#weirdmicro

Chris E. Sol

@telaranrhiod.bsky.social

5 minutes ago

“How old are you, Antin? Like, I think you’re about my age, I’m 17, I’ll be eighteen in the end of October.” Antin laughed. “So, you’ve got the misfortune of being a Scorpio, eh?” Bill pushed him down on the couch. “Scorpions aren’t that bad, and you didn’t answer my question.” “I turned eighteen a couple of months ago. That’s when I got kicked out of the group home.” “They do that?” “I don’t know if all do, mine was run by a druggie who only wanted money. I guess they didn’t get money past my birthday. Thankfully I had saved up a little from shifts at the movie theatre, and I found a shelter I could call home for a few weeks. Then I met Nyx and this whole adventure started.” “I still feel green with all of this. Ar’Thyl is amazing and the abilities I’m still trying to find out of. But I wouldn’t change it for anything now.” “Me neither. Must admit though. I’m jealous you can fly on your own! I’ve even tried to use vibration in the air, like sound, to levitate – without success.” “Phonetic gravity? I think I read once of someone who had used sound to levitate stones, but isn’t it easier to do it with Light?” “The closest I can do is portal up to the air and go trough. But I’ll fall immediately.” “I’ll break your fall…” Bill said softly. “Can I ask you something?” Bill felt terrible. Afraid of a bad reaction. Antin sat up, “sure, what’s on your mind?” Part of Bill wanted to run away – disappear forever. But be needed to know. Stuttering he got the words out. “Do you like me? Like I… you…” Antin raised his hand and placed it behind Bills neck, his thumb caressing the lobe of his ear. He pulled them closer and as their lips met Bill was either in heaven – or hell, as their kiss deepened. After a while – how long Bill couldn’t tell –Antin pulled away. “Does that answer your question?” Antin smiled at him. #VSSFantasy Misfortune #VSS365 Partake #VSSDaily Lobe #VSSMagic Scorpion #Emoetry Terrible #WIPSnips Green #WeirdMicro Phonetic gravity

WIP: Bill & Ar’Thyl
Part 76
Chapter 11

Two teens. Different backgrounds. Awkward.

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Matthias (glimmering) 🦄🧚‍♂️🐉

@ignorantfairy.bsky.social

14 hours ago

do unwritten poems go
into literary oblivion or is there
some poetic limbo filled with
silent stanzas waiting to be
reborn as fully fledged verse?

#weirdmicro #poetry

Mizz Whozza Whazzit

@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social

15 hours ago

In this dark hour
I plunge into
literary oblivion
chase my pretty words,
they have escaped
and I am seething,
uneasy;

When does this
melancholy end?
When will ink
mean something
again?

I plunge into the river,
come out dry

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WeirdMicro

@weirdmicro.bsky.social

16 hours ago

Good morning writers of the weird and uncanny. Happy Monday! Here is today’s #WeirdMicro #writingprompt:

Literary oblivion

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Raymh

@rayhourigan.bsky.social

23 hours ago

Strange literary
Oblivion, graveyard of
Forgotten language.
#WeirdMicro #LiteraryOblivion #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
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Her ghost

