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Extra Special Bitterunattributed my poetry on a stranger's website <a href="https://indieauthors.social/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#wss366</a>

tobadzistsiniSoft chanting with a deep rumble eminates from three nude augments meditating before a panoramic window along the outer ring of the zócalo. One can't help but peek while the others seek enlightenment within. She closes her eyes when she realizes she's being watched.Any typos observed in this post are <a href="https://bonequest.net/tags/attributed" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#attributed</a> to the station's atmosphere being at 86% of standard due to ongoing maintenance. Be assured maintenance will address them once the hydroponics return to full capacity. 5/5 <a href="https://bonequest.net/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#wss366</a>

tobadzistsiniHopping through the crowd is a small pink and black krink (5?). They are holding a balloon made of a nanoscale carbon polymer. Within the swirls a white, gray, and brown smoke with eyes like cyclones. A hissing voice chides, "Not so fast". "Say 'sorry' to the sophont." "Don't play with the airlock controls." The small krink is having too much fun to listen to their sitter. 4/x <a href="https://bonequest.net/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#wss366</a>

tobadzistsiniA serious game between a megamutt, a bespectacled human with red hair, and a neanderthal is afoot in the corner of the cafeteria. Half the zócalo turns around when the megamutt triumphantly shouts, "GO FISH" The bespectacled human leans over, "No, you have a royal flush." A beverage is unceremoniously expelled from the neanderthal's nose when they begin laughing, making a mess of their cards. 3/x <a href="https://bonequest.net/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#wss366</a>

tobadzistsiniA Kova, accent on the first syllable, is at a food stand run by a Brood. A broodlet (17 days?) skitters over and nips one of eir three pins. Through eir translator, "You. I like you" then picks up the broodlet and walks away. The Brood mother shouts, "I don't care if you eat it or not, but you gotta pay!" 2/x <a href="https://bonequest.net/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#wss366</a>

tobadzistsiniWith apologies to <a href="https://sunny.garden/@georgepenney" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@georgepenney</a> Observed while running errands in the Kolomboi Station zócalo.An elderly spacer with giant beard is kicking a replimat while cursing up a storm of expletives in several languages in hopes of coaxing the gadget to finally dispense what he calls a "burrito". The slender tortoiseshell cat on his shoulder paws a touchpad to reveal a steaming cylinder of spicy protein and carbohydrates. They walk away contented while nibbling the burrito. 1/x <a href="https://bonequest.net/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#wss366</a>

tobadzistsini"That's it?" "That's it." Ryan dug into his pocket. "No copay today." Ryan stared at Book like he had two heads. Walking out he passed a skinny ginger gal walking in. He nodded at her. "Hi." "Hey there." Her smile made him smile, and he made her day. 3/3 <a href="https://bonequest.net/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#wss366</a>

tobadzistsini"This isn't your fault. You've managed so far. Now you're struggling." Ryan leaned in. "There is no cure." Ryan slumped. "There is a <a href="https://bonequest.net/tags/novel" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#novel</a> treatment." Eyes met. "It requires effort." Ryan leaned in again. "As the kids say, 'touch grass'. Get out there and meet people. You can be their SSRI and unlock their inner SSRI for you. Everyone is kept apart. Work. Suburbs. Cars. People come home to hide behind their televisions. Computers. Yelling at each other. Nobody's talking." 2/x <a href="https://bonequest.net/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#wss366</a>

tobadzistsiniRyan was late. "Come in!" Dr. Book's face was friendly. The clock's face was not. Today's visit promised a diagnosis and prescription. Effortless salvation in a pill. "Please sit." Doc removed his glasses. They shook hands. "You are depressed. No denying it." His glasses settled back. "Your issue is old as the world. As the world progresses, this plague progresses." He mimed an explosion. "Like wildfire." Eyeglasses twinkled. 1/x <a href="https://bonequest.net/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#wss366</a>

AsakiyumeAfter his father died, five-year-old Silvio cried himself to sleep by one of the heliconias in his father's botanic garden. When his mother found him, butterflies were circling his head, and some had landed by his swollen eyes."They're kissing him," she said. "No, they're drinking his <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/tears" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#tears</a>," said the housekeeper, shooing them away. "First they drink your grief, then they want your joy, your fear, your memories. They'll drink your everything if you're not careful."<a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#wss366</a> <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#microfiction</a>

