#toottales — Public Fediverse posts
Live and recent posts from across the Fediverse tagged #toottales, aggregated by home.social.
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---True Story---
I was looking for a teacher and she was looking to sell yoga blocks.
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---True Story---
I was looking for a teacher and she was looking to sell yoga blocks.
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---True Story---
I was looking for a teacher and she was looking to sell yoga blocks.
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---True Story---
I was looking for a teacher and she was looking to sell yoga blocks.
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---True Story---
I was looking for a teacher and she was looking to sell yoga blocks.
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---Double-blind affair---
She had no idea I existed and I did not know who she was.
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---Double-blind affair---
She had no idea I existed and I did not know who she was.
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---Double-blind affair---
She had no idea I existed and I did not know who she was.
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---Double-blind affair---
She had no idea I existed and I did not know who she was.
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---Double-blind affair---
She had no idea I existed and I did not know who she was.
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"But, grandmother, what big eyes you have!" - Little Red Flying Hood
"I have several pairs, all the better to see you with, dear." - The Big Bad Spider
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"But, grandmother, what big eyes you have!" - Little Red Flying Hood
"I have several pairs, all the better to see you with, dear." - The Big Bad Spider
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"But, grandmother, what big eyes you have!" - Little Red Flying Hood
"I have several pairs, all the better to see you with, dear." - The Big Bad Spider
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"But, grandmother, what big eyes you have!" - Little Red Flying Hood
"I have several pairs, all the better to see you with, dear." - The Big Bad Spider
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"But, grandmother, what big eyes you have!" - Little Red Flying Hood
"I have several pairs, all the better to see you with, dear." - The Big Bad Spider
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---Short Story without Moral---
- I love you, I said.
- I know, she said.There followed a brief awkward silence. Then she whacked me with her guitar, knocking off all my hopes.
When I came back to, she was no longer there.
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---Short Story without Moral---
- I love you, I said.
- I know, she said.There followed a brief awkward silence. Then she whacked me with her guitar, knocking off all my hopes.
When I came back to, she was no longer there.
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---Short Story without Moral---
- I love you, I said.
- I know, she said.There followed a brief awkward silence. Then she whacked me with her guitar, knocking off all my hopes.
When I came back to, she was no longer there.
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---Short Story without Moral---
- I love you, I said.
- I know, she said.There followed a brief awkward silence. Then she whacked me with her guitar, knocking off all my hopes.
When I came back to, she was no longer there.
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---Short Story without Moral---
- I love you, I said.
- I know, she said.There followed a brief awkward silence. Then she whacked me with her guitar, knocking off all my hopes.
When I came back to, she was no longer there.
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---Apocalypses---
Despite not being inevitable, the prophet awaited with open arms.
It was only later, after the rapture, that forgotten and forlorn he cursed the name of his false god.
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---Apocalypses---
Despite not being inevitable, the prophet awaited with open arms.
It was only later, after the rapture, that forgotten and forlorn he cursed the name of his false god.
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---Apocalypses---
Despite not being inevitable, the prophet awaited with open arms.
It was only later, after the rapture, that forgotten and forlorn he cursed the name of his false god.
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---Apocalypses---
Despite not being inevitable, the prophet awaited with open arms.
It was only later, after the rapture, that forgotten and forlorn he cursed the name of his false god.
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---Apocalypses---
Despite not being inevitable, the prophet awaited with open arms.
It was only later, after the rapture, that forgotten and forlorn he cursed the name of his false god.
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---Scientific Fable---
"Grandmother, why do we move our eyes when we sleep?", asked the Little Red Riding Hood.
"The better to see the phantasmagories behind our eyelids", was the Big Bad Wolf's response.
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---Scientific Fable---
"Grandmother, why do we move our eyes when we sleep?", asked the Little Red Riding Hood.
"The better to see the phantasmagories behind our eyelids", was the Big Bad Wolf's response.
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---Scientific Fable---
"Grandmother, why do we move our eyes when we sleep?", asked the Little Red Riding Hood.
"The better to see the phantasmagories behind our eyelids", was the Big Bad Wolf's response.
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---Scientific Fable---
"Grandmother, why do we move our eyes when we sleep?", asked the Little Red Riding Hood.
"The better to see the phantasmagories behind our eyelids", was the Big Bad Wolf's response.
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---Scientific Fable---
"Grandmother, why do we move our eyes when we sleep?", asked the Little Red Riding Hood.
"The better to see the phantasmagories behind our eyelids", was the Big Bad Wolf's response.
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---Implied Conversation---
— Hello.