@underablacksky.bsky.social

1 day ago

lush literary
oblivion teasing me,
easing this vigil

#WeirdMicro #WritingPrompts
#literaryoblivion #haiku #writing #micropoetry

Chris E. Sol

@telaranrhiod.bsky.social

1 day ago

“Yeah!” Antin added. “Or else they will lead us to literal oblivion!” Zhe’ra turned to look at her great grandson. “Bill, when you and Ar’Thyl were underground, you said you encountered someone there that helped you?” Bill nodded. She turned to Antin. “And when I read your retelling of your time in Boulder – you, and Nyx – a village I recall hearing of in my youth, by the way – you said some kind of serpent creature tried to help you? Could they be the same creatures?” Bill shook his head. “The ones I thought I saw looked like people, but something about them seemed different,” And I was asleep, strangely so, unaware of anything happening. But someone had brought sustenance to my Aludim in the night. Ar’Thyl sent a memory to Zhe’ra and Georgios, of them waking up to find a plate of sandwiches. Tannamir bent to meet their eyes. Now dear Aludim, lest their family think we are hoarding their kin, we should take a break to rest before the feast tonight. “Feast?” Bill asked. “Yes, good idea Tannamir!” Georgios said. “To celebrate your return to us, and that your mother had agreed to become our resident medical practitioner! We’ve invited Rebecca and Toby to join us in the tower dining area in an hour. Dofhâwr is upstairs setting up as we speak.” Me and Nyx will do a patrol around the island. Ar’Thyl said. Bill got the impression his beloved Aludim wanted him to spend time alone with Antin… “Let’s hope you disappearing will be the worst thing this summer.” Antin said. “Though I suppose something will surpass it before the war is done.” Bill followed Antin out of the main chamber “I know, right! But I’m not sure what’s worse – facing another seething Dreth – or facing another sourly military officer.” “No, let's not repeat of that either!” Antin flapped down into one of the couches in the outer hallway. Bill sat down next to him, “I fear we will, though. Face both. I hope the others return before the ambassadors start showing up though.” “Why? You handled t…

WIP: Bill & Ar’Thyl
Part 75
Chapter 11

Their future is certain. No easy path ahead. At least not alone…

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EchoGnomics

@echognomics.bsky.social

1 day ago

#WeirdMicro
#OurPoetryX #uneasy
#vss365

#Uneasy is #literary_oblivion;
for it implies a remembrance
of being read- #surpassing
wastebaskets, editors' nays,
spat forth from presses,
marketed and reviewed,
the endless clamor: find me, read me!

Brotha O

@brothao.bsky.social

1 day ago

Resources? I see a wannabe dynasty will try to hoard.

But courses? well, it seems reality has plenty so welcome aboard..

..or welcome to class; homework due, the final submission?

It's rejected, I know that brick wall wasn't the mission.

#VSSTimeTravel, #vssmagic, #WeirdMicro, #BraveWrite

EchoGnomics

@echognomics.bsky.social

1 day ago

#MPPrompt
#PoemsAbout
#WildWalkPrompt
#vss365
#WeirdMicro
#emoetry
#haibun

I #assure you: water's freezing point is #regaled in #pretty poetry, whereas ice's melt is cursed in the #final_submissions of boots' muddy muck.

Two states of matter:
molecules #crossing_borders
without boundaries.

SoulScratches

@soulscratches.bsky.social

1 day ago

writing volumes
attempts to recall
purposeful
detachment screaming
submission final

#WeirdMicro
#micropoetry

WeirdMicro

@weirdmicro.bsky.social

1 day ago

Here are today’s writing prompts.

Final submission #WeirdMicro

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Francis H Powell writer and poet

@fhpowellwriter.bsky.social

1 day ago

My final submission
for the Foolish Thoughts Almanac
2025
got gazumped
by a writer with an ordinary mind.

I cried into the night,
words turning around,
no peace for a loser,
no vision for the blind.

#WeirdMicro #FinalSubmission #poem #writing #writingcommunity
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Mizz Whozza Whazzit

@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social

1 day ago

my final submission,
prepare to be regaled,
skin and soul,
mind and mouth
with my gifts of desire,
lusting fire,
and be assured
that you are my target
and this is my final
arrow

#weirdmicro #emoetry #vssdaily #vss365 #poetry

Raymh

@rayhourigan.bsky.social

1 day ago

Frenzied fantasy,
Edges of horror, lust, my
Final submission.
#WeirdMicro #FinalSubmission #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
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Chris E. Sol

