “man” walked up to Poe on his hands. His feet straight up in the air and head protruding from his ass.
“Ich seche faces as wex, wroght to be wondred at,” As the man spoke, a long forked tongue shot out of his mouth holding a contract.
Poe stared at the contract the “person” thrust at him, saying, “I’m not signing my soul away!”
Raven cackled, “He’s a talent SCOUT.”
“For what? I can’t sing, dance, or act.”
Raven spoke to the “man,” “He desireth to witen wherfore.”
The man replied, “For Sire Alfrede’s Fyneste Fendes Melle. He sholde winne muchel worship.”
Raven translated, “For Sir Alfred’s Ultimate Freak Show. He would be a great success.” Raven began cackling again. “Worship! That be rich.”
“Me? Not the talking raven?” Poe was astonished.
“Yes, you. The man who writes poems to dead women and talks to ravens at midnight.”
Poe flicked Raven.
“I’ll tell him,” Raven said indignantly.
“Nay. His wille ne draweth thider.”
“Meetes and herberwe yiven. Haluepeni the mone. Ne shalt do bettre þan þat,” the man replied.
Raven translated, “Meals and lodging provided. Halfpenny a month. Won’t do better than that.”
“He’s crazy. I’m not a freak and a halfpenny a month! He can stick it up his ass!” Poe was bristling.
“His ass is in use, and I am not translating,” Raven said.
Poe shook his head vigorously.
The man shrugged and walked off, muttering, “Warlockes ben wondere wights. Were he min, ich wolde wasshen his muð mid sape.”
“He says, ‘Warlocks are weird creatures, and he would wash your mouth out with soap if you were his kid.’”
#MiddleEnglish
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#TimeTravelAuthors 6/15 Character who's least likely to time travel.
#TimeTravelAuthors 6/17 Excerpt: #Justice
#wss366 #Easy 6/17 (#TimeTravelingGhost Part 1)That’d be me, the “Wee Lass,” from the beginning of #TimeManager.
(Call that pantsing, rambling, toot, drabble fiction, even a story? It’s EASILY the worst story on the Fedi.)
I got my wish to be in two places simultaneously, but not the way I expected. No time travel involved.
Now invested with the power of the TimeTravelAuthors prompt, I summon a time-traveling ghost. I’ll get JUSTICE (revenge) from Poe and the Time (Project) Manager.
Consider this a prologue to another terrible, pantsing, etc., fiction. If you’ve a low nonsense-tolerance, filter on #TimeTravelingGhost. Twofer filter #NMTTA
Muahahaha, Hehaw, cough, cough, cough.
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMV366 #Drabble #TimeTravel
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#wss366 #Lick 5/16 #Easy 6/17 (#TimeManager Part 10)
Poe awoke, clutching his head, thinking, “EASY on the cocktails next time.”
Around a bonfire pranced lizards, toads, stags, and creatures more grotesque.
“Where the hell!?”
TM answered, “A smal wicche bad us hoom, 1150.”
Poe’s bedraggled raven added, “Þis is BYFAR þe wierdeste þing þat ich evere seye.”
“You’re not making a LICK of sense,” Poe said. “Translate!”
Raven obliged. “A wee witch invited us home to 1150.” I said, “This is EASILY the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“A witches’ Sabbath!!!” Poe exclaimed.
“Nay, a fest of disgisynges,” a goat-footed man explained.
Raven translated, “Nay, a costume party.”
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMV366 #Drabble #TimeTravel #TimeTravelAuthors #NMTTA @QuasiTemporal
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Nara Moore (Raven, not author) lay belly-up next to half a blackbird.
Poe had switched to Moscow Mules, to the bartender’s disgust.
His cups and spills formed abstract poetry, symbolic of Poe’s mind.
“TM, when y-y-you st-st-art CODEing?”
“Someone saw a wee poem I penned.” He shrugged.
“When y-y-yo-you become project man-manager?”
“They said me work was a CODE.”
He drew a sample in a spill: “for(int L15= iv345;*PtrV51;L15++){*V111= V227+*PtrV45;V111++;}”
“NM, he wr-ote that dr-drunk!” Poe said to his comatose friend.
“Nother ‘Morning Glory Fizz’ and ‘Time Traveler’ fer me friend.” Me dr-un-un-k CODE still makes s-s-s-sense.
Poe exclaimed, “Not!”
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMV366 #Drabble #TimeManager #Cocktails @QuasiTemporal
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Poa looked at the chalked “Specials” list.
1690: Flip
1830: Sazerac
1890: Bijou
1900: Clover Club
1920: Bismarck
1927: Boulevardier
1930: Barraquito
1934: Monkey’s HAND
1944: Mai Tai
2008: Paper PlaneWha?
TM HANDed Poe a cocktail. “Sidecar, 1918. Menu? To make time traveler comfortable.”
Poe’s raven squawked, “Blackbird, Want Blackbird.”
The bartender held out their HAND, “ID, 18+ only.”
“1845, 1845,” the Raven croaked.
“No ID, no drink.”
“I’ll vouch for him. I wrote him on a midnight dark and dreary.”
The Bartender reluctantly handed Poe a Blackbird, saying “Come again soon.”
The raven screamed, “Never More, Never More.”
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMV366 #Drabble #TimeManager #Cocktails @QuasiTemporal
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“Here it is,” TM said.
