The magician sighed. "Watch... "
He performed the trick again, more slowly this time, explaining each stage as he did so. "You know this is going to ruin my reputation. I won't have an act left soon," he complained. #vss365
The magician could manipulate time. A seed grew into a sunflower in an instant. A bird returned to an egg. He even transformed a skeleton into a living woman.
"And to close my show," he said, "the greatest temporal #trickery of all. You are now an hour older than when you walked in."
#vss365
So far, most of the major victories against The Enemy had come through #trickery and blind luck. Technologically, they were superior, and they learned. They learned fast.
Dylan could come up with insane schemes at the drop of a hat, but how often could they be used before they were useless?
#vss365
lost and found—
I wrap presents
in old road maps
#senryusunday
#senryu
#haiku
#vss365
"Is it true, you used to #sing?" He couldn't keep the skepticism out of his voice.
She looked up in surprise. "A lifetime ago."
"What stopped you?"
"I was trying to be someone else, someone brave and colourful." She shrugged. "And then I was reminded that isn't who I am."
Ussu muttered something in which the only word Ro caught was 'freak'. She felt the defiance that had buoyed her up when the villagers had surrounded her begin to burn again.
"I was only trying to help."
"Well, don't. Your help's nothing but trouble." #vss365
Mothers–fiercest animals on any planet!
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Maybe the raddled old pile of twigs once lost a child and her wits along with it.
A soldier muttered. "If we carry on at this rate we won't be fit to fight when we find them."
"You fear a handful of women with a baby?"
The soldier glanced uneasily at the forest. "They might have help." #WIPSnips
A photo of a House sparrow, strongly associated with human environments, including urban settings. Here, we see it perched on the deck railing in profile. It has brown and tan plumage against a blurred green background.
House sparrow
#BirdOfTheDay #Urban #WildlifePhotography #Birds #Birding #BackyardBirding #HouseSparrow #BirdPhotography #BirdsOfBluesky #EastCoastKin
Digital drawing in white ink against a black background of the head of a polar bear in profile on the lower right hand corner. She is gazing with a smile through some tree trunks that form a kind of window, showing a landscape of snow and ice and an aurora-filled, starry sky.
Illustration countdown to #WrensAria publication!
48/52 What do polar bears who have spent most of their lives in a tiny cage dream of? Returning to a home of snow and ice and a sky full of glowing lights, of course 💜
"I was expecting a delivery, but it doesn't seem to be here."
"That must be the stuff that came yesterday. They said it had to be kept really cold. Wine is it?" the man added.
"It's no concern of yours what's in any of these containers. You're here to guard them, not sell them." #WIPSnips
Do you see it,
The way the wind moves,
Leaves dancing,
Clouds hushed across the blue,
Are you blind to the small things,
Light through the green,
Snail shell empty,
The feather,
Fallen,
The lost items,
At your feet.
#vss365 blind
“These are not mine,” I said, as the teller from Pachyderm Savings (an elephant never forgets) handed me back my experiences.
“Yes they are,” she replied. “Your memories have accrued interest.”
#vss365
The singer kisses him in the dark club, then sighs. “This won’t last, Love.”
“Why?”
“I’m a vampire who now feeds off a crowd’s emotions. I’m immortal and forever singing for my supper.”
The comedian grins, fangs revealed. “Same here, but I leave ‘em laughing!”
#vss #sff
Ro tightened her fist around the ring so that the stone dug into her palm.
Dovinna stamped her foot. "Give it to me!"
"Take it then!" Ro flung it at her. Dovinna ducked. The ring glanced off the hand warding her face and rolled under the pallet. #vss365
-
here in this place
where sea meets land,
high in the clouds,
i stand on the edge -
searching
final paper
final pen
in hand
the kittiwakes
call my name, searching,
asking me to fly,
but i am a poet
i am a wingless thing
and the
sea sounds
so pretty
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#vss365 #poetry
WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag April 3 - convert Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration Use #WIPSnips. Don't forget Alt Text for graphics Synonyms, variation and vibes are fine. Support others on the #WIPSnips tag! Hosted by rosie-j-potter.bsky.social The image behind the text is a border that is dark blue with gold stars with a black background with neon blue border. An illustrated caticorn holding a pencil and writing in a book with a rose behind one ear is in the lower right corner. A different version of the same illustrated caticorn is curled up writing in the lower left corner
The #WIPSnips word for April 3rd is “convert”
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
"Why did he let us go? I thought we'd broken your laws in some way."
She looked up from her cooking. "The man's no fool. If you treat friends like enemies, they become enemies. What harm did you actually do?"
Ro looked at a loss.
"Exactly!" #vss365 #WIPSnips
To a #man and woman, Dylan trusted his crew to act with speed and efficiency in every situation while aboard ship.
Off the ship, he trusted that they would no doubt cause havoc, brawls and more than a few headaches with station authorities, but they all had to have shore leave sometime.
#vss365
Digital drawing in white ink against a black background of a horde of mice squeezing into the frame and filling every bit of the image. They do not look happy.
Illustration countdown to #WrensAria publication!
36/52 When epic battles break out, even the tiniest revolutionaries may contribute to the cause. There is strength in numbers!
#vss365
Worset is a small moving island off the coast of Norway, with whiteouts so intense, that a #man could be driven mad after a few hours. Once, when the midnight sun was slipping sideways along the horizon, I heard a voice drifting over the waters, screaming. It was my own.
A miniature row of bunting under an ornate oval window.
Today’s prompt on a storm day of April 1st is #bunting but you can also use #flag if you’re not a bunting person. #thingstowriteabout
She quelled her indignation at the intruder. He had muffled his face with a scarf, but there was no mistaking the haughty deportment of the Patriarch. His eyes darted about the twilit garden. Apparently satisfied, he tapped lightly at the door to the private apartments. #ThingsToWriteAbout
This post is not for anything in particular
But when the tv plays a song I haven’t heard in years, but that resonates deeply and I used to listen to the original years ago…
#amwriting #flashfiction #microfiction #shortstories
FLASH TEMPEST
The Dome had its own weather. At 4:00 AM, those bright minds at Control would let out the daily storm. On the dot: lightning, thunder, heavy rain.
From my narrow bed, I could ...
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A crack in spacetime
Fissure in reality
Please, mind the gap
#ScifaikuSaturday