Alliterative/Endless KnotJul 21, 2025
The #ConnectedAtBirth #etymology of the week is STARE/TORPOR/START #wotd #stare #torpor #torpid #start #GenZStare
Lauren K. NixonNov 21, 2022

She ran down the steps and across the green, hopping over #torpid students, their textbooks spread across their chests or faces as they soaked up the late-autumn, lunchtime sun. Alex rounded a corner, nearly taking out a harried postgrad, and hoped Max was pre-emptively lurking by the tube station.

#vss365

Mostly PaulNov 8, 2022

#vss365 I slid out of my recliner like a spoonful of Jello sliding off a spoon & puddled on the floor. The Rapture had taken only my bones.

"Greetings, #torpid one," an angel said. "Due to heavy Rapture traffic, we are experiencing system failures. Please try again later."

Alex Z | WriterNov 8, 2022
He became #torpid, bloated, hazy
There was something wrong with the feed tubed in his coffin-ship
Was he just paranoid? Or was someone trying to poison him?
Who would need to poison a petty data-merchant?
Romo's skin burned & itched
The coffin ship seemed to squeeze him tighter
He pressed every button,hoping one might signal distress
Above, the vast shadow of another ship appeared
Was it his doom? Or his deliverance?
#vss365
#WritingCommunity
#SciFi
MPMcCune2Nov 8, 2022
The sorceress trapped the hurricane in a bottle, watched the wind lash the waves that battered the rain spotted glass as she bathed in the #torpid ocean. She let the wind dry her and from the shelter of her cave, unleashed the storm on the unwitting passersby. #vss365 (Version 2. Sent Version 1 prematurely!)
MPMcCune2Nov 8, 2022
The sorceress trapped the hurricane in a bottle. The wind lashed the waves that battered against the rain spotted glass. Then she bathed languidly in the #torpid water, let the sun dry her, and from the shelter of her cave, unleashed the storm on the unwitting passersby. #vss365
untoldtalltalesNov 7, 2022

A slow thunder rumbled around the #edge of waking and Niko opened his bloodshot eyes, mind #torpid from lack of sleep. Broiling clouds rode the horizon and spiraled into a familiar facade of dread.
Niko had overslept. Again.
Searing winds tore at his clothes as he made his way upmountain, running from this hellish #storm. For many days now, Niko felt he could outrun his doom. Today, he wasn't so sure, and his steps faltered on the slope.

#horror365 #microfiction #vss365 #sff #sffh