Overwhelmed with memories, she sat beside the fountain and tore another piece from the baguette. She’d lost her appetite, so she tossed it to a pigeon. She needed a forgetting spell, and she knew just where to find one. If only the price weren’t so high. #brieflywrite #nanofict
Author Archives: Allison Ketchell
The Bakery of Moods
As the shorter days approached, the crowds became more and more #obstreperous. Victor added just a whisper of lavender into the buns he #baked in his shop every morning and threw wide the doors to waft the scent into the streets. #mentalhealthprompts #vss365 #whistpr
Transfer of Power
Lord #Xertz, #finifugal as ever, put off his #abnegation of the crown until the very last moment. The Fringians had already taken aim at the planet and were counting down. “Fat lady finally sang, eh?” said Eridic. “Still an #agelast, I see. That one was funny, old man.” #vss365
The Scenic Route
They wound their way along the narrow, #anfractuous paths, past the #colporteur hawking news and shops devoted to potions and palmistry. The ordinary cafe was #barmecide after their magical route and Ralph was overcome with #deipnophobia. #vss365
Bursting Into Song
As usual, when they began to respond in #rhyme, Stephen got the hell out of there. He’d lost one afternoon to an impromptu musical, and he was determined to #absquatulate before this one began. #whistpr #vss365
Just a bit archaic
“Don’t be such a #groke, Peter.” Helen swallowed. “If you wanted a granola bar, you should have brought your own. We’ve got a #chiliad in the pantry. And get a tissue for that #meldrop.” Peter often wondered if Helen was from a different era, but she would never tell. #vss365
A Novel Mystery
“There’s a #biblioclept plaguing the libraries of the city. Smythe, take your #macrosmatic hound and see if you can find his trail. The rest of you, guard the houses of books from further disruption. You are authorized to #defenestrate on sight.” #vss365
Hypnosis
“Imagine walking through a desert. The sand is hot under your feet. You’re thirsty and tired, and you come upon an #oasis. Describe it for me.” “There’s just a blue door. I’m going to open it.” “No, wait–” This had happened in #therapy once before. #whistpr #bravewrite
Vocabulary
“How’s it going?” He gave a great sigh and stretched. “That was quite a #pandiculation. You’re #pauciloquent today. Frustrated? #Wabbit? Overcome by #alexithymia?” “I’m going to throw away your word-of-the-day calendar,” he said. #vss365
But The View!
“Just through here is the dining room, and beyond it—“ “Uh, are we going to talk about the boarded-up door?” “It’s been sealed since the 1912 #fire.” “I’m sorry, fire?” “I’m not required to disclose any of this but you can google “Tipton murders ghost.” But the view!” #vss365
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