The Decentralized Library of Stuff allows anyone to offer any personal items they wish to be listed in the catalogue and borrowed by patrons, while ownership remains with the individual. What unique collection of yours have you chosen to share with the library?
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Coming home is never easy. Like a distorted version of time travel, you find yourself reverting to the version of yourself that once lived here, yet the world refuses to shrink itself to match. Where do you find stability, in this visit, to hold on to who you are?
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Three eggs nestle in the incubator. One yellow, one blue, one the shifting hues of sunset over ocean. No one knows when they'll hatch. No one knows what to expect when they do. But you're the one on overnight shifts. Who greets you, in the wee hours before sunrise?
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Rafters groan comfortably under a blanket of snow, gutters gurgle in a rainstorm, windows shine like eyes in the dark, floors bounce under happy feet. The old house gains more life with every season that passes. Where do you like best to snuggle into her embrace?
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Bugs make the best storytellers. Short and to the point, their tales weave ancient ancestral wisdom with hard-knock lessons from a short life lived to the fullest. Not to mention the inscrutable punchlines. What tiny creature's tale has stuck with you the longest?
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Streets twist and buildings wedge into unlikely shapes to avoid the trees. Any tree hosting enough creatures counts as a dwelling and cannot be removed without permission from its inhabitants. The squirrels rarely allow that. Who lives in the tree outside your door?
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6.5 km around the circuit. 28 laps to win. The only rules:
1. Vehicle must be in contact with the track at all times (barring jumps, see article 7.8.33)
2. Vehicle must be built by your hands only (see 3.2.9)
What creation will carry you to the finish line today?
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The tailor is highly renowned, among those who know they exist. The clothes they make are not magical, allegedly, yet it's said they will never need mending, and will fit your body no matter how it changes. What do you ask for, when you finally find them?
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I met the ghost of a warrior who protected his people for so long that he died before the day was finally saved.
He didn't know how live in such a peaceful world now, so I helped him start finding a new path. He now makes sure that the roads are safely traveled.
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Screenshot of text from the linked story overlaid on a lino cut print of a wheelbarrow.
More Than This.
Not all ghosts are unhappy.
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Not all ghosts linger due to malice, or unfinished business. More often you will find those who loved so fiercely, dedicated themselves so passionately to something that their spirit remains long after their body is gone. Whose ghost do you meet today?
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You've made it. Through grit and tears, blood and sweat, sleepless nights and shaking hands, you're finally here. The Great Wizarding Baking Challenge. What sort of magical cake or arcane pie do you assemble to introduce yourself, and prove your worth to the judges?
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The world runs on music, from percussion battalions to water purification concertos. Layers of song, discord & harmony in equal measure. But at its most basic: the working tunes passed from parent to child to aid you through the day. What power does your song hold?
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The streets of the Undercity are never clean. Garbage and grime are drip down from the endless bridges of the city above. Residents never go outside without a sturdy hat. What object drops at your feet that makes you decide to enter a lift and search for its owner?
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There is something in the fields. Strange tracks, trampled wheat, eerie noises that set the dogs to barking. Not angry barks, though. Tails wag and tongues loll as they give the "Please let me play with the friend" look. Who do they bring back when you let them go?
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Our cat has us trained well now, in her 3rd year of being rescued. We lay out the ghosts of mice hunted from this gone year along with a hope that next year the living brought in will outweigh the dead. Even if it means more swearing finding them under the sofa. #tinytalestuesday
The cats are here to usher in the new year. Old grizzled toms, fuzzy toddling kittens, and fierce queens. Slinking along street corners and balancing on lamp posts. What offering are you placing on your doorstep to earn the cats' blessings?
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On the longest night of the year, no one is asleep. The air is cold but the sky is clear; everyone turns out with quilts, scarves, and hot cider to lie on the snow and watch the stars spin. What secret wish for the coming year do you whisper to your neighbour?
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It's time to rest. As snow blankets the earth, the world slows, halts, sleeps. We mutually agree to set aside what work we can and take a break. What do you allow yourself to enjoy in this time, to heal your body and mind?
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The 2nd century itches, like half-healed eczema. Not until the third do you start to see the bigger picture. A nudge here, a whisper there, an outright push. You revel in the pattern that unfolds, the shape of the puzzle laid out. Then a wrinkle - what if there's a piece missing?
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Being turned is not so bad, once you adjust. The first century is excruciating; mind still racing with fleeting mortal urgency. But when you learn to relax into the long slow breath of the cosmos, the anxiety settles. What do you choose to do with this gift of time?
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The tickets were cheap, but now you're stuck with a six hour layover in the Elderhall Skyport before the next dragon arrives to take you to Feyhome. What do you find to amuse yourself during the wait?
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Something red steady-glows by the gate, then moves off when you near. You follow, until you realise you're lost deep in the woods, and totally turned around.
'Need a hand?' a deep voice calls from behind you. 'You help me find my reindeer and I'll help with the necklace.'
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I feel the sunshine and warmth and long days.
Something taps my gloved fingers. It's a note tied to the bottle. It reads: "Please accept this gift in exchange for the shiny you left in the snow."
I return home with my bottle of summer. A fair exchange indeed. 3/3
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It's not until you've bundled inside, stomped ice from boots and burned lips on hot chocolate, that you realize you lost your necklace out there in the drifts. You suit back up, search in the waning light, but the necklace remains lost. What do you find instead?
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The thing about stones is you will never find two the same. You try; searching sandy shores, mossy caves, and volcanic peaks, but there is always variation in texture, shape, gradation, and history. What are some of the jewels (literal or not) of your collection?
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When terraforming an asteroid, you have a blank slate to build a tiny new world. Later, low-income orbital housing will be built here, or community homes for interplanetary travel, but first you have control. What flora and fauna do you coax to life on this rock?
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So you've sold your cow for magic beans. You've dutifully planted and watered the beans, kept the dirt free of weeds and built a fence to keep out the rabbits. It soon becomes apparent these beans will not take you to a land in the clouds. What happens instead?
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Even ordinary ants can lift twenty times their own body weight, so we soon learn to be respectful when we enter the Queen's Cathedral. On the bright side, considering ants' natural inclination to walk in a line, morning commutes across town are much more interesting. #TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
The market for mega-arthropods is strong these days. Giant bees for cartographer mounts, giant millipedes to excavate new sewer tunnels, giant jumping spiders for rodeos. What do you raise at your farm?
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