— Uh. Hello, good-day.
— Did you?
— Fleetingly...
— But yes?
— But yes.
— It was, wasn't it?
— I'd say. Hey, aren't you?
— Indeed, I.
— Oh, wow, I never.
— Here, please allow me...
— Oh.
— Mmhh?
— Oh. Oh. Ooohh...
— Yes...
— God, yes!
— Yes!
— Mmhh...
— It was...
— Yes, it was...
— Is this your?
— No, that is.
— It's been.
— Mine.
— Have a lovely day.
— Don't forget your. You too. -
---Implied Conversation---
— Hello.
— Uh. Hello, good-day.
— Did you?
— Fleetingly...
— But yes?
— But yes.
— It was, wasn't it?
— I'd say. Hey, aren't you?
— Indeed, I.
— Oh, wow, I never.
— Here, please allow me...
— Oh.
— Mmhh?
— Oh. Oh. Ooohh...
— Yes...
— God, yes!
— Yes!
— Mmhh...
— It was...
— Yes, it was...
— Is this your?
— No, that is.
— It's been.
— Mine.
— Have a lovely day.
— Don't forget your. You too. -
---Implied Conversation---
— Hello.
— Uh. Hello, good-day.
— Did you?
— Fleetingly...
— But yes?
— But yes.
— It was, wasn't it?
— I'd say. Hey, aren't you?
— Indeed, I.
— Oh, wow, I never.
— Here, please allow me...
— Oh.
— Mmhh?
— Oh. Oh. Ooohh...
— Yes...
— God, yes!
— Yes!
— Mmhh...
— It was...
— Yes, it was...
— Is this your?
— No, that is.
— It's been.
— Mine.
— Have a lovely day.
— Don't forget your. You too. -
---Implied Conversation---
— Hello.
— Uh. Hello, good-day.
— Did you?
— Fleetingly...
— But yes?
— But yes.
— It was, wasn't it?
— I'd say. Hey, aren't you?
— Indeed, I.
— Oh, wow, I never.
— Here, please allow me...
— Oh.
— Mmhh?
— Oh. Oh. Ooohh...
— Yes...
— God, yes!
— Yes!
— Mmhh...
— It was...
— Yes, it was...
— Is this your?
— No, that is.
— It's been.
— Mine.
— Have a lovely day.
— Don't forget your. You too. -
---Implied Conversation---
— Hello.
— Uh. Hello, good-day.
— Did you?
— Fleetingly...
— But yes?
— But yes.
— It was, wasn't it?
— I'd say. Hey, aren't you?
— Indeed, I.
— Oh, wow, I never.
— Here, please allow me...
— Oh.
— Mmhh?
— Oh. Oh. Ooohh...
— Yes...
— God, yes!
— Yes!
— Mmhh...
— It was...
— Yes, it was...
— Is this your?
— No, that is.
— It's been.
— Mine.
— Have a lovely day.
— Don't forget your. You too. -
---Irregular Apocalypse---
The end was nothing like we were led to believe it would be.
Yes, yes, there are _canonical_ apocalypses. They have blaring trumpets, the seas turning to blood, whores of Babylon beguiling the weakest among us. All kinds of crap like that, you know.
But this was no ordinary apocalypse, and the survivors, the very few who remained, wished with all their hearts that they had been unbelievers to begin with.
This is their story...
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---Irregular Apocalypse---
The end was nothing like we were led to believe it would be.
Yes, yes, there are _canonical_ apocalypses. They have blaring trumpets, the seas turning to blood, whores of Babylon beguiling the weakest among us. All kinds of crap like that, you know.
But this was no ordinary apocalypse, and the survivors, the very few who remained, wished with all their hearts that they had been unbelievers to begin with.
This is their story...
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---Irregular Apocalypse---
The end was nothing like we were led to believe it would be.
Yes, yes, there are _canonical_ apocalypses. They have blaring trumpets, the seas turning to blood, whores of Babylon beguiling the weakest among us. All kinds of crap like that, you know.
But this was no ordinary apocalypse, and the survivors, the very few who remained, wished with all their hearts that they had been unbelievers to begin with.
This is their story...
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---Irregular Apocalypse---
The end was nothing like we were led to believe it would be.
Yes, yes, there are _canonical_ apocalypses. They have blaring trumpets, the seas turning to blood, whores of Babylon beguiling the weakest among us. All kinds of crap like that, you know.
But this was no ordinary apocalypse, and the survivors, the very few who remained, wished with all their hearts that they had been unbelievers to begin with.
This is their story...