@telaranrhiod.bsky.social

1 day ago

“Not to be the token goose,” Antin said. “But isn’t that like describing the Dreth? Every time we’ve fought them, they seem to come back even more conniving.” Georgios sighed, “there seems truth to both statements. Humanity has grown back every time we’ve been beaten back, but the Dreth have survived literal hell, and grown stronger for it.” “Well, this won’t be humanity’s final submission. Even in my time we knew time moves in ages that come and pass, and come again. Not literally, of course, but our knowledge and our connection to Light and Darkness grow and wanes. We learn, we forget, and relearn again.” Zhe’ra paused to look at the younglings. “And let me assure you, no matter how dreary it looks, there will always be another chance.” After a brief silence, Bill asked the obvious question: “So how can we protect the planet from itself?” Georgios looked as lost as Bill and Antin, but after a glance at his Aludim he continued. “What Zhe’ra says rings true. But she also revealed the answer, maybe without knowing it. We need to enlighten people, bring the Light back into each one willing to let it speak to them.” “That sounds awfully like a religion,” Antin said. “Where I’m from religions bring strife and despair while preaching the truth of a god.” “The Light isn’t a god. It just is.” Georgios regaled. “Equal and opposite to Darkness it is a force of all that is growth, creation, and progress. By connecting to a thinking being – one who has a soul – something remarkable happens. A kind of cosmic consciousness emerges. Not a being of its own, but an exchange between the Light and the soul.” He looked at the three of them. “In my time we called it the creator and the dark one, but I see those are just names for the same thing. The creator wasn’t a god. It didn’t dictate or demand. It just was the start and upkeeps of reality. A reality the dark one wanted to destroy.” “As an opposite force, Darkness uncreates. Destroys, decays.” Georgios said. “Those corrup…

WIP: Bill & Ar’Thyl
Part 74
Chapter 11

When thoughts go deep…

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Her ghost

@underablacksky.bsky.social

1 day ago

final submission
if I bloom or just vanish
I’ll still call it mine

#WeirdMicro #WritingPrompts
#finalsubmission #writing #micropoetry

Mizz Whozza Whazzit

@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social

2 days ago

What an absurd collective of people; what a view from the train;
what a kiss of sun that lingers on your shoulder; what a day to choose to travel; what else do I have to say to you about last night?

#weirdmicro #foxprose #bedroomeyes #inkMine #poetry

Sunlit

@sun-lit.bsky.social

2 days ago

I can't see the shore, surrounded by
such an absurd collective, black sheep
I think they call it, except I don't belong
anywhere it seems, always been
disjointed and out my own skin
trauma will do that

#WeirdMicro

Raymh

@rayhourigan.bsky.social

2 days ago

Oversized shoes, an
Absurd collective of clowns,
Linguistic backflips.
#WeirdMicro #AbsurdCollective #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
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Chris E. Sol

@telaranrhiod.bsky.social

2 days ago

“The world has changed since you were young, that’s for sure. Maybe I could recommend some books or websites to help you to catch up on?” Bill said, thinking the best thing they could be doing was to learn more about the different countries around the area. He knew Brazil was close, and Venezuela and Cuba, and Mexico, but he didn’t really know much about them. “Yeah, we don’t fight with swords anymore,” Antin chimed in. “I have been reading about the broad strokes of history,” Tannamir said. “The language is so different from when I was young. But the computers here can show me documents in my native language, which is wonderful.” Antin sighed. “Well, the world seems to consist of an absurd collective of leaders – playing dice with us regular folk.” “We’re not exactly regular folk anymore Antin.” Bill looked up where Ar’Thyl and Nyx were intently watching them, “No, I know. But unjust, patronizing leaders upset me, like that ship. They clearly thought they knew the truth. And used weapons to try to put us down.” Nyx hrmph’d. Aludim, we were great! We stopped the Shadow from influencing those people. You and Bill did that. You both proved yourself as capable of being true leaders in the future. Ar’Thyl added. Bill looked up. “I find it suspicious that you two are ganging up on us!”

We are not, Aludim! Ar’Thyl feigned innocence. We just think you two think too little of yourselves. And are slow. Nyx added, before he turned from view. “Oh, the warmth from our Aludims!” Antin said, looking at Nyx where he cowered behind Ar’Thyl. “What do you mean slow?” Tannamir watched the whole scene thoughtfully, but he slapped his stick three times on the floor. “We were here to discuss the attack. I think we’ve gotten out of task.” “Sorry, councillor.” Bill said. Nyx and Ar’Thyl straightened and Antin came up to the front with Bill again. “Ar’Thyl shared images of the event with us. Except for what I just witnessed here in this chamber, I agree with your Aludims assessment. You two have proved yourself capable of greatness, on par with the other young Aludim.” He looked up as Zhe’ra and Castor came in. Zhe’ra looked at the gathered Edroth and the three humans. “Humanity of this age is like a gorse. Pretty and full of thorns, clamoring to anything. But when beaten down, they come back stronger.” #VSSFantasy Dice #VSS365 Warmth #VSSDaily Document #VSSMagic Gorse #Emoetry Patronized #WIPSnips Recommend #WeirdMicro Absurd collective

