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AsakiyumeA wonderful 5-part crossover fic in the <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#wss366</a> hashtag from <a href="https://bonequest.net/@tobadzistsini" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@tobadzistsini</a>, referencing <a href="https://sunny.garden/@georgepenney" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@georgepenney</a>'s lovely (nonfictional) Aotearoa observations begins here: <a href="https://bonequest.net/@tobadzistsini/114155271561268567" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" translate="no" target="_blank">https://bonequest.net/@tobadzistsini/114155271561268567</a>

Asakiyume"The Teaching of the Camel, <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/attributed" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#attributed</a> to St. Cygnus the Silent, states that you must cast the camel from your own eye before you try to remove the camel in anyone else's eye.""That has to be wrong. It's that it's harder for a rich man to get into heaven than it is for a camel to get through the eye of a needle, right?""Nope: It's camels in your eyes. Scholars think by 'camel' St. Cygnus meant 'sleep'--that crud you have in your eye when you wake up."<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> <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/SillyTheology" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#SillyTheology</a>

asmw"As they say: If in doubt, hide in a cloud." Haribord whispered the ancient proverb and poured some water from his flask onto his open hand. Within seconds, the water started to bubble and fog began to fall to the floor, much more than it had any right to.The giant cavern filled with unnaturally thick fog in minutes, diffusing the red light from the ember crystals, which grew on the rough ceiling, into a hellish glow. Alarmed voices could be heard echoing on the stone walls."Who the fyock says that?" Stora rumbled and risked another peek over the boulder they were hiding behind. "Can we go now?""The scholars <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/attribute" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#attribute</a> the proverb to the witch Haliga and although most people think it means to know when to hide and retreat, it's not actually that."Haribord had closed his eyes. His face twitched from concentration, which gave him a demonic visage in the red gloom."You see, Haliga's cloud is not just a cloud. It is grown from you and thus part of you." Sweat ran down his brow. "You feel all that it touches. It will follow you and go anywhere you want." The fog started to flow and pool in different corners of the cavern. The cries of surprise and fear quickly turned into screams, then gurgles, then silence.<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/writing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writing</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/tootfic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#tootfic</a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/smallstories" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#smallstories</a>

Steven D. Brewer 🏳️‍⚧️The young blond woman stood surrounded by a small swarm of floating cameroids in front of the smoking ruins of the stockade with panicked workmen running back and forth. "This is Mandy Fourteen reporting from Smithworld," she said. "There is still no official comment from Mump Industries, but remarks attributed to Elald Mump are unprintable." She sent a cameroid to follow a workman. "Any comment?" she asked. "Aaaaah!" he screamed. "And there you have it!" she concluded.<a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#wss366</a>

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>

Steven D. Brewer 🏳️‍⚧️a careful study of her greatest attributes… through sidelong glances <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#wss366</a> <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/haiku" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#haiku</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>

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/attribute" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#attribute</a>. Feel like writing something short and sweet that has the word "attribute" in it? Check out the definitions of the word at: <a href="https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/attribute" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" translate="no" target="_blank">https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/attribute</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://bonequest.net/@tobadzistsini" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@tobadzistsini</a>

Steven D. Brewer 🏳️‍⚧️She climbed the stairs, her wet shoes squeaking on the steps. Shivering, she unlocked the door and slipped inside. For a moment, she just stood dripping. What a horrible day! Then her cat wound himself between her ankles, meowing. "I know, Grappler," she said. "You're *starving*!" Grappler agreed wholeheartedly. After she fed him, she settled herself in her window seat with her favorite <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/novel" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#novel</a>. She let her breath out, opened the well-thumbed book to page one. and started to read. <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#wss366</a>

AsakiyumeEsmeralda knew some people were prejudiced against witches, even if you tried to explain that you were the herbal healing sort, not the cursing sort. So she took <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/novel" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#novel</a> precautionary measures to protect herself.Her house was an old one with mice in the walls. Instead of traps, Esmeralda put out magic peanut-butter tablets, which the mice joyfully ingested. Then, when they ran through the walls, they created a protective magic lattice. No harm could come to anyone within.<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>

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>

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/novel" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#novel</a>. Feel like writing something short and sweet that has the word "novel" in it? Check out the definitions of the word at: <a href="https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/novel" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" translate="no" target="_blank">https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/novel</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://bonequest.net/@tobadzistsini" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@tobadzistsini</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>

Steven D. Brewer 🏳️‍⚧️"That's so exciting!" his dad said. "I'll be interested to hear all about it when you get home." It wasn't until this moment that Rory realized that this might be — even probably would be — the last time he saw his father. He choked up a bit, but leaned over and gave his father a big hug. "Yeah, Dad," Rory said, tearing up. "Yeah. I'll tell you all about it when I get home." <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#wss366</a> (from A Familiar Problem)

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