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I just said I wasn’t likely to be boosting, but I have a moment, so—enjoy a takedown in this #wss366 4-parter from @stevendbrewer
I just said I wasn’t likely to be boosting, but I have a moment, so—enjoy a takedown in this #wss366 4-parter from @stevendbrewer
Yulia the Cossack Princess was appalled when she saw the corsets the high-society women of London submitted to. What nature of torture was this?
"Men like a waist so tiny they can wrap their hands around it," explained Lady Eunice.
"I see," said Yulia. She envisioned a solution: all men who wished to court her had to submit to the Finger Extender. Their hands were put in a machine and a #crank turned until their fingers were long enough to encompass Yulia's waist.
Yulia the Cossack Princess was appalled when she saw the corsets the high-society women of London submitted to. What nature of torture was this?
"Men like a waist so tiny they can wrap their hands around it," explained Lady Eunice.
"I see," said Yulia. She envisioned a solution: all men who wished to court her had to submit to the Finger Extender. Their hands were put in a machine and a #crank turned until their fingers were long enough to encompass Yulia's waist.
"Nice bag, is it new?"
"Thank you," the wizard said. "Yes, is my new daily carry. It's actually a container for a interdimensional node."
"Infinite space? Nice! What do you have in it?"
"Oh, only this." The wizard pulled out another bag. "It's my old bag."
"Which holds?"
"Er... The bag before."
"Nice bag, is it new?"
"Thank you," the wizard said. "Yes, is my new daily carry. It's actually a container for a interdimensional node."
"Infinite space? Nice! What do you have in it?"
"Oh, only this." The wizard pulled out another bag. "It's my old bag."
"Which holds?"
"Er... The bag before."
Toads—and toad fellows in particular, he had been told—could not be bakers. But they'd see. He'd show them all. Thomas stuck out his tongue in concentration. The almond paste was just about ready. It would be glorious in his choux buns: It would be...
A knock at the door and a birble of birdsong interrupted his doughts. He couldn't stop the smile. "Paolo, hi) you're just in time to help me taste test!" #MastoPrompt#MicroPrompt#WSS366#LesFicFri
Toads—and toad fellows in particular, he had been told—could not be bakers. But they'd see. He'd show them all. Thomas stuck out his tongue in concentration. The almond paste was just about ready. It would be glorious in his choux buns: It would be...
A knock at the door and a birble of birdsong interrupted his doughts. He couldn't stop the smile. "Paolo, hi) you're just in time to help me taste test!" #MastoPrompt#MicroPrompt#WSS366#LesFicFri
"Hey! Hey!" Brunhilde said. "Where do babies come from?"
The bear and Forrest glanced at one another.
"Isn't there a #crane that brings them?" the bear said.
Brunhilde stared at him reproachfully.
"Don't they just replicate them?" Forrest said. "That's where we came from."
"But we weren't ever babies," the bear admitted.
Silence.
"Maybe you should ask your mother," Forrest said.
"I did!" Brunhilde scoffed. "But her answer made even less sense than yours — something about birds and bees." #wss366
They squatted down by the glowing coals, while Lefeng ducked into the season shelter. Ey emerged again carrying a small wineskin and joined them. Lefeng took a long drink and passed the skin to Kyawtchais, gesturing for eir to drink and pass it to the wise-parent. “The wine goes around the circle. While there is wine to drink, you talk. When the wine is gone, it will be my turn to speak.”
I key my code into the terminal and put my left little finger on the scanner. It beeps rejection.
"There was another data breach last night," the cashier says. "All prints compromised. You must use a backup print."
"Sorry about this," I say and bend down to untie my shoe.
"You're not the first."
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