Sure enough, hidden in the shadows, a sign read, “The Midnight Hour,” and in smaller print, “Morning regrets are a thing of the future.”
A FOOT-faced woman took their cover. Poe, who saw stranger things in nightmares, thought nothing of it.
“Show me your FEET,” FOOT said.
“Lepie, stop it. Poe’s my friend.” Then to Poe, “Lepie is a wee FOOT fetishist. Put your FEET within a FOOT of her. She’ll lick them. Possibilities, aye?”
Ignoring, Poe pointed at a sign above the bar.
“Freak Out On Thursdays—½ price wells.”
“Cute, ‘F.O.O.T.,’” he said.
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#wss366 #Face 5/10 #TimeManager (Part 6) "Mexican Radio"
Poe looked at the building’s north FACE. “You sure this is the place?”
“Sure, it’s famous. All Night Radio used to broadcast from here,” TM replied.
I hear the talking of the DJ.
Can’t understand him. What does he say?Amusement showed on Poe’s FACE. “All Night Radio is a Japanese band. You’re thinking of ‘Mexican Radio’ by Wall of Voodoo, 1983.”
“I’m on a Mexican radio.”
Poe sang a snatch.
“Wow, you know your music.”
“It was Evangeline’s favorite.”
“Sweet dreams are made of these,” TM quoted. “‘Eurythmics,’ also 1983—and you, my friend, should lay off the opium.”
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Mexican Radio https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eyCEexG9xjw
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#wss366 #Ask #scribesandmakers 5/9 #TimeManager (Part 5)
“Poe, what are you doing up so late?” Time Manager ASKed.
“Writing, banging on my keyboard.”
TM looked over Poe’s shoulder.
>> Seabubble: When can you visit? 💋
“What are you really doing?”
“Chatting up a mermaid. I said I was born at the sea. That interested her. Don’t blow my secret.”
“That’s a big ASK, but sure.”
“And what is the Time Manager doing up so late?”
“The night-hours were getting a wee wild, so I stayed up to lecture them.”
“Did they listen?”
“No, but they invited me out for a drink at a nightclub.”
To be continued
#Drabble #microfiction #Mermaid #NMV366
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#wss366 5/6 #Taper #TimeManager part 3
“One wee little line more. Fixed,” the Time Keeper reported.
“Things are still speeding,” I said as the sun skimmed the sky.
“It’s on a TAPER, lass. Stop too fast. Bam, whiplash.”
“Paradox me arse, I want to be in two places at once.”
“Mr. Poe, we have an obstinate one.”
A thin, sallow-featured man entered the room, a raven on his shoulder.
“She insists on being two places at once,” the Time Manager said.
“Young lady, answer this, and I’ll help: ‘Why is a raven like a writing desk?’”
“You wrote about both.”
“Right—this way, the Pendulum Room.”
#microfiction #NMPrompts #NMV366 #Drabble @ixtlidekami @QuasiTemporal
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#wss366 5/5 #Personal #TimeManager part 2
“Hey, that’s too PERSONAL! Keep yer hands off me! Pervert!”
“Drink,” I ordered the Time Manager.
“Gack!!! That’s awful; what is it?”
“Coffee, now drink!”
“Yer trying to poison me, lass. Terrible! Worst coffee in the universe!”
“Making it took two weeks. With time speeding. And it’s been two days since I brought it to you.”
“Time flies… I won’t drink that! You !@#$%!”
“Now who’s getting PERSONAL? Just drink the stuff before it grows hair. You have to fix time. Sober!”
“They say, ‘Code drunk, debug sober.’ It’s why they made me a program manager.”
“That I believe.”
“DRINK!!!”
#microfiction #NMPrompts #NMV366 #Drabble @ixtlidekami @QuasiTemporal
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#wss366 5/4 #Speed #TimeManager part 1
“Whee… Ack…” The Time Manager fell over, a bottle of Jack in his hand.
“Meee world isss spinning. Whee….” He giggled.
Mine too. Things SPED past. Served me right going toe-to-toe with a leprechaun/Gnome/Gremlin in a drinking contest.
The sun flashed through the sky: once, twice, thrice. The sun’s SPEED—insane. SPEEDing across the sky.
“SPEED?” I thought. “SPEED!”
“What’d you do?” I asked.
“What ye asked, lass. Gave ye more time.”
“Nitwit! I wanted to be in two places at once, not this!”
“No can do. Impossible. Against the rule. Paradox level bug. Just a wee adjust to diSPEEDvar.”
#microfiction #NMPrompts #NMV366 #Drabble @ixtlidekami @QuasiTemporal
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#wss366 5/3 #Right #TimeManager part 0
Are you the project manager for time? I asked.
“You be RIGHT there, lass,” said the small, round fellow with clock-face eyes. He looked like a gnome-gremlin crossbreed. “How can I be helping?”
“I’d like to make a small change to the spec.”
“RIGHT… Don’t have time for yer nonsense, lad. Good day.”
“Have time for a drink with me, Jack Daniels?”
“Black label, the good stuff. — Don’t mind if I do. Just a wee sip.”
Definitely some leprechaun too, I thought.
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“A weeee changy pooh here, and weeeee” — the dials in his eyes spun madly — “weeee change thereee.
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