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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 63
#Wss366 Treble #TimeTravelAuthors 9/4 Whatever

Inside the passage hung a feline odor, strong enough to wilt feathers, and paw prints littered the dusty floor. We turned left in the direction most of them led.

“It’s walking on its hind feet,” Sumika said after a few meters and pointed to where the marks of the forepaws ceased, leaving only the rear ones.

“Indeed, that’s because it’s a nekomata. Be glad this passage is wood, not stone,” I replied.

“Why?”

“Because your ‘cute’ kitty can spit fireballs. I doubt it wants to burn its mistress’s home down.”

“Oh!”

“It could be worse. We might have run into a gotokuneko. They’re about #treble the strength.”

“Treble? What kind of word is that? Just say three times.”

“It’s a perfectly good word.”

“Whatever. And what about ‘gotokuneko?’ You’re not making that stuff up, are you?” Mistress asked.

“Moi? Me? Make stuff up? I’m wounded. No, I studied this kind of thing when I was a woman.”

“You know you’re a lot more human-like than when we first met. You almost talk normally, barring words like ‘treble.’”

“Awk, chicka, cawa! Pay attention, there are lights ahead,” I cawed, irratated.

“How could Glinda-chan say such a thing? Hmph! Just when I was thinking she had more than one brain cell, she says utter rubbish. But no, she’s nothing more than a three-toed sloth.”

#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 63
#Wss366 Treble #TimeTravelAuthors 9/4 Whatever

Inside the passage hung a feline odor, strong enough to wilt feathers, and paw prints littered the dusty floor. We turned left in the direction most of them led.

“It’s walking on its hind feet,” Sumika said after a few meters and pointed to where the marks of the forepaws ceased, leaving only the rear ones.

“Indeed, that’s because it’s a nekomata. Be glad this passage is wood, not stone,” I replied.

“Why?”

“Because your ‘cute’ kitty can spit fireballs. I doubt it wants to burn its mistress’s home down.”

“Oh!”

“It could be worse. We might have run into a gotokuneko. They’re about #treble the strength.”

“Treble? What kind of word is that? Just say three times.”

“It’s a perfectly good word.”

“Whatever. And what about ‘gotokuneko?’ You’re not making that stuff up, are you?” Mistress asked.

“Moi? Me? Make stuff up? I’m wounded. No, I studied this kind of thing when I was a woman.”

“You know you’re a lot more human-like than when we first met. You almost talk normally, barring words like ‘treble.’”

“Awk, chicka, cawa! Pay attention, there are lights ahead,” I cawed, irratated.

“How could Glinda-chan say such a thing? Hmph! Just when I was thinking she had more than one brain cell, she says utter rubbish. But no, she’s nothing more than a three-toed sloth.”

#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 63
#Wss366 Treble #TimeTravelAuthors 9/4 Whatever

Inside the passage hung a feline odor, strong enough to wilt feathers, and paw prints littered the dusty floor. We turned left in the direction most of them led.

“It’s walking on its hind feet,” Sumika said after a few meters and pointed to where the marks of the forepaws ceased, leaving only the rear ones.

“Indeed, that’s because it’s a nekomata. Be glad this passage is wood, not stone,” I replied.

“Why?”

“Because your ‘cute’ kitty can spit fireballs. I doubt it wants to burn its mistress’s home down.”

“Oh!”

“It could be worse. We might have run into a gotokuneko. They’re about #treble the strength.”

“Treble? What kind of word is that? Just say three times.”

“It’s a perfectly good word.”

“Whatever. And what about ‘gotokuneko?’ You’re not making that stuff up, are you?” Mistress asked.

“Moi? Me? Make stuff up? I’m wounded. No, I studied this kind of thing when I was a woman.”

“You know you’re a lot more human-like than when we first met. You almost talk normally, barring words like ‘treble.’”

“Awk, chicka, cawa! Pay attention, there are lights ahead,” I cawed, irratated.

“How could Glinda-chan say such a thing? Hmph! Just when I was thinking she had more than one brain cell, she says utter rubbish. But no, she’s nothing more than a three-toed sloth.”

#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 63
#Wss366 Treble #TimeTravelAuthors 9/4 Whatever

Inside the passage hung a feline odor, strong enough to wilt feathers, and paw prints littered the dusty floor. We turned left in the direction most of them led.

“It’s walking on its hind feet,” Sumika said after a few meters and pointed to where the marks of the forepaws ceased, leaving only the rear ones.

“Indeed, that’s because it’s a nekomata. Be glad this passage is wood, not stone,” I replied.

“Why?”

“Because your ‘cute’ kitty can spit fireballs. I doubt it wants to burn its mistress’s home down.”

“Oh!”

“It could be worse. We might have run into a gotokuneko. They’re about #treble the strength.”

“Treble? What kind of word is that? Just say three times.”

“It’s a perfectly good word.”

“Whatever. And what about ‘gotokuneko?’ You’re not making that stuff up, are you?” Mistress asked.

“Moi? Me? Make stuff up? I’m wounded. No, I studied this kind of thing when I was a woman.”

“You know you’re a lot more human-like than when we first met. You almost talk normally, barring words like ‘treble.’”

“Awk, chicka, cawa! Pay attention, there are lights ahead,” I cawed, irratated.

“How could Glinda-chan say such a thing? Hmph! Just when I was thinking she had more than one brain cell, she says utter rubbish. But no, she’s nothing more than a three-toed sloth.”

#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 63
#Wss366 Treble #TimeTravelAuthors 9/4 Whatever

Inside the passage hung a feline odor, strong enough to wilt feathers, and paw prints littered the dusty floor. We turned left in the direction most of them led.

