Apple of various stone beads
#WeirdMicro #hbp122 #vsspoem #Vss365
In an Obscure Corner of the less frequented shops, you'll often find a bin of Unsorted Magic Beads. You never know what they will do, but they provide you with the Element to Dream
Eric Prouzet unsplash.com
#microfiction #fantasy
What fits into a matchbox?
-after Walle Sayer-
An acorn hat. The wings of a firefly. A good assortment of plecs. Unsorted magic beads. Last year's sunshine. This poem.
#hbp122 (better late than never 😅)
#hbp121 #hbp122 #hbp123
2/2
“You don’t know? Figures. Still, I can’t have you dying here,” Tink sighed. She dove in and emerged with a string of beads with a ring at one end. “This will draw out the poison.”
I went to put it in my mouth but she slapped it away, smirking. “Not that end. Bend over.”
#hbp121 #hbp122 #hbp123 1/2
I followed Tink through the waterfall. Behind it, a pool ending at a glass beach—or so it seemed.
“There. Magic beads.” Tink said, rolling her eyes.
Somehow I was still dry—and still poisoned. And there were millions of beads.
“…which…ones?”
My world comes alive
with unsorted magic beans
My days are filled
my mind exhilarated
my wife confused
my dog bereft of walks
I'm desperate to put
them around my neck
to discover the world
where they take me next
turning around in my head
psychedelic dreams
keep me turning
in my bed
#hbp122
Jack shook his head.
She inspected the beans. Then gasped.
"Oh, Jack. You almost gave your poor peasant mother a heart attack—but, just like in the fairy tales, we’re about to become very, very rich. Now be a good lad and go sharpen your father's old beanstalk-chopping axe."
2/2 #vss365 #hbp122
Jack burst in. "Mother! I traded the cow for this handful of magic beans!"
His mother paled. "You what? Magic #beads?!"
Jack blinked. "No, beans."
She clutched her head. "Jack, beads are worthless! Have you ever heard of a bead growing a beanstalk to a giant’s castle?"
1/2 #vss365 #hbp122
Kurt Kerf2: Let me get this straight: you bought magical anal beads from the #fringe market on Hedonia VII?
Skiff Tugboat: Yup.
K2: From the unsorted bargain bin.
Skiff: Yup.
K2: That's disgusting.
Skiff: You don't really think that.
K2: I don't?
Skiff: These ones give me telepathy.
#vss365 #hbp122
"What are you DOING?!?"
"I thought i'd sort this drawer, and your magic beads suddenly began dancing."
"Dancing?"
"Yeah. Are they supposed to do that? What does the dancing mean?"
"I guess we'll find out..."
#hbp122 #prompt #writing #writingcommunity
#hbp122 #writingPrompts
The Grand Mage let her child borrow the necklace of power for show and tell. A child's innocence was the necklace's weakness. Her teacher a caliphate agent.
The necklace of power was undone into a pile of beads. What would protect the Queendom from the caliphate now?
The technicolour-cat-headed-caterpillar-bodied-berobed-glowing-dusky-alpine-tailed-loud-hookah-smoking viking bedecked in beaded necklaces and bracelets barked, "woah homes don't put those things on at random, fool," at me when I started to make my own bracelet from the bead stash.
Ah, yeah.
#hbp122
Used, spent, discarded, the bead slipped to the basket's bottom. It clattered against its neighbours, settling amongst dulling colours, chipping glass. Ragged spell ribbons flickered—fearful, fading.
But as the basket filled, the remnants twined together, kindling a new kind of magic—hope. #hbp122
out of the darkness
#goddess artemis came forth
shooting #arcane magic beans
with her bow
to the four corners of earth
Each bean held divine favor
shielding
protecting
innocent girls
hunted
by the monsters of the world
#hbp122 #BSR #writing
Photo~Britannica
Humans are like unsorted magic beads.
Cast into existence without design,
they roll, collide, and refract,
their colors shifting with each encounter.
Only through unseen threads of
fate and will are they strung into meaning,
forming patterns neither foreseen nor fixed.
#hbp122 #amwriting
'So what's special about them then?' the woman asked, pushing her pram with two slightly grubby-looking twins in it.
'They're magic beads,' the man behind the stall said. 'You hold them and make a wish.'
'I'll take two,' the woman said, and a few moments later the twins disappeared.
#vss #hbp122
He turned to glare at the elder priest, tightening his grip on the dark glass bowl that held unsorted magic beads. His tone barely concealed his fury.
"You may look older than me, but I'd been here for more than a thousand years before any of you. Do not tax my patience."
#hbp122 (from #hbp113)
Short, hump-backed Thorid always carried a small rumpled bag tied at his waist. Fellow travelers might notice him absently reach into the assortment of unsorted magic beads and toss one at the foot of some straggler in the path, who then perked up and continued on. It was an act of penance.
#hbp122
“You must be the new assistant. Come in, don’t be shy.”
She wiped her stained palms on her cloak, then nodded at the bureau.
The professor removed a drawer then dumped its contents onto the dusty rug.
“Sort the beads by function, hm?” She said tersely, then disappeared with a crack. #hbp122
The toolbox flipped open to reveal trays full of colorful beads strewn about in no particular order of size, pattern, or color.
"What am I supposed to do with all this?"
"Make charms, of course. How else can you cast ward spells?"
"But I can't tell what any of them even do!"
"Have fun."
#hbp122
When I was young and full of arrogance I never bothered with sorting my spells. Magic beads, magic beans-- fingertips can tell the difference before pulling them from the bag. Or so I thought. Now I've planted some blighted beads and made my best customer a bracelet of my finest luck beans.
#hbp122
Unsorted magic beads
Let them be your destiny
The order you choose
Might miss the point
Of the magic the beads
Have come to anoint
#hbp122
Cedar once again found himself sequestered from his class. Beads slid into the various pouches. Green for the gardeners, red and blues for elementals, brown and blacks for shadow dwellers, and shades of white for the clairvoyant.
None for him, a giftless-until he saw it.Yellow and gleaming.
#hbp122
I didn't think it would matter, magic is magic...or so I thought. I figured that if I put them together, different colors and shapes, making a necklace it would be fine. That was until I was flying, reading minds while being invisible. Finding myself by an airplane falling, crashing.
#hbp122
"Don't touch them."
"Don't-?"
"DON'T TOUCH THEM."
"..."
"I forgot which ones explode..."
"I quit."
"That's fair."
#hbp122 #Writing
Photo: Trade beads of Africa originally made in Venice and Persia. The highly coloured Venetian beads of millefiori glass date between 1500 and 1700. Source: Auckland Museum, CC BY 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0>, via Wikimedia Commons.
Concept: Unsorted magic beads. #hbp122