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---Irregular Apocalypse---
The end was nothing like we were led to believe it would be.
Yes, yes, there are _canonical_ apocalypses. They have blaring trumpets, the seas turning to blood, whores of Babylon beguiling the weakest among us. All kinds of crap like that, you know.
But this was no ordinary apocalypse, and the survivors, the very few who remained, wished with all their hearts that they had been unbelievers to begin with.
This is their story...
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"Before judging someone else's beliefs, ask yourself: is that which they believe any less believable than what you believe?"
— A Prophet Tries Being Reasonable
#QuoteOfMysteryAndImagination #Quote #microfiction #TootTales
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"Before judging someone else's beliefs, ask yourself: is that which they believe any less believable than what you believe?"
— A Prophet Tries Being Reasonable
#QuoteOfMysteryAndImagination #Quote #microfiction #TootTales
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"Before judging someone else's beliefs, ask yourself: is that which they believe any less believable than what you believe?"
— A Prophet Tries Being Reasonable
#QuoteOfMysteryAndImagination #Quote #microfiction #TootTales
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"Before judging someone else's beliefs, ask yourself: is that which they believe any less believable than what you believe?"
— A Prophet Tries Being Reasonable
#QuoteOfMysteryAndImagination #Quote #microfiction #TootTales
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"Before judging someone else's beliefs, ask yourself: is that which they believe any less believable than what you believe?"
— A Prophet Tries Being Reasonable
#QuoteOfMysteryAndImagination #Quote #microfiction #TootTales
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---Third Date---
"I don't like dogs but I like other animals" was not quite the same as "I like you".
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---Third Date---
"I don't like dogs but I like other animals" was not quite the same as "I like you".
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---Third Date---
"I don't like dogs but I like other animals" was not quite the same as "I like you".
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---Third Date---
"I don't like dogs but I like other animals" was not quite the same as "I like you".
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---Third Date---
"I don't like dogs but I like other animals" was not quite the same as "I like you".
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---Sincerely---
In the end, ours was an ill-fated love, and all I can say now is this: I hope she survived the zombie apocalypse.
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---Sincerely---
In the end, ours was an ill-fated love, and all I can say now is this: I hope she survived the zombie apocalypse.
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---Sincerely---
In the end, ours was an ill-fated love, and all I can say now is this: I hope she survived the zombie apocalypse.
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---Sincerely---
In the end, ours was an ill-fated love, and all I can say now is this: I hope she survived the zombie apocalypse.
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---Sincerely---
In the end, ours was an ill-fated love, and all I can say now is this: I hope she survived the zombie apocalypse.
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---Calling---
Sleep was not a hobby for her: it was a calling.
She thought of traveling in dreams. Of interpreting dreams. Of forecasting dreams. Of selling dreams in tiny bottles with handwritten labels, dreams that she could share with children and grown ups alike.
But then she was diagnosed with insomnia.
Heartbroken, she became a responsible writer instead, and wrote many horror tales that replaced all the dreams she didn't share.
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---Calling---
Sleep was not a hobby for her: it was a calling.
She thought of traveling in dreams. Of interpreting dreams. Of forecasting dreams. Of selling dreams in tiny bottles with handwritten labels, dreams that she could share with children and grown ups alike.
But then she was diagnosed with insomnia.
Heartbroken, she became a responsible writer instead, and wrote many horror tales that replaced all the dreams she didn't share.
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---Calling---
Sleep was not a hobby for her: it was a calling.
She thought of traveling in dreams. Of interpreting dreams. Of forecasting dreams. Of selling dreams in tiny bottles with handwritten labels, dreams that she could share with children and grown ups alike.
But then she was diagnosed with insomnia.
Heartbroken, she became a responsible writer instead, and wrote many horror tales that replaced all the dreams she didn't share.
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---Calling---
Sleep was not a hobby for her: it was a calling.
She thought of traveling in dreams. Of interpreting dreams. Of forecasting dreams. Of selling dreams in tiny bottles with handwritten labels, dreams that she could share with children and grown ups alike.
But then she was diagnosed with insomnia.
Heartbroken, she became a responsible writer instead, and wrote many horror tales that replaced all the dreams she didn't share.
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---Calling---
Sleep was not a hobby for her: it was a calling.
She thought of traveling in dreams. Of interpreting dreams. Of forecasting dreams. Of selling dreams in tiny bottles with handwritten labels, dreams that she could share with children and grown ups alike.
But then she was diagnosed with insomnia.
Heartbroken, she became a responsible writer instead, and wrote many horror tales that replaced all the dreams she didn't share.