“It’s walking on its hind feet,” Sumika said after a few meters and pointed to where the marks of the forepaws ceased, leaving only the rear ones.

“Indeed, that’s because it’s a nekomata. Be glad this passage is wood, not stone,” I replied.

“Why?”

“Because your ‘cute’ kitty can spit fireballs. I doubt it wants to burn its mistress’s home down.”

“Oh!”

“It could be worse. We might have run into a gotokuneko. They’re about #treble the strength.”

“Treble? What kind of word is that? Just say three times.”

“It’s a perfectly good word.”

“Whatever. And what about ‘gotokuneko?’ You’re not making that stuff up, are you?” Mistress asked.

“Moi? Me? Make stuff up? I’m wounded. No, I studied this kind of thing when I was a woman.”

“You know you’re a lot more human-like than when we first met. You almost talk normally, barring words like ‘treble.’”

“Awk, chicka, cawa! Pay attention, there are lights ahead,” I cawed, irratated.

“How could Glinda-chan say such a thing? Hmph! Just when I was thinking she had more than one brain cell, she says utter rubbish. But no, she’s nothing more than a three-toed sloth.”

#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

Imperative

'Rest assured, sir, that my carriage will bring your daughter back here before midnight.'

'Midnight matters not,' replied count Emil Scarlat, sipping on his glass. 'It *is* imperative that she be home before dawn, but she knows that.'

#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction

Imperative

'Rest assured, sir, that my carriage will bring your daughter back here before midnight.'

'Midnight matters not,' replied count Emil Scarlat, sipping on his glass. 'It *is* imperative that she be home before dawn, but she knows that.'

#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction

Imperative

'Rest assured, sir, that my carriage will bring your daughter back here before midnight.'

'Midnight matters not,' replied count Emil Scarlat, sipping on his glass. 'It *is* imperative that she be home before dawn, but she knows that.'

#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction

Imperative

'Rest assured, sir, that my carriage will bring your daughter back here before midnight.'

'Midnight matters not,' replied count Emil Scarlat, sipping on his glass. 'It *is* imperative that she be home before dawn, but she knows that.'

#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction

3 Months ago, Council Offices, Divesen Station.

Joy looked across her desk at the Scout. They were not human, but one of the many species that had been derived from Earth-species stock in the distant, distant past. Probably by the same unknown race that delivered Joy's ancestors to Mother of All.

"Well Scout Instructor you certainly are an unexpected reply to my request."
The vocoder on the Scout's chest translated the burst of colours that surged across their skin. "Arriving with the answer seemed an efficient solution to the restrictions limitations of travel times."
"You did cause something of a stir when you emerged. The biggest thing we've seen here before was a depot ship, and that was back in Lorn's day."
"Are apologies compensations regrets required?"
Joy smiled, and made a complex sign with her fingers, indicating a matter of little import "No, just a surprise."
"We sign now?"
"Yes, I have been authorised by the Council of Elders to sign this modification of the treaty."

The Scout Instructor picked up the papers with one tentacle and looked through them. "All is in order correct." And it took a small box out of a harness, pressed the tip of a free tentacle into it, and then at the bottom of each page.

Joy took them back, and pressed her inked thumb against each page, and then signed her name.

A sign indicating an important query, "Are the lands territories properties clear for us to land arrive?"
"Yes, and airspace restrictions have been agreed to."
"Good pleasing efficient."
"It is for our benefit that we asked you to establish a Scout school here. Will the Maui be here long?"
"Apologies error, we understood thought you had knowledge. The Maui is permanently assigned to this station. In case of dramatic major intervention."

Joy sat back in surprise. "They've assigned us a Frontier Class cruiser? In case we need to do a full interdiction?"
"Correct."
"I see. Well, thank-you instructor, I'll let you return to your ship and your duties."
"Very good yes Scout Commander."
"What?"

A burst of bright colours washed across the sophonts skin and it handed an envelope to Joy "Your orders Scout Commander. You have been reactivated."
Before she could answer, it flowed out of her office.

After a few minutes, Joy opened the envelope. Inside was a new Scout ID card, and her orders to establish a new Scout Base on Mother of All. Starting with a locally-based school.

So much for retiring.

#ShamanSpace #SF #SFF #SciFi #SpaceOpera #Microfiction #Microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting

3 Months ago, Council Offices, Divesen Station.

Joy looked across her desk at the Scout. They were not human, but one of the many species that had been derived from Earth-species stock in the distant, distant past. Probably by the same unknown race that delivered Joy's ancestors to Mother of All.

"Well Scout Instructor you certainly are an unexpected reply to my request."
The vocoder on the Scout's chest translated the burst of colours that surged across their skin. "Arriving with the answer seemed an efficient solution to the restrictions limitations of travel times."
"You did cause something of a stir when you emerged. The biggest thing we've seen here before was a depot ship, and that was back in Lorn's day."
"Are apologies compensations regrets required?"
Joy smiled, and made a complex sign with her fingers, indicating a matter of little import "No, just a surprise."
"We sign now?"
"Yes, I have been authorised by the Council of Elders to sign this modification of the treaty."

The Scout Instructor picked up the papers with one tentacle and looked through them. "All is in order correct." And it took a small box out of a harness, pressed the tip of a free tentacle into it, and then at the bottom of each page.

Joy took them back, and pressed her inked thumb against each page, and then signed her name.

A sign indicating an important query, "Are the lands territories properties clear for us to land arrive?"
"Yes, and airspace restrictions have been agreed to."
"Good pleasing efficient."
"It is for our benefit that we asked you to establish a Scout school here. Will the Maui be here long?"
"Apologies error, we understood thought you had knowledge. The Maui is permanently assigned to this station. In case of dramatic major intervention."

