*kindly elderly woman pushes a fascist down a flight of stairs*
"MAGA!" she exclaims with delight and claps her hands.
*kindly elderly woman suddenly brakes without warning and a Tesla automatically swerves off a cliff*
"MAGA!" she exclaims with delight and claps her hands.
*kindly elderly woman climbs out of her car to view the wreckage*
"MAGA?" asked a puzzled bystander.
"They Made A Grandmother Angry. I'm taking back the language," she giggled with a twinkle in her eye.
Arvo, drummer for metal band Viniculum, gazed on the mass of people gathered before the stage. Edvin tuned his guitar.
"Gods, is it hot!" Arvo swore. "We haven't started, and I feel like I'm roasting!"
"Well," said Onni the bassist, "it's mid summer, after all."
"And it is a festival," added Eevi the lead singer. "People are packed in like sardines."
"Also," added Edvin, "we're performing in hell."
The four exchanged glances. Edvin added, "Which is awesome, I admit...."
The #MastoPrompt for Friday 6 June 2025 is:
The poem or story can include the prompt word or be about the prompt word.
@ me, if you like, or just include the #MastoPrompt tag (to allow people to follow or filter their feeds), or keep your work to yourself - all the options are good as long as you're writing.
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Today's Wandering Shop Stories #prompt is #spread. Feel like writing something short and sweet that has the word "spread" in it? Check out the definitions of the word at: https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/spread Join in and tag it with #wss366! #writing #WritingLife #microfiction h/t @extraspecialbitter
Dear sir/LLM,
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Yours,
Markov
#wss366 06/05 #league #TimeManager Part 21
#TimeTravelingAuthors 6/05 Meeting yourself
Castaneda 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.
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #Drabble #NMTTA #TimeTravelingWriters
The Terrible Tower of Terror crumbled.
"Thus ends an Era," the Elf said.
"Aye," the Dwarf nodded. "I reckon the Age of Man begins now."
"And our kin, old friend, and all magic, will fade."
"Wait, what?" said the Human.
"It is Fated."
"Then I'll fight Fate."
"You have my axe!"
"And my bow!"
Go to the homewares store and buy a box fan, a roll of duct tape, and five air filters. Assemble them into a Corsi-vanHelsing box. Yes the media says the plague is over. Yes, most of the first-wave vampires have crumbled to dust. No, it’s not over. If you breathe that dust and it reaches the blood in your lungs, *boom* welcome to Bat Lung.
The seventh owner of the seven-league boots unfortunately used them to aid and abet a career of thievery: he would lift jewels, bags of silver, or precious avocados or heirloom tomatoes, then disappear in seven-league strides. Some felt his punishment, when he was caught, was cruel and unusual for a man used to covering long distances in single steps: he was condemned to wear seven-centimeter boots. Each step he took would only advance him seven centimeters.
"Denny, what are you doing? You should be asleep by now, not reading. Didn't you think I would hear it, you're reading out loud?"
"But, mum. There's a monster under the bed and one in the closet."
"There is no such thing as monsters. Give me that book, and go to sleep."
"But, mum, I promised. Please, just to finish the chapter?"
"Promised?"
"Guys, tell her!"
"Sorry, mrs Denny's mum. Could Denny please read some more to us? He promised."
"..."
"I think she fainted. Read, Denny."
#MicroFiction
The #MastoPrompt for Thursday 5 June 2025 is:
The poem or story can include the prompt word or be about the prompt word.
@ me, if you like, or just include the #MastoPrompt tag (to allow people to follow or filter their feeds), or keep your work to yourself - all the options are good as long as you're writing.
If you're including an image please do include alt-text if you’re able to.
Today's Wandering Shop Stories #prompt is #league. Feel like writing something short and sweet that has the word "league" in it? Check out the definitions of the word at: https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/league Join in and tag it with #wss366! #writing #WritingLife #microfiction h/t @tobadzistsini
Dear God why have you forsaken us?
PRAYERSPAM.
#wss366 06/04 #jubilee #TimeManager Part 20
#TimeTravelingAuthors 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.
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #Drabble #NMTTA #TimeTravelingWriters #Crow
@ixtlidekami
"So you wanted to destroy your competitor? I just found a bunch of weaponised drones with AI software for target identification on eBay. Seems they are leftovers from the Russian/Ukraine war that are outdated but still good enough for you. They won't guarantee that the batteries hold charge, though. You might need to replace those. But still. At 20k€ for 3 containers — quite the steal! Should I put in a bid?"
Their skin of water had run out yesterday. Now, with the sun rising to noon, Hagar knew she and her son were as good as dead.
His lips were parched and his skin blistered, but he was still sleeping. Already he strongly resembled his father, Abraham. Hagar lifted him up and took him to where some larger shrubs would give him shade. She laid him down and prayed, "God, please let the boy pass without suffering. Let him die in his sleep." Then she walked about a bowshot away and lay down herself, her face in the crook of her elbow. Her mouth felt like cotton.
Later, she awoke to hear a faint sobbing from the boy far off. He was afraid and miserable, as was she. Both of them were too weak and the heat was starting to broil. "God, the One Who Sees, please ..."
Suddenly, she heard a voice near her. She remembered that night several years ago when the angel of the Lord had appeared to her. At that time, he looked like a glowing mist that formed itself into the form of a man. Now, it was only his voice but she recognized it:
"Hagar, what is the matter? Do not be afraid. God heard the boy crying. Go and raise him up. I will make him into a great nation."
Hagar got up. She saw a well of water—not a mirage! She stumbled over to the well as if in a dream, lowered the bucket and pulled up water. It was delicious. She gave thanks to the Lord. As quickly as she was able, she filled the skin with the well water and brought it to Ishmael.
"Ishmael, Mother is here. I have water. Drink."
The party was barricaded in the goblin's underground temple. Anika peered through a crack at the swarming goblins outside.
"There must be a hundred out there," she muttered.
"We're in deep shit," Klaus agreed.
Marcel glared at Anika. "Let's rob their temple, you said! It'll be easy, you said!"
"Lest you forget," the thief replied, "you were begging for something to do...."
Sven the paladin sighed. "When the gods wish to punish us," he said, "they answer our prayers...."
The #MastoPrompt for Wednesday 4 June 2025 is:
The poem or story can include the prompt word or be about the prompt word.
@ me, if you like, or just include the #MastoPrompt tag (to allow people to follow or filter their feeds), or keep your work to yourself - all the options are good as long as you're writing.
If you're including an image please do include alt-text if you’re able to.
Today's Wandering Shop Stories #prompt is #jubilee. Feel like writing something short and sweet that has the word "jubilee" in it? Check out the definitions of the word at: https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/jubilee Join in and tag it with #wss366! #writing #WritingLife #microfiction h/t @extraspecialbitter
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