WIP: Bill & Ar’Thyl
Part 73
Chapter 11

When everyone sees it except the couple…

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Matthias (glimmering) 🦄🧚‍♂️🐉

@ignorantfairy.bsky.social

2 days ago

absurd collective
bound by gossip, fed through tears
social climate change

#poetry #weirdmicro
#senryu

Her ghost

@underablacksky.bsky.social

3 days ago

absurd collective
feelings that fight like strangers
under the same skin

#WeirdMicro #WritingPrompts
#absurdcollective #haiku #writing #micropoetry

EchoGnomics

@echognomics.bsky.social

3 days ago

#emoetry #patronized #WeirdMicro

BuRevengeAucracy

#Patronized by the #Absurd_collective,
My eyes narrow at their #moral_uncertainty
over the virtues of abstaining from dropping
weasels down women's waistpants & rights
and I begin anew the #procedural_mutter
To get these gang of clowns disbanded.

@scoopskie.bsky.social

3 days ago

Gone is the flutter
First felt long ago
Traded unawares for
A procedural mutter
Repeating and slow
Graded with measure
The pendulum stutters
Passing what’s known

#weirdmicro #proceduralmutter

Francis H Powell writer and poet

@fhpowellwriter.bsky.social

3 days ago

That procedural mutter
never held a tune
never made flamingos
take to the sky
in the giddy month of June
Across the land we
plough and scatter
building bridges and pontoons
nothing beats an albatross
hiking to the moon

#WeirdMicro #ProceduralMutter #writingcommunity
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Chris E. Sol

@telaranrhiod.bsky.social

3 days ago

Bill got up, intending to go find Antin and talk to the council. Before he turned the corner though, his mother called after him. “I hope you’ll not be reckless and engage in any fights my precious. Remember, I want you happy and safe.” “I’ll try, ma, but you know – the world is changing fast.” “It sure is. Well, give my best to Antin.” Bill blushed. “I will. Bye ma!” After exiting her rooms, he went to the elevator chamber and pressed the icon of the parliament tower entryway. He felt the slight tingle of Light as it passed through him and by the next heartbeat the doors opened and he could step out into the parliament foyer. Antin was there, waiting. “I haven’t dared go in. Ar’Thyl told Nyx to tell me to wait for you,,, Tannamir is muttering to himself about procedures and wayward governments. I don’t think he’s used to our world yet.” Bill laughed. “He is from another time. I don’t think there were guns in Wales in his day. Oh, mom says hi.” “Oh? Anything new?” “She’s staying in Al’Edos. I’m so relieved. She’s seemed overworked ever since dad died. I hope she can relax a bit here.” They entered the council chamber and the assembled Edroth all turned to look at them. Bill could feel Ar’Thyl entering at the same time as him. So, you didn’t go tell on us? He laughed. We are Aludim. We work together. Ar’Thyls reply was short and concise. “Well, there our saviors are!” Tannamir beamed when he saw them. “The attacks stopped a while ago; I suspect that was your doing?” “We talked to their immediate superiors and managed to turn their view. They’ll be sending an envoy once they find someone suitable,” “That’s good. The other young Aludim left a while back after Nick had a vision. I don’t know when they’ll be back. So, it’s just the Edroth, Georgios and us left to deal with this.” Bill looked around but couldn’t see his ancestor. “And Zhe’ra, surely. And my mom will help in the medical centre if needed.” Tannamir looked up, “yes, of course. That’s good…

WIP: Bill & Ar’Thyl
Part 72
Chapter 11

The intricacies of today’s word, I guess

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Raymh

@rayhourigan.bsky.social

3 days ago

Life moved on in a
Procedural mutter, thoughts
Held close to the chest.
#WeirdMicro #ProceduralMutter #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
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Ann Tigone

@anntigone.bsky.social

3 days ago

Cave's procedural
mutter, endless whispering
about emptiness.

#weirdmicro #proceduralmutter #haiku #senryu

@scoopskie.bsky.social

4 days ago

Precious cans lining
Dusty cellar shelves
Cursive labels whisper
The contents that dwell
Preserved for a time when
moral uncertainty compels
Us to seek out past virtues
We saved for ourselves

#vssdaily #can #vss365 #precious #weirdmicro #moraluncertainty #poetry