“This heist is a #gamble,” she said, pulling her hair into a #ponytail. “We won’t have the #luxury of time, and we’ll have to be dead #silent.” “It won’t #bloom for another ten years, and I’ll never finish #graduate school without a corpse flower.” Botany, she thought. Who knew.
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Ships and Shoes and Sealing Wax?
“It is a #conundrum,” he said, spinning a #coin on the table. “Like the #walrus or the carpenter.” “What?” He shook his head pityingly. “Your profile said you liked poetry.” “Bathroom!” I left the “#high-profile attorney” to his fancy coffee and slipped out the back door.
It Was With Us All Along
“So where’s this #gateway between worlds? We’ve been in these woods for an hour. I thought you had directions. You’re just #winging it, aren’t you? I’m going back to the #village. Which way is it?” “Right here. It’s the gateway between life and death.”
#whistpr #flexvss #vssmagic
Mind the Gap
Accepting a date with this tourist had been a mistake. “I love the way you talk here.’Mind the #gap,’ what does that even mean? Adorable.” She stepped around the dimensional portal in the sidewalk and looked back. Oh, dear. He hadn’t minded the gap. #whistpr
Check That Island Off The List
“Come on, #open the train #window. It’s a #barrier to having a good #palaver.” “Well, yes, you’re going into #exile.” “Don’t be #stern. I had no idea your #culture was so unreasonable.” “He shouldn’t have grabbed your bottom, but you turned him into a puddle of goo!”
#brieflywrite #bravewrite #vssdaily #366FF #vss365 #whistpr #vssmagic
Who Says the Suburbs Are Boring?
Pete never meant to start a #cult, but when Ken next door asked why the finches flocked to his feeder, he joked that he #embodied an ancient #bird-god. They get together on weekends and #burn offerings. Like a barbecue, only in these feathered robes Patty made for sewing class.
Well, it could be
“Why is it called a #cataract?” she asked, #peering over the edge. “What’s the #connection to eyes?” “A brokenhearted girl with #sapphire eyes prayed for #revenge, and the gods made her #pure tears a torrent to drown her errant lover.” “Is that true?” “Probably not.”
#whistpr #vss365 #vssdaily #bravewrite #brieflywrite #vssmagic
Safe From What?
“Don’t #forget to #latch the door behind me,” he’d called before mounting his #horse. But she had forgotten. “Anyone home?” called a #teasing voice. It was the witch. “Now the menfolk are all off, it’s time for an #adventure of our own.” She came out of hiding.
Ruler of All He Sees
Speaking Magic
The #storyteller soaked them all in a deluge of words. Zelda scribbled faithfully with her #pencil, but the #ocean dried up on the page. In reading, the magic was #absent, the words insubstantial as the #fluff under the sofa. #366FF #whistpr #flexvss #sunthing #vss365
Words words words 