luxurious boredom
the shortest distance
without a point
#MastoPrompt
numb to my shouting
a blue jay
at the finch feeder
#MastoPrompt
I inspected the gems in my visitor's hairy paw. "No. You have to cross my #palm with silver. That's how this fortune-telling business works."
"Pure discrimination," growled the werewolf, putting on thick rubber gloves.
#MastoPrompt #MicroFiction
Palm Pilot
flash memory
in the pan
#MastoPrompt
Palm Sunday
ignoring the collection plate twice
#MastoPrompt
# The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 7 Mao Dreams No More
**#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries**
#Wss366 Boring #MastoPrompt Visitor
By the time Chue stirred, the simple millet congee prepared with ample, if common, vegetables had grown cold. It wasn’t prison slop. They evidently were going to treat […]
first-time visitor
I'm told to turn left
at the wheelchair
#MastoPrompt
# Least Kan Lakan be Forgotten: April Fools Edition 3 of 3
**#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries**
#Wss366 Fool / #AprilFools #MastoPrompt Cruel #WordWeavers April Fools.
Mao took a sip under Lakan's watchful gaze.
“What’s that?” he asked.
Clack!
“Is it good?”
Mao shot En'en a piercing look. “ […]
# Least Kan Lakan be Forgotten: April Fools Edition 2 of 3
**#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries**
#Wss366 Fool / #AprilFools #MastoPrompt Cruel #WordWeavers April Fools.
The room looked much as it had in her recent dream. Courtesans lounged on pillows while Joka played the erhu, looking bored. The […]
# Least Kan Lakan be Forgotten: April Fools Edition 1 of 3
**#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries**
#Wss366 Fool / #AprilFools #MastoPrompt Cruel #WordWeavers April Fools.
As soon as Mao and her party were out of the madam's earshot, Mao said, "I need to stop by the apothecary for a moment. There's […]
cruel sunrise
a widowed
mourning dove
#MastoPrompt
moonshine tasting
pondering the lesser
of many evils
#MastoPrompt
# The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 6 Chue’s Con 2 of 2 parts
**#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries**
#Wss366 Rack #MastoPrompt Volume
“How much do they pay you?” Chue asked. Her voice was still hoarse, but her words were clear, the #volume steady.
“What’s it to ya?” the elder said.
“Because whatever […]
# The Mad Frank's Dreams: Post 6 Chue’s Con 1 of 2 parts
**#FanFic #TheApothecaryDiaries**
#Wss366 Rack #MastoPrompt Volume
Since it was pointless #racking her brains for an escape plan, Chue went to sleep.
She awoke to the sound of the door scraping open. Her head still hurt, but when she […]
morning meditation
turning down the volume
of my tinnitus
#MastoPrompt
"Subspecies hamblensi, you say? Incredibly rare." The elderly academic closed his eyes and gestured towards the bookshelf. "The last sighting was in... 2079. September. You'll find the reference in #Volume 17, page 245."
"That's amazing," whispered the young student. "How does he do it?"
The […]
#ScribesAndMakers 29 griddle #MastoPrompt clang
#Clang! The #griddle hit the fire pit grate.
"What you making? "
"Fufu cakes."
"Yum!"
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #NMPrompts #NMSAM #Food
Palm Sunday
the dull clang
of a distant church bell
#MastoPrompt
The appalled silence was even worse than the #clang.
#MastoPrompt #MicroFiction
bored
the cattle dog
nips my toe
#MastoPrompt
caught in a whirlpool
a nip bottle
in the river
#MastoPrompt
#TimeTravelingGhost EP 8: Post 85: 2025 Arkham
Is someone Jelly?
Link: sakurajima.moe/@NaraMoore/1...
#Wss366 Slip #MastoPrompt Brunt #TimeTravelAuthors 03/27. Alternate timelines? #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri #Faust
wind turbines
not surviving
the brunt of the storm
#MastoPrompt
# Life of a Cinderblock / The Death of Jimmy Hoffa
This was not what I expected. I was supposed to be the foundation of an edifice.
Not to lie in the mud, seven fathoms deep, wrapped in chains.
#MastoPrompt #Cinderblock
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #JimmyHoffa
opening day
a cinder block dugout
at the schoolyard field
#MastoPrompt
tomorrow's news
the hard-throwing prospect
back at triple-A
#MastoPrompt
# #Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
**Dōken-sha (Airisu POV) Post 20**
#Wss366 helm #MastoPrompt Unabashed #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever #Edo
Sumika’s fingers touched Arakawa's. It was the slow motion of someone half-asleep. Arakawa-sama, Owl-sama, had ensorcelled her.
In a moment of insanity, I […]
the tall hallways echo
an old man on campus
in unabashed awe
#MastoPrompt
#ScribesAndMakers 3.23 — Do you consider yourself a frood who knows where their towel is? #MastoPrompt #kick
The rock troll kicked the chef out and growled, “Give me my trowel! We have a plaster roast beast tonight.”
“Eek, I’m a frood, sir, not roast beast!”
#NMSAM #NMPrompts #MicroFiction […]
kicking at my shadow
I stumble across
a metaphor
#MastoPrompt