.13. #WebAuthorsCafe 10/13-10/19: What is the spookiest thing you have ever written? Can you share a piece? (Don’t be bashful if it’s not very spooky.)

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A full list of prompts appears at: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1vuRRfDLFomqnWmUG571wz-5sXmuQZergyRsA8LnBhrM

For Love of a Konbini Idol, I Fought a Cult
Chapter 78 Released

Golden Stupa 黄金卒塔婆

By Nara Moore
Artist: Mai-sensei

Leaving the court of Sutoku-tennō (崇徳上皇) Ume’s family travels to the palace/stupa of the Great Bronze Dragon King (偉大な青銅の竜王), Wen Shen (瘟神).

Join Ume & her family as their relationships develop. In a creepy world where “love” never dies

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Tags: #KonbiniIdol #Yuri #Mythpunk #LightNovel #LGBTQ #Romance #LGBTQIA #Queer #Fantasy #SappficRomance #SapphicBooks #QueerRomance #Serial #Yokai #Dragon

If you read online serial fiction, how many episodes is the max, you are comfortable with for short pieces. (Under 2K words.) In some instances on the Fedi, allow up to 3K characters. Which is min. of 3 EP per 1K words.

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The #Case of Beach Terrors

#OthersidePicnic X #MissKobayashisDragonMaid #FanFiction

#WSS366 #MastoPrompt 7/4

“Wow, look at the sand.” Riko was pointing at the beach in front of the three friends: Kanna, Riko, and Kasumi. “And look.” She ran forward and picked up a broken sand dollar.

Kanna smiled. Beaches were nothing new to her, but seeing her friend excited pleased her. On the other hand, she was worried about Kasumi, who had stuck a tentative toe in the sand. “Are you okay, Kasumi-san?” she asked.

“It’s fine. Nothing bad is going to happen