Joy sat back in surprise. "They've assigned us a Frontier Class cruiser? In case we need to do a full interdiction?"
"Correct."
"I see. Well, thank-you instructor, I'll let you return to your ship and your duties."
"Very good yes Scout Commander."
"What?"

A burst of bright colours washed across the sophonts skin and it handed an envelope to Joy "Your orders Scout Commander. You have been reactivated."
Before she could answer, it flowed out of her office.

After a few minutes, Joy opened the envelope. Inside was a new Scout ID card, and her orders to establish a new Scout Base on Mother of All. Starting with a locally-based school.

So much for retiring.

#ShamanSpace #SF #SFF #SciFi #SpaceOpera #Microfiction #Microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting

3 Months ago, Council Offices, Divesen Station.

Joy looked across her desk at the Scout. They were not human, but one of the many species that had been derived from Earth-species stock in the distant, distant past. Probably by the same unknown race that delivered Joy's ancestors to Mother of All.

"Well Scout Instructor you certainly are an unexpected reply to my request."
The vocoder on the Scout's chest translated the burst of colours that surged across their skin. "Arriving with the answer seemed an efficient solution to the restrictions limitations of travel times."
"You did cause something of a stir when you emerged. The biggest thing we've seen here before was a depot ship, and that was back in Lorn's day."
"Are apologies compensations regrets required?"
Joy smiled, and made a complex sign with her fingers, indicating a matter of little import "No, just a surprise."
"We sign now?"
"Yes, I have been authorised by the Council of Elders to sign this modification of the treaty."

The Scout Instructor picked up the papers with one tentacle and looked through them. "All is in order correct." And it took a small box out of a harness, pressed the tip of a free tentacle into it, and then at the bottom of each page.

Joy took them back, and pressed her inked thumb against each page, and then signed her name.

A sign indicating an important query, "Are the lands territories properties clear for us to land arrive?"
"Yes, and airspace restrictions have been agreed to."
"Good pleasing efficient."
"It is for our benefit that we asked you to establish a Scout school here. Will the Maui be here long?"
"Apologies error, we understood thought you had knowledge. The Maui is permanently assigned to this station. In case of dramatic major intervention."

Joy sat back in surprise. "They've assigned us a Frontier Class cruiser? In case we need to do a full interdiction?"
"Correct."
"I see. Well, thank-you instructor, I'll let you return to your ship and your duties."
"Very good yes Scout Commander."
"What?"

A burst of bright colours washed across the sophonts skin and it handed an envelope to Joy "Your orders Scout Commander. You have been reactivated."
Before she could answer, it flowed out of her office.

After a few minutes, Joy opened the envelope. Inside was a new Scout ID card, and her orders to establish a new Scout Base on Mother of All. Starting with a locally-based school.

So much for retiring.

#ShamanSpace #SF #SFF #SciFi #SpaceOpera #Microfiction #Microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting

3 Months ago, Council Offices, Divesen Station.

Joy looked across her desk at the Scout. They were not human, but one of the many species that had been derived from Earth-species stock in the distant, distant past. Probably by the same unknown race that delivered Joy's ancestors to Mother of All.

"Well Scout Instructor you certainly are an unexpected reply to my request."
The vocoder on the Scout's chest translated the burst of colours that surged across their skin. "Arriving with the answer seemed an efficient solution to the restrictions limitations of travel times."
"You did cause something of a stir when you emerged. The biggest thing we've seen here before was a depot ship, and that was back in Lorn's day."
"Are apologies compensations regrets required?"
Joy smiled, and made a complex sign with her fingers, indicating a matter of little import "No, just a surprise."
"We sign now?"
"Yes, I have been authorised by the Council of Elders to sign this modification of the treaty."

The Scout Instructor picked up the papers with one tentacle and looked through them. "All is in order correct." And it took a small box out of a harness, pressed the tip of a free tentacle into it, and then at the bottom of each page.

Joy took them back, and pressed her inked thumb against each page, and then signed her name.

A sign indicating an important query, "Are the lands territories properties clear for us to land arrive?"
"Yes, and airspace restrictions have been agreed to."
"Good pleasing efficient."
"It is for our benefit that we asked you to establish a Scout school here. Will the Maui be here long?"
"Apologies error, we understood thought you had knowledge. The Maui is permanently assigned to this station. In case of dramatic major intervention."

Joy sat back in surprise. "They've assigned us a Frontier Class cruiser? In case we need to do a full interdiction?"
"Correct."
"I see. Well, thank-you instructor, I'll let you return to your ship and your duties."
"Very good yes Scout Commander."
"What?"

A burst of bright colours washed across the sophonts skin and it handed an envelope to Joy "Your orders Scout Commander. You have been reactivated."
Before she could answer, it flowed out of her office.

After a few minutes, Joy opened the envelope. Inside was a new Scout ID card, and her orders to establish a new Scout Base on Mother of All. Starting with a locally-based school.

So much for retiring.

#ShamanSpace #SF #SFF #SciFi #SpaceOpera #Microfiction #Microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting

3 Months ago, Council Offices, Divesen Station.

Joy looked across her desk at the Scout. They were not human, but one of the many species that had been derived from Earth-species stock in the distant, distant past. Probably by the same unknown race that delivered Joy's ancestors to Mother of All.

"Well Scout Instructor you certainly are an unexpected reply to my request."
The vocoder on the Scout's chest translated the burst of colours that surged across their skin. "Arriving with the answer seemed an efficient solution to the restrictions limitations of travel times."
"You did cause something of a stir when you emerged. The biggest thing we've seen here before was a depot ship, and that was back in Lorn's day."
"Are apologies compensations regrets required?"
Joy smiled, and made a complex sign with her fingers, indicating a matter of little import "No, just a surprise."
"We sign now?"
"Yes, I have been authorised by the Council of Elders to sign this modification of the treaty."

