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@extraspecialbitter@indieauthors.social · 6d ago
slam dunk the crowd gapes in wonder #wss366
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@extraspecialbitter@indieauthors.social · Mar 09, 2026
far from my grasp this explosion of stars #wss366
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@extraspecialbitter@indieauthors.social · Mar 07, 2026
tunnel construction excavating the bowels of the earth #wss366
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@extraspecialbitter@indieauthors.social · Mar 07, 2026
a casual routine the doctor asks how my bowels are #wss366
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@extraspecialbitter@indieauthors.social · Mar 06, 2026
hope a rut in the snowmelt #wss366
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@extraspecialbitter@indieauthors.social · Mar 06, 2026
stuck in a rut I nearly forget to breathe #wss366
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@extraspecialbitter@indieauthors.social · Mar 05, 2026
fogged in the silence of a restless harbor #wss366
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@extraspecialbitter@indieauthors.social · Mar 04, 2026
derelicting his account it was inevitably used by hackers #wss366
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@extraspecialbitter@indieauthors.social · Mar 04, 2026
desirable real estate declared a derelict property #wss366
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@extraspecialbitter@indieauthors.social · Mar 04, 2026
milestones in computing using derelict as a verb #wss366
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@extraspecialbitter@indieauthors.social · Mar 02, 2026
forlorn and forgotten another New England mill town #wss366
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@eperales@universeodon.com · Mar 01, 2026
#wss366 - side A tenderloin and a side order of mashed potatoes. That's what life tastes like. I crossed half of our vast Empire and a good portion of hostile ones to get back to Earth. And don't get me started on synthetic food. I know it tastes the same or even better than the real thing. But it is not the same. Here, on Earth, a cow is still born, fed and slaughtered. The soil is tilled and cared for until a potato grows. It takes time. It takes work. It takes blood. That is why I'm here. To enjoy a proper meal before the Empire comes to an end. I'm not political, I don't take sides. I'm a mercenary after all. Tomorrow, missiles are going to rain down on this little planet, the headquarters of a decadent royal court. And with them most of the cows and potatoes left in the universe. A leader will fall and another, maybe worse than the current one, will take his place. Right now, the only important thing is to choose the right bottle for it. A rare Pinot Noir from the King's library perhaps? When I'm done, I'll visit the King and kiss his Ring one last time. Tomorrow will be another day. The day I'll send fire from the sky upon him and all my enemies here and everywhere. #MicroFiction
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@extraspecialbitter@indieauthors.social · Mar 01, 2026
insider trading a family trait #wss366
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@extraspecialbitter@indieauthors.social · Mar 01, 2026
breakfast special Eggs in Jail with a side of bacon #wss366
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@extraspecialbitter@indieauthors.social · Mar 01, 2026
whiteout the other side of the bridge #wss366
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@extraspecialbitter@indieauthors.social · Feb 28, 2026
restless night oak trees swaying back and forth #wss366
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@eperales@universeodon.com · Feb 28, 2026
#wss366 - back Dr. Mario M. Giles tried to get a closer look at the girl's tattoo. He was not good with kids and it is hard to make a five-year-old stay put. "Stop moving for God's sake!" He was able to take a good picture of it. It was a masterpiece, no doubt. The detail and colors were exquisite. "She was born with it." That was Faye, Norah's mother, getting ahead of Giles' next question. Giles didn't hold back "Do you think I was born yesterday?" Faye had to answer similar questions before, she no longer had the need to feel angry. "No. But I know you weren't born with a tattoo on your back." "Did you?" Giles was relentless. "No. It is a miracle. A signal." "A signal for what?" He looked at the picture, it vaguely reminded him of the crop circles that made the news from time to time. "I'm a urologist Ms Preciado. Not a shaman." "You are the only person in town who ever set foot in a university, you must know something I don't." She was the most assured person Giles ever knew. "Where is your husband?" "He is a sailor, somewhere in the Pacific." "Is he the father of the creature?" "Of course he is! Do you want a good slap?" Her flaming eyes told clearly she was telling the truth. Guiles got the message. "I apologize. I'll tell you what. I'll send the picture and the x-ray to a friend in the capital and I'll get back to you with her response. Sounds fair?" She nodded. "I'll be back next Monday then. Norah! Stop playing with those things! Let's get you an ice popsicle." Norah cheered and ran leaping towards the door. She was just a regular kid that happened to be born with a tattoo. She turned to the doctor and waved with a smile. "Bye Mario Mohammed Giles!" He waved back as Faye closed the door. It was only a couple of hours after they left that he realized that he never told anyone in this town what his middle name was. #MicroFiction
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@extraspecialbitter@indieauthors.social · Feb 27, 2026
deep winter anticipating the next cold front #wss366
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@extraspecialbitter@indieauthors.social · Feb 26, 2026
couched in secrecy a crowded situation room #wss366
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@extraspecialbitter@indieauthors.social · Feb 26, 2026
casting couch the director's cat curiously engaged #wss366
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