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#MiniMasterpieces 5 — Friend or Foe

I looked down from the plateau as wisps of fog drifted by on that humid hot first day. Caught up in a giant ring of fire that swept through the park, it affected my vision. It affected everything! It had transformed my family, but at least I could see. Differently. Telescopically. My older son and his cousins crawled near the cliff face, patrolling though confused and scared, heeding my warnings to watch the world below us. My twins and Little Betty, barely 1 1/2 years old, had become long, white eggs, the size of an SUV.

Out there, I saw: /Others./ We'd had a picnic at the seaside park. That explained the sand. It might have explained the scuba suit. It did not explain why a pig with a pink snout was wearing said suit. Silently watching us. Nor the yellow tanks, or the mask.

I had to assume the ring captured and transformed everything alive it found, leaving us in an alien world. It might have only been transmuting only people, or I could be facing changed coyotes and seagulls. Facing any beast, animal or human, worried me.

I was a mom.

My family and I were iguanas now, or were we iguanodons? Did this mean I was a dinosaur? I should have listened to Johnny when he babbled incessantly about them.

The one thing I knew for sure was that I could not take a chance that the pig man, nor anyone else, was hungry... for eggs or lizard meat.

We had to be alive to return home.

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#MiniMasterpieces 4 — Campfire Friends

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"Ughhhh!"

I backpedaled so quickly, arms waving, that I tripped, loosing my staff. My right sandal flew into the fire. My heart beat so rapidly, I was instantly dizzy, which may be why I hit my head on a tree, slid over, scratching my cheek, flailing. I twisted—and oh my stars did that hurt!—but kept from splashing face forward into the lake. Just my hand.

Yes. I screamed like a 10 year old girl. I know because a purple poison frog had hopped on my chest when I was a 10-year-old. And. If you ever repeat that—you're toast!

It took me minutes to catch my breath, staring upward, heart racing. I checked if I'd peed myself, and I had not.

I don't often take Scarletto away from town, and I'd really had to think hard about bringing my boyfriend into the forest. He' smart, always working to solve disagreements for me with the guilds and crafters, but he really is more suited for life in any town, with its homes, restaurants, shops, and inns. His magic made me shiver, and he could be very sweet. Sadly, he was also a gentleman. I wanted more passion. I wanted him to kiss me as he had done that day...

To that end, I'd heard of the giant boulders discovered beside the Crystal Lake. The mouth of Puma river had changed outlets, revealing the previously hidden grotto. Travelers passing through the inn had told stories that if you and your girl camped there, you were certain to either marry or find the true demeanor of your love. Guild members had verified it, but none would tell why the place was special.

They teased me about my boyfriend.

I wasn't taking him there without first checking it out, of course. I needed to make sure it was safe.

I'd found it easy enough. No other boulders sat beside the gently lapping lake. I've fair night vision and the moon was full, so I had little trouble hiking without a torch. Scarletto would need some help, which meant he'd be holding me a lot. Nice little rock beach, actually. Spring hadn't caused the trees to fill with buds hiding the moon, or filled in the underbrush masking fallen deadwood. I assembled kindling. I arranged split wood in a cone, spilled fuel, and lit it.

Hands out over the crackling flames, I noticed something gleam above. I looked.

Demon eyes set in a lion's face below demon horns returned my gaze.

I then screamed, "Ugh...!" The rest you know.

Why some sadistic /fool/ had carved that, I've no idea! As I retrieved my smoking sandal, I resolved that were I ever to discover who the creep was—what an elaborate prank—I might just /accidentally/ break his leg.

On the other hand, my boyfriend did like ghost stories... I chuckled, grinning widely.

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#MiniMasterpieces 1 — The Dragon and His "Friend"

I'm starting something new. Come join if you're interested! I'll post art for visual inspo. This will be pinned for me, so it'll be easy to find the thread.

Write a short toot-sized story about this art piece down below in the comments.

"A full moon shines, an omen of safe travels."

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Receptionist: "Uhh, Mr. 'Flea?'"
<A large flea emerges from behind a row of chairs, clutching a manuscript in his pincer-hands.>
Receptionist: AUAAAAAGH!!!
Flea: Yes?
R: AAAAH!!
F: I was told I'd get to speak to Mr. Eisner today
R: <Loss of autonomous bladder co trol>
F: I think he'd really like my script, it's a RomCom in the style of Friends, but with Dung Beetles
R: <Faints>
F: Hello?