The Scout Instructor picked up the papers with one tentacle and looked through them. "All is in order correct." And it took a small box out of a harness, pressed the tip of a free tentacle into it, and then at the bottom of each page.

Joy took them back, and pressed her inked thumb against each page, and then signed her name.

A sign indicating an important query, "Are the lands territories properties clear for us to land arrive?"
"Yes, and airspace restrictions have been agreed to."
"Good pleasing efficient."
"It is for our benefit that we asked you to establish a Scout school here. Will the Maui be here long?"
"Apologies error, we understood thought you had knowledge. The Maui is permanently assigned to this station. In case of dramatic major intervention."

Joy sat back in surprise. "They've assigned us a Frontier Class cruiser? In case we need to do a full interdiction?"
"Correct."
"I see. Well, thank-you instructor, I'll let you return to your ship and your duties."
"Very good yes Scout Commander."
"What?"

A burst of bright colours washed across the sophonts skin and it handed an envelope to Joy "Your orders Scout Commander. You have been reactivated."
Before she could answer, it flowed out of her office.

After a few minutes, Joy opened the envelope. Inside was a new Scout ID card, and her orders to establish a new Scout Base on Mother of All. Starting with a locally-based school.

So much for retiring.

#ShamanSpace #SF #SFF #SciFi #SpaceOpera #Microfiction #Microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting

"Do you have any questions for me about the vessel or the role?"

"I think we've covered everything. Uh, except—"

"Go ahead, there are no stupid questions on my ship"

"I have a pet rat. Does the _Velma_ allow pets?"

"You'll have to bribe the ships cats, but CONN CAPTAIN WE'VE GOT ANOTHER RATTER!"

"CAPTAIN CONN AWESOME JERRY WILL BE STOKED TO HAVE A NEW PLAYMATE"

"That should be fine; welcome aboard, probie"

#Tootfic #MicroFiction #PowerOnStoryToot

"Do you have any questions for me about the vessel or the role?"

"I think we've covered everything. Uh, except—"

"Go ahead, there are no stupid questions on my ship"

"I have a pet rat. Does the _Velma_ allow pets?"

"You'll have to bribe the ships cats, but CONN CAPTAIN WE'VE GOT ANOTHER RATTER!"

"CAPTAIN CONN AWESOME JERRY WILL BE STOKED TO HAVE A NEW PLAYMATE"

"That should be fine; welcome aboard, probie"

#Tootfic #MicroFiction #PowerOnStoryToot

"Do you have any questions for me about the vessel or the role?"

"I think we've covered everything. Uh, except—"

"Go ahead, there are no stupid questions on my ship"

"I have a pet rat. Does the _Velma_ allow pets?"

"You'll have to bribe the ships cats, but CONN CAPTAIN WE'VE GOT ANOTHER RATTER!"

"CAPTAIN CONN AWESOME JERRY WILL BE STOKED TO HAVE A NEW PLAYMATE"

"That should be fine; welcome aboard, probie"

#Tootfic #MicroFiction #PowerOnStoryToot

"Do you have any questions for me about the vessel or the role?"

"I think we've covered everything. Uh, except—"

"Go ahead, there are no stupid questions on my ship"

"I have a pet rat. Does the _Velma_ allow pets?"

"You'll have to bribe the ships cats, but CONN CAPTAIN WE'VE GOT ANOTHER RATTER!"

"CAPTAIN CONN AWESOME JERRY WILL BE STOKED TO HAVE A NEW PLAYMATE"

"That should be fine; welcome aboard, probie"

#Tootfic #MicroFiction #PowerOnStoryToot

"Do you have any questions for me about the vessel or the role?"

"I think we've covered everything. Uh, except—"

"Go ahead, there are no stupid questions on my ship"

"I have a pet rat. Does the _Velma_ allow pets?"

"You'll have to bribe the ships cats, but CONN CAPTAIN WE'VE GOT ANOTHER RATTER!"

"CAPTAIN CONN AWESOME JERRY WILL BE STOKED TO HAVE A NEW PLAYMATE"

"That should be fine; welcome aboard, probie"

#Tootfic #MicroFiction #PowerOnStoryToot

#TootFic

The old man eyed me across the grog-soaked table, “I chased him across the Atlantic, through storms round The Cape, in the frozen wastes, and across the South Sea maelstroms!”

He balled his fist and leant a snaggley smirk. “But I got him! It took everything I had: my family, my money… but I got that bastard whale!”

The inn door latch rattled, but no-one looked up.

“I caught him up in Bali, rowed out, and then... ”

Suddenly, a flipper touched his shoulder: “Tag! You're It again!”

Titanic Steward: Fragment I

#FanFic #Titanic Voyage @juliebihn
#Wss366 Gin #TimeTravelAuthors 09/3. Bonus Fragment

“Hey, Hart. What are you thinking? Are you stupid?” One of the other Titanic stewards asked.

“What do you mean?” Milo Hart took the comment calmly, though he probably would have decked the man back in port. Here, on board the ship, an altercation would get you reprimanded or fired. It was a good job that paid well. It was a darn sight better than being a dirt farmer back home. If he didn’t lose this job, he could marry Sally when the trip was done.

“I saw you out on the first-class promenade. You don’t belong there. And with a guest.”

“She asked me to escort her. She was feeling ill and needed air.” Hart made up an excuse on the fly. He had always been good at that. It might not have been true, but no one would ever know.