❄️Faerie❄️I studied her in puzzlement as purple tears rann down her scaled cheeks. "Your boon," she said, and lowered her head to her paws, great tail ckrling around her."I...""Do not understand," she rumbled sadly, cutting me off. Her tears started steaming on the stones. "No one ever does. My boon is my heart, my vulnerability. I allow you to see it. The question is, what will you do with the knowledge of my sorrow?" <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/MastoPrompt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#MastoPrompt</a> <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/MicroPrompt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#MicroPrompt</a> <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/WSS366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WSS366</a>,

asmw"Oh, how I <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/miss" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#miss</a> this absolute conviction, this feeling to know the truth, even if truth, it was not." Haribord thought to himself as he knelt next to the crushed skeleton. In a fit of nostalgic reverence, he wiped the soot off the emblem on its helmet.The shape of a winged woman with a shield and sword glinted in the torchlight, given life by dancing shadows. There seemed to be more detail to her than was actually pressed into the metal. With surprising force, Haribord sat up and covered the head of the long-dead soldier with the tatters of its cape.Just because it is not the truth does not mean there is no truth in it.<a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#microfiction</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#wss366</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/tootfic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#tootfic</a>

AsakiyumeHere's the first of an 18-parter (😮 ) from <a href="https://bonequest.net/@tobadzistsini" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@tobadzistsini</a> for today's <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#wss366</a> word, "miss." Bonus additional versions of same scene as written by Dostoevsky and Hemingway. (Though I think you're not giving Dusty Dosty his due there, <a href="https://bonequest.net/@tobadzistsini" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@tobadzistsini</a>!) But still! Good tale! <a href="https://bonequest.net/@tobadzistsini/114139345594800515" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" translate="no" target="_blank">https://bonequest.net/@tobadzistsini/114139345594800515</a>

AsakiyumeJake, Toby, & Amaryllis were playing Robin Hood, or maybe it was Rival Elvish Factions--hard to say, but it involved firing arrows at each other from behind trees & stone walls. The arrows had originally been tipped with suction cups, but the kids had removed them & sharpened the ends. No risk, no joy! Today's innovation was dipping them in tar & setting them aflame."You <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/missed" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#missed</a>!" crowed Amaryllis when Jake's arrow went wide. Behind her, flames danced in the long grass.<a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#wss366</a> <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#microfiction</a>

Steven D. Brewer 🏳️‍⚧️In the confusion, however, they had missed the rescue. And when they returned, their baby was gone. They were inconsolable. Now, they were just trying to keep from getting corralled by the workmen. "Go!" yelled one of the men closing in from the side. <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#wss366</a>

AsakiyumeMoving on to today's <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#wss366</a> word, which is "satellite"(twinkle man-made satellite moving through the inky night Take the messages I send And beam them to my distant friend)Let's see what's in the hashtag already this morning!<a href="https://wandering.shop/@wss366/114126225616829625" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" translate="no" target="_blank">https://wandering.shop/@wss366/114126225616829625</a>

tobadzistsiniThe warm summer night was bearable on an old army blanket with Rose by her side in a field. Lily contemplated the firmament when Rose elbowed her boob. "What's that?" Lily followed Rose's pale, thin arm as it arced across the sky to a fleeting flash of light. "That's no moon!" Rose gave a confused look, "Duh, that's the moon" noting the new crescent to the west. "Ackshully they're both <a href="https://bonequest.net/tags/satellites" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#satellites</a> but one is human-made and..." Rose shut up Lily with a kiss. "Fucking nerd." <a href="https://bonequest.net/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#wss366</a>

Wandering Shop StoriesToday's Wandering Shop Stories <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/prompt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#prompt</a> is <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/satellite" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#satellite</a>. Feel like writing something short and sweet that has the word "satellite" in it? Check out the definitions of the word at: <a href="https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/satellite" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" translate="no" target="_blank">https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/satellite</a> Join in and tag it with <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#wss366</a>! <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/writing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writing</a> <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/WritingLife" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WritingLife</a> <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#microfiction</a> h/t <a href="https://wandering.shop/@asakiyume" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@asakiyume</a>

Steven D. Brewer 🏳️‍⚧️He'd been at the bar for a long time and was drinking his third scotch when the music started up. He looked over his shoulder and saw that a young woman had started playing the piano. Her fingers seemed to <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/glide" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#glide</a> effortlessly over the keys. She moved smoothly from one song to the next. She wasn't using sheet music, but playing from memory. But not just playing the notes. Her music was invested with feeling, spirit, and soul. He closed his eyes, swept away by the sound and his memories.<a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#wss366</a>

AsakiyumeApologies to my <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#wss366</a> writing buddies; today's word does NOT have multiple deployable meanings 😐 Hope you can ~ glide ~ with it anyway...

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