she won't reveal
the secret ingredient
in her brownies
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brownout
a quick inventory
of flashlights
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the new license
are my eyes
really brown?
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browning the onions
careful not
to crowd the pan
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Here's part one of a four parter from @stevendbrewer for yesterday's #wss366 prompt word, "thread," in which Bebe remains committed to wardrobe malfunctionery.
The Wandering ShopSteven D. Brewer 🏳️⚧️ (@stevendbrewer@wandering.shop)The Better Angels were getting ready for a performance. Lala brought out freshly replicated costumes. The Angels cheerfully pulled them on and primped in front of the mirror.
"Five minutes, Angels!" David called.
"Bebe feels something funny," Bebe said, reaching around. (1/4) #wss366
Continued thread
"Some boxers are also 'brindled' with black stripes," she said. "They're a lot prettier, I think."
Lambda thought of Captain Tau, with his one little patch of brindled markings in a place that only she knew about. Her tongue lolled as she trotted on. (2/2) #wss366
Today's Wandering Shop Stories #prompt is #brown . Feel like writing something short and sweet that has the word "brown " in it? Check out the definitions of the word at: https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/brown Join in and tag it with #wss366! #writing #WritingLife #microfiction h/t @extraspecialbitter
www.merriam-webster.comDefinition of BROWNDefinition of 'brown' by Merriam-Webster
thread model
preventing
a race condition
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box kite
hanging
by a thread
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Continued thread
Master Sergeant Sarah Velasquez knelt over the beastman's body. She'd never seen anything like this before and crossed herself.
Steel sliced her windpipe. A great furry hand pushed her neck forward on the blade. Blood leaked over Hank. He felt her sigh, go limp, then Hank finished the job.
"One down." Hank spat out her gore and cleared his eyes. "Fifteen thousand fifty nine to go." 5/5
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Continued thread
"It's on you to preserve them and we promise you immortality."
He scratched his head. To his surprise Hank found the ragged stump of his ear was an ear again. "Oka..." 4/x
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Continued thread
Hank shivered as he felt Atropos gum his #thread. Clotho squealed, held the blade aloft and shouted, "Can't catch me! Imma gingerbread girl!"
"Li'l fucker!" The pair dashed off, leaving the hyperaena alone with Lachesis.
"Henry Fisi, we are in a place unimagined by the Moirai. Seeing Earth's web of life this far away gives hope even to Atropos. That says a lot."
Hank awaited her next words.
"Terra brings death. These colonists bring life." 3/x
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Continued thread
"Your story is not complete." The Brood's voice was a child's trying to sound grown-up and imperious. "We Moirai are keen to strike a bargain."
The human approached as the anuran Atropos searched the ground. She held up a hand with a fat cord. Looking closer, Hank saw it was made of many threads. "Cutting all these would be a sin and cutting yours would be more work for granny."
"Outta my way, girls!" The krink crone pushed through. "I kint fand my skizzors so I'll chomp it short!" 2/x
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Light filled the world and Hank saw nothing but the all-encompassing brilliance.
He squinted and saw three figures standing before him. "Wow, that was quick."
The tallest one, a female human, addressed him. "No, not yet Henry Fisi."
A bent figure to her left croaked, "What is m'damn blade?" He watched as she, an elderly krink with the colors of her kota faded, knelt and crawled.
Something tugged at his fatigues. A tiny, pristine Brood. She winked and revealed the blade in her robes. 1/x
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With not a second to spare, the Angels put on their game face and headed down the spaceway onto the red carpet between screaming fans.
"Bebe still feels something funny," Bebe said, reaching around behind her. (4/4) #wss366
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"Lala! Quick!" she yelled.
Lala ran back to the replicator while Zaza started to wrestle a squealing Bebe out of her dress.
"One minute, Angels!"
"Here!" Lala said, throwing the dress. Zaza pulled it over Bebe's head. (3/4) #wss366
The Better Angels were getting ready for a performance. Lala brought out freshly replicated costumes. The Angels cheerfully pulled them on and primped in front of the mirror.
"Five minutes, Angels!" David called.
"Bebe feels something funny," Bebe said, reaching around. (1/4) #wss366
"Open this please," the customs agent said.
Cecily opened her suitcase. "Is there a problem?" she asked.
"No, just a #routine check. What's this?" The agent held up a white brick of something wrapped in plastic.
"Oh! That...It looks bad, I know, but really it's just cake mix." Cecily said. "I'll prove it. Do you have an oven?"
"There's not really time for--hey!"
Cecily had disappeared through the Staff Only door. 45 minutes later, a delicious odor came wafting out.