“She talks to herself,” and the other steward touched his head. “Be careful, you’ll get into trouble!”

“You trying to #gin up problems? Going to report me if I do a guest a favor?”

“No, I just worry about you. You’ve been odd recently.”

“Don’t fret. I have a sinking feeling it won’t matter for long. I’m usually right when I have these feelings too.”

#MicroFiction #TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #SliceOfLife

Titanic Steward: Fragment I

#FanFic #Titanic Voyage @juliebihn
#Wss366 Gin #TimeTravelAuthors 09/3. Bonus Fragment

“Hey, Hart. What are you thinking? Are you stupid?” One of the other Titanic stewards asked.

“What do you mean?” Milo Hart took the comment calmly, though he probably would have decked the man back in port. Here, on board the ship, an altercation would get you reprimanded or fired. It was a good job that paid well. It was a darn sight better than being a dirt farmer back home. If he didn’t lose this job, he could marry Sally when the trip was done.

“I saw you out on the first-class promenade. You don’t belong there. And with a guest.”

“She asked me to escort her. She was feeling ill and needed air.” Hart made up an excuse on the fly. He had always been good at that. It might not have been true, but no one would ever know.

“She talks to herself,” and the other steward touched his head. “Be careful, you’ll get into trouble!”

“You trying to #gin up problems? Going to report me if I do a guest a favor?”

“No, I just worry about you. You’ve been odd recently.”

“Don’t fret. I have a sinking feeling it won’t matter for long. I’m usually right when I have these feelings too.”

#MicroFiction #TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #SliceOfLife

Titanic Steward: Fragment I

#FanFic #Titanic Voyage @juliebihn
#Wss366 Gin #TimeTravelAuthors 09/3. Bonus Fragment

“Hey, Hart. What are you thinking? Are you stupid?” One of the other Titanic stewards asked.

“What do you mean?” Milo Hart took the comment calmly, though he probably would have decked the man back in port. Here, on board the ship, an altercation would get you reprimanded or fired. It was a good job that paid well. It was a darn sight better than being a dirt farmer back home. If he didn’t lose this job, he could marry Sally when the trip was done.

“I saw you out on the first-class promenade. You don’t belong there. And with a guest.”

“She asked me to escort her. She was feeling ill and needed air.” Hart made up an excuse on the fly. He had always been good at that. It might not have been true, but no one would ever know.

“She talks to herself,” and the other steward touched his head. “Be careful, you’ll get into trouble!”

“You trying to #gin up problems? Going to report me if I do a guest a favor?”

“No, I just worry about you. You’ve been odd recently.”

“Don’t fret. I have a sinking feeling it won’t matter for long. I’m usually right when I have these feelings too.”

#MicroFiction #TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #SliceOfLife

Titanic Steward: Fragment I

#FanFic #Titanic Voyage @juliebihn
#Wss366 Gin #TimeTravelAuthors 09/3. Bonus Fragment

“Hey, Hart. What are you thinking? Are you stupid?” One of the other Titanic stewards asked.

“What do you mean?” Milo Hart took the comment calmly, though he probably would have decked the man back in port. Here, on board the ship, an altercation would get you reprimanded or fired. It was a good job that paid well. It was a darn sight better than being a dirt farmer back home. If he didn’t lose this job, he could marry Sally when the trip was done.

“I saw you out on the first-class promenade. You don’t belong there. And with a guest.”

“She asked me to escort her. She was feeling ill and needed air.” Hart made up an excuse on the fly. He had always been good at that. It might not have been true, but no one would ever know.

“She talks to herself,” and the other steward touched his head. “Be careful, you’ll get into trouble!”

“You trying to #gin up problems? Going to report me if I do a guest a favor?”

“No, I just worry about you. You’ve been odd recently.”

“Don’t fret. I have a sinking feeling it won’t matter for long. I’m usually right when I have these feelings too.”

#MicroFiction #TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #SliceOfLife

Titanic Steward: Fragment I

#FanFic #Titanic Voyage @juliebihn
#Wss366 Gin #TimeTravelAuthors 09/3. Bonus Fragment

“Hey, Hart. What are you thinking? Are you stupid?” One of the other Titanic stewards asked.

“What do you mean?” Milo Hart took the comment calmly, though he probably would have decked the man back in port. Here, on board the ship, an altercation would get you reprimanded or fired. It was a good job that paid well. It was a darn sight better than being a dirt farmer back home. If he didn’t lose this job, he could marry Sally when the trip was done.

“I saw you out on the first-class promenade. You don’t belong there. And with a guest.”

“She asked me to escort her. She was feeling ill and needed air.” Hart made up an excuse on the fly. He had always been good at that. It might not have been true, but no one would ever know.

“She talks to herself,” and the other steward touched his head. “Be careful, you’ll get into trouble!”

“You trying to #gin up problems? Going to report me if I do a guest a favor?”

“No, I just worry about you. You’ve been odd recently.”

“Don’t fret. I have a sinking feeling it won’t matter for long. I’m usually right when I have these feelings too.”

#MicroFiction #TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #SliceOfLife

“What’s operation IMPRESSIVE CODENAME?”

“I can’t tell you that!”

“Of course you can, I have TOP SECRET clearance”

“Oh my sweet summer child, TOP SECRET is nowhere near the top secret clearance. There are all kinds of special code word clearances above that”

“Like what?”

“Well you’d need EUPHEMISTIC WARCRIME clearance before I could even show you the list of clearances”

“Well how do I get that?”

“I can’t tell you, the process is classified OBSCURE IN-JOKE”

“This is absurd, who makes up those rules?”

“It’s complicated. The NATIONAL OBFUSCATORY AGENCY is involved.”

“You made that up!”

“I assuredly did not. The PERIPHERALLY RELEVANT COUNTERINTELLIGENCE DIRECTORATE did that to conceal their own existence"

“The who?”

“Oh fuck, forget I said that, you aren’t cleared to know they exist without being read into the CONFLICTING BAILIWICK project”

“Screw this, let’s get lunch. I need a drink!”

“I’m not cleared for the food court.”

#Tootfic #MicroFiction #PowerOnStoryToot #BonusEdition

“What’s operation IMPRESSIVE CODENAME?”

“I can’t tell you that!”

“Of course you can, I have TOP SECRET clearance”

“Oh my sweet summer child, TOP SECRET is nowhere near the top secret clearance. There are all kinds of special code word clearances above that”

“Like what?”

“Well you’d need EUPHEMISTIC WARCRIME clearance before I could even show you the list of clearances”

“Well how do I get that?”

“I can’t tell you, the process is classified OBSCURE IN-JOKE”

“This is absurd, who makes up those rules?”

“It’s complicated. The NATIONAL OBFUSCATORY AGENCY is involved.”

“You made that up!”

“I assuredly did not. The PERIPHERALLY RELEVANT COUNTERINTELLIGENCE DIRECTORATE did that to conceal their own existence"

“The who?”

“Oh fuck, forget I said that, you aren’t cleared to know they exist without being read into the CONFLICTING BAILIWICK project”

“Screw this, let’s get lunch. I need a drink!”

“I’m not cleared for the food court.”

#Tootfic #MicroFiction #PowerOnStoryToot #BonusEdition

“What’s operation IMPRESSIVE CODENAME?”

“I can’t tell you that!”

“Of course you can, I have TOP SECRET clearance”

“Oh my sweet summer child, TOP SECRET is nowhere near the top secret clearance. There are all kinds of special code word clearances above that”

“Like what?”

“Well you’d need EUPHEMISTIC WARCRIME clearance before I could even show you the list of clearances”

“Well how do I get that?”

“I can’t tell you, the process is classified OBSCURE IN-JOKE”

“This is absurd, who makes up those rules?”

“It’s complicated. The NATIONAL OBFUSCATORY AGENCY is involved.”

“You made that up!”

“I assuredly did not. The PERIPHERALLY RELEVANT COUNTERINTELLIGENCE DIRECTORATE did that to conceal their own existence"

“The who?”

“Oh fuck, forget I said that, you aren’t cleared to know they exist without being read into the CONFLICTING BAILIWICK project”

“Screw this, let’s get lunch. I need a drink!”

“I’m not cleared for the food court.”

#Tootfic #MicroFiction #PowerOnStoryToot #BonusEdition

“What’s operation IMPRESSIVE CODENAME?”

“I can’t tell you that!”

“Of course you can, I have TOP SECRET clearance”

“Oh my sweet summer child, TOP SECRET is nowhere near the top secret clearance. There are all kinds of special code word clearances above that”

“Like what?”

“Well you’d need EUPHEMISTIC WARCRIME clearance before I could even show you the list of clearances”

“Well how do I get that?”

“I can’t tell you, the process is classified OBSCURE IN-JOKE”

“This is absurd, who makes up those rules?”

“It’s complicated. The NATIONAL OBFUSCATORY AGENCY is involved.”

“You made that up!”

“I assuredly did not. The PERIPHERALLY RELEVANT COUNTERINTELLIGENCE DIRECTORATE did that to conceal their own existence"

“The who?”

“Oh fuck, forget I said that, you aren’t cleared to know they exist without being read into the CONFLICTING BAILIWICK project”

“Screw this, let’s get lunch. I need a drink!”

“I’m not cleared for the food court.”

#Tootfic #MicroFiction #PowerOnStoryToot #BonusEdition

“What’s operation IMPRESSIVE CODENAME?”

“I can’t tell you that!”

“Of course you can, I have TOP SECRET clearance”

“Oh my sweet summer child, TOP SECRET is nowhere near the top secret clearance. There are all kinds of special code word clearances above that”

“Like what?”

“Well you’d need EUPHEMISTIC WARCRIME clearance before I could even show you the list of clearances”

“Well how do I get that?”

“I can’t tell you, the process is classified OBSCURE IN-JOKE”

“This is absurd, who makes up those rules?”

“It’s complicated. The NATIONAL OBFUSCATORY AGENCY is involved.”

“You made that up!”

“I assuredly did not. The PERIPHERALLY RELEVANT COUNTERINTELLIGENCE DIRECTORATE did that to conceal their own existence"

“The who?”

“Oh fuck, forget I said that, you aren’t cleared to know they exist without being read into the CONFLICTING BAILIWICK project”

“Screw this, let’s get lunch. I need a drink!”

“I’m not cleared for the food court.”

#Tootfic #MicroFiction #PowerOnStoryToot #BonusEdition

Jacob announced to his team he was going to delete the fifth wall app, a program that would allow them to communicate with their past selves. Their past PUBLISHED selves, specifically - they were, after all, sentient, fictional characters.

Reggie says, "In all seriousness, I'm proud of you, Jacob. I was going to say that-"

Jacob opened the lid to his computer to delete the program.

"-we need to nip this thing in the bud-"

The laptop started generating what sounded like feedback. Everyone clapped their hands over their ears.

"-What is-?" Reggie started. "The fifth wall is open again! Shut it dow-"

Jacob slammed the lid shut again. "How am I supposed to delete the app when I can't even open my laptop?!"

Enzo crossed his arms. "Is everything about the app on your laptop?"

"Yeah."

"Ok, pull the battery out-"

Jacob's eyes widened. "That'll allow me to restart it..."

"-then smash the laptop to pieces."

Jacob paused. "That WON'T allow me to restart it."

#MicroFiction #FlashFiction #TootFic #ShortStory #SciFi #ScienceFiction

Jacob announced to his team he was going to delete the fifth wall app, a program that would allow them to communicate with their past selves. Their past PUBLISHED selves, specifically - they were, after all, sentient, fictional characters.

Reggie says, "In all seriousness, I'm proud of you, Jacob. I was going to say that-"

Jacob opened the lid to his computer to delete the program.

"-we need to nip this thing in the bud-"

The laptop started generating what sounded like feedback. Everyone clapped their hands over their ears.

"-What is-?" Reggie started. "The fifth wall is open again! Shut it dow-"

Jacob slammed the lid shut again. "How am I supposed to delete the app when I can't even open my laptop?!"

Enzo crossed his arms. "Is everything about the app on your laptop?"

"Yeah."

"Ok, pull the battery out-"

Jacob's eyes widened. "That'll allow me to restart it..."

"-then smash the laptop to pieces."

Jacob paused. "That WON'T allow me to restart it."

#MicroFiction #FlashFiction #TootFic #ShortStory #SciFi #ScienceFiction

Variable

You think that RR Lyrae is a variable star with a period of about thirteen hours.

You don't know that that in reality it is an Angel who has not yet finished reeling from the slap the Creator gave them for their blunder.

Which blunder? Well...

#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction

Variable

You think that RR Lyrae is a variable star with a period of about thirteen hours.

You don't know that that in reality it is an Angel who has not yet finished reeling from the slap the Creator gave them for their blunder.

Which blunder? Well...

#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction

Variable

You think that RR Lyrae is a variable star with a period of about thirteen hours.

You don't know that that in reality it is an Angel who has not yet finished reeling from the slap the Creator gave them for their blunder.

Which blunder? Well...

#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction

Variable

You think that RR Lyrae is a variable star with a period of about thirteen hours.

You don't know that that in reality it is an Angel who has not yet finished reeling from the slap the Creator gave them for their blunder.

Which blunder? Well...

#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction

“Going to ChosenCon?”

“Where is it this year?”

“Glasgow”

“Love to, can’t afford flights to europe have you seen the freaking prices”

“They have travel assistance, don’t forget”

“Oh yes, I remember. Tell me you’ve never spent sixteen hours on a magic carpet with no bathroom without et cetera”

#Tootfic #MicroFiction #PowerOnStoryToot

#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 62
#Wss366 Mole #TimeTravelAuthors 9/2 Whatever

More seriously, we rounded the screen in time to see the cat cross the space beyond and disappear behind a triptych. An image painted on the edge panel caught my eye. It depicted a woman summoning a giant skeleton, with a dog-sized frog at her feet. “Takiyasha-hime,” I thought.

The portrait’s most interesting detail was the large, yellow tear-#mole below one of her eyes. That was no coincidence. The mark was an inauspicious one, and I suspected the painter had intended the figure to be recognized as ill-fated before the viewer ever noticed the skeleton.

It was easy to see how a place like this might acquire a sinister reputation, even becoming considered cursed. That would make it an ideal location to hide a secret entrance.

My supposition proved correct. When we slipped around the partition, we found an alcove draped with drab, dusty wall hangings, and concealed behind one of them was an opening to a narrow passageway.

#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 62
#Wss366 Mole #TimeTravelAuthors 9/2 Whatever

More seriously, we rounded the screen in time to see the cat cross the space beyond and disappear behind a triptych. An image painted on the edge panel caught my eye. It depicted a woman summoning a giant skeleton, with a dog-sized frog at her feet. “Takiyasha-hime,” I thought.

The portrait’s most interesting detail was the large, yellow tear-#mole below one of her eyes. That was no coincidence. The mark was an inauspicious one, and I suspected the painter had intended the figure to be recognized as ill-fated before the viewer ever noticed the skeleton.

It was easy to see how a place like this might acquire a sinister reputation, even becoming considered cursed. That would make it an ideal location to hide a secret entrance.

My supposition proved correct. When we slipped around the partition, we found an alcove draped with drab, dusty wall hangings, and concealed behind one of them was an opening to a narrow passageway.

#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 62
#Wss366 Mole #TimeTravelAuthors 9/2 Whatever

More seriously, we rounded the screen in time to see the cat cross the space beyond and disappear behind a triptych. An image painted on the edge panel caught my eye. It depicted a woman summoning a giant skeleton, with a dog-sized frog at her feet. “Takiyasha-hime,” I thought.

The portrait’s most interesting detail was the large, yellow tear-#mole below one of her eyes. That was no coincidence. The mark was an inauspicious one, and I suspected the painter had intended the figure to be recognized as ill-fated before the viewer ever noticed the skeleton.

It was easy to see how a place like this might acquire a sinister reputation, even becoming considered cursed. That would make it an ideal location to hide a secret entrance.

My supposition proved correct. When we slipped around the partition, we found an alcove draped with drab, dusty wall hangings, and concealed behind one of them was an opening to a narrow passageway.

#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 62
#Wss366 Mole #TimeTravelAuthors 9/2 Whatever

More seriously, we rounded the screen in time to see the cat cross the space beyond and disappear behind a triptych. An image painted on the edge panel caught my eye. It depicted a woman summoning a giant skeleton, with a dog-sized frog at her feet. “Takiyasha-hime,” I thought.

The portrait’s most interesting detail was the large, yellow tear-#mole below one of her eyes. That was no coincidence. The mark was an inauspicious one, and I suspected the painter had intended the figure to be recognized as ill-fated before the viewer ever noticed the skeleton.

It was easy to see how a place like this might acquire a sinister reputation, even becoming considered cursed. That would make it an ideal location to hide a secret entrance.

My supposition proved correct. When we slipped around the partition, we found an alcove draped with drab, dusty wall hangings, and concealed behind one of them was an opening to a narrow passageway.

#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 62
#Wss366 Mole #TimeTravelAuthors 9/2 Whatever

More seriously, we rounded the screen in time to see the cat cross the space beyond and disappear behind a triptych. An image painted on the edge panel caught my eye. It depicted a woman summoning a giant skeleton, with a dog-sized frog at her feet. “Takiyasha-hime,” I thought.

The portrait’s most interesting detail was the large, yellow tear-#mole below one of her eyes. That was no coincidence. The mark was an inauspicious one, and I suspected the painter had intended the figure to be recognized as ill-fated before the viewer ever noticed the skeleton.

It was easy to see how a place like this might acquire a sinister reputation, even becoming considered cursed. That would make it an ideal location to hide a secret entrance.

My supposition proved correct. When we slipped around the partition, we found an alcove draped with drab, dusty wall hangings, and concealed behind one of them was an opening to a narrow passageway.

#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

Test

If you test a Wizard's patience, you might end up thinly sprayed over the surrounding walls.

If you test a Witch's patience, you might end up going "ribbit" near a pond for a few hours.

One of these approaches constitutes a useful lesson.

#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction

Test

If you test a Wizard's patience, you might end up thinly sprayed over the surrounding walls.

If you test a Witch's patience, you might end up going "ribbit" near a pond for a few hours.

One of these approaches constitutes a useful lesson.

#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction

Test

If you test a Wizard's patience, you might end up thinly sprayed over the surrounding walls.

If you test a Witch's patience, you might end up going "ribbit" near a pond for a few hours.

One of these approaches constitutes a useful lesson.

#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction

Test

If you test a Wizard's patience, you might end up thinly spayed over the surrounding walls.

If you test a Witch's patience, you might end up going "ribbit" near a pond for a few hours.

One of these approaches constitutes a useful lesson.

#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction

#MastoPrompt tarnation #Vss366 saber

The pawn broker handed his apprentice a #saber thickly encrusted with verdigris. “What do you think this is worth?”

“Given the #tarnation, I would guess very little.”

The master cuffed the apprentice. “Wrong in so many ways!”

#TootFic #MicroFic #puns

@asakiyume

#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 96: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus

**#Wss366 Shining #TimeTravelAuthors 04/29. Author's choice/promo

“Come,” said the hooded figure, beckoning toward the rear of the tavern. “They love not sorcerers here. Nor foreigners, as your clothes mark you.”

I followed him closely across the crowded floor, flanked by two guards. The murmur of complaint that continued wasn’t reassuring, but the crowd parted for our guide as if he were Moses at the Red Sea. As we reached an exit, he turned and addressed the room. While I didn’t understand the words, they silenced the complaints.

Beyond the door, we emerged into a dusty alley stinking of refuse or worse. Overhead, the sun blazed down, #shining hot enough to fry one’s brains. I wished I could change my clothes to the coarse linen tunics worn by my guards, but it seemed unwise to resort to “sorcery.” It was a balance between looking outlandish or confirming I was a sorceress. I made the obvious choice not to make things worse.

“We should hurry,” our host said in French. “The Franks will know of your arrival soon. They govern with Satan’s iron fist.”

I translated for Emily, who nodded and kept pace with us.

We threaded our way through twisted alleys, drawing suspicious stares and the occasional sign against the evil eye. The people we passed were of a swarthy cast, wearing loose robes, tunics, and turbans. They spoke a multitude of languages, none of which I understood.

There was a sense of tension and distrust beyond what our mere presence could explain. There were furtive glances up and down the street and hushed voices instead of gossip.

“Do you think we're in Nicosia?” Emily asked me.

“Are we in Nicosia?” I, in turn, asked our guide.

“Nicosia, 907 Anno Martyrum or 1191 by your calendar.”

“Yes,” I said to Emily. “And I think he knows we're time-travelers. Why else would he tell me the year?”

Emily nodded again, while my guards gave me an evil glare. The youth soon explained, “It is best not to speak the language of the invaders. Al-Malik Rīchārd is not well-loved.”

As he finished speaking, shouts and the sound of running feet broke the uneasy murmur of the street. Soon after, men ran past us in disorganized ones, twos, and threes. Cries of “Hoi Naítai,” “Hoi Phrángoi,” “Al-Faranj,” and “Fursān al-Haykal” filled the air.

My guards drew their daggers, and we turned to retreat, only to be met by the crowd surging back, milling about like trapped sheep.

“Alas!” our guide cried. "The Franks! We've been betrayed!"

#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri

"Awesome!" he looked down.

"Yeah," I had to smile. It had taken a lot of work to build, but it was the sickest course the world had ever known! The only question was whether it was survivable. I hadn't had such luck, finding myself in a strange hospital with a baby, no instructions, no idea where the wings came from. I didn't help that I was an atheist. But the kid turned out to be one, too, so maybe there was, like, a special division or something. Having no real guidance meant a lot of stuff was an "uh, sure." Taking him here to prove I was real was one of those, but he'd saved bus fare and it was only a few towns over. Somehow it was still standing and not even all that rickety!

"Welp, here goes!"

"Your funeral, dude," I sent him off with a push. Apparently that was what he needed, because he totally made the jump! The rest was a lot of banging and a "WHUMP!"

"I HURT MY EVERYTHING!"

"BUT YOU SURVIVED!"

That had to count for something, right?

#TootFic #SmallStories #MicroFiction #angel #GuardianAngel