#writever Regime
When you ferry a dozen individuals of almost as many species inside a single paceship for several months, one essential yet too often overlooked issue is that of managing everyone's dietary regime.
#writever Regime
When you ferry a dozen individuals of almost as many species inside a single paceship for several months, one essential yet too often overlooked issue is that of managing everyone's dietary regime.
#writever Satiety
An invitation from Count Utarefson was not to be turned down, and she found his accent charming. She realized alas too late what he meant when he said he "relished satiety".
#writever Carence
"According to my doctor," said the Dragon, "today is a bad day for you and I to meet,"
"Has your doctor forbidden you to fight?" sneered the Knight.
"Oh, no," replied the Dragon. "However, he found that I have an iron deficiency."
#writever Serrurière
This robot was constructed by a locksmith woman. This explains its spring-based functioning but also some aspects of its design which a man would not have thought of.
#writever Lasagne
In witchcraft as elsewhere, adaptability is a must. When the Sorcerer attacked me, my only spell available was the one to turn basic ingredients into a nice lasagne. Would you have thought it works on a human too?
#writever Crumble
The disease had spread like wildfire, and all over the Earth, zombies were drying up, crumbling, and then scattering in the wind. No antidote was found, and the thousand-year-old zombie civilization collapsed within a year.
#writever Strawberry
Drinking blood in public is increasingly frowned upon. Vampires anxious to fit in are therefore opt for port. This of course poses a problem for child-looking vampires, who have to resort to strawberry syrup.
@aaribaud What did he mean?
Sorry the joke didn't click.
What she *thought* he said and thus meant, was that he "relished s*o*ciety" -- i.e., that he enjoyed the company of others.
What he, being, as his title and name suggest, a vampire, said and meant, was indeed that he "relished *sasiety*", -- i.e., that he enjoyed consuming large enough amounts of blood (and, implicitly, that he intended to do so at her, as it were, expense -- and probably did).
#writever Cook
The Knight cuts meats and vegetables.
The Princess makes the menus, welcomes the guests and does the accounting.
The cook is, of course, the Dragon.
The Kind brought the funds and gets free meals. Which is a capital point.
#writever Mash
“How'd your tonsil removal go?” asked the Princess.
“Still no fire or solid food,” said the Dragon.
“Ah. A Knight was looking for you.”
“I know. His was right on time. By shaking him hard enough, I was able to make myself a tin of mash."
#writever Breadeater
All over the panet, zombies exterminated humans, except in France, where a zombie was invariably and exclusively a breadeater. The bakeries had to be protected of course, but after that, France enjoyed its second, and final, golden age.
#writever Écumoire
They removed R42's positronic brain, pounded it, ran it through a skimmer, melted it, molded it and put it back.
Once R42 was turned back on, its first words were “As I was saying before this interruption...”
#writever Gratin
‘Are you recovering well?’ asked the Princess.
‘I've got my fire back,’ said the Dragon.
‘Ah. Another knight was looking for you. A Prince from Dauphiné.’
‘I know. I enjoyed myself. I have a fondness for gratin dauphinois.’
#writever Macedonia
The difficulty in communicating with ghosts is in determining which language to speak to them. A ghost from Macedonia born two centuries before our era speaks ancient Greek; six centuries before... Go figure.
#writever Mix
A hyperspace jump is a finicky thing.
Mix your spatial coordinates and you end up upside down.
Mix the hyperspatial ones and you end up inside out.
At the atomic level.
Oh well, at least you won't suffer.
Hopefully.
#writever Foodie
‘I do not indulge in sin,’ sighed the Devil. ‘I do not eat; would you picture me as a *foodie*? Likewise, lust doesn't apply to me. Frankly, the Creator only knows where you got this idea about me.’
#writever Crush
The Coherency Rune's iridescent protection sphere around Krek the Swift was reddening and flattening under the pressure. Elena the Curious had chosen well when she'd cast her Pitting spell.
#writever Light
‘What's their ship's weaponry?’
‘Our AI describes it as a light gunboat, so our armor should...’
‘Light... gun... boat? Oh, fuck. EVADE! EVADE!’
The corvette narrowly avoided the aliens' super-powered laser beam.
#writever Rich
Zombies proved to be unexpected allies of the poor against the rich. Indeed, the latter, who were less accustomed to physical effort, were inevitably the slowest and therefore the most likely to be caught by the undead.
#writever Perfusion
I have seen way too many people lacking a lifelong faithful friend. Now that I'm a vampire, I can be this friend to many. My addiction doesn't interfere, thanks to an inventive tailor and a discrete perfusion.
#writever Play
"Are you here for my life?"
"YES."
"How about you and I play a game for it?"
"CHESS, I IMAGINE ? I ADVISE AGAINST THAT."
"No. Cricket."
"I... DO NOT KNOW THE RULES."
"That's not a problem, I'll explain to you. So..."
#writever Jug
"A genie? In a jug?"
"Yes, but not s--"
"Cool! I don't care about not drinking wine if I get to make three wishes!"
"Ten, if you like, but *not so loud*. I've just spent thirty years macerating in plonk. I've got a giant hangover."
To be fair, Tom Holt has things to say about genies freed from bottles of aspirin, and it goes as bad as you'd expect, for everyone including the genie.
@aaribaud
Wishes as granted by a drunk genie are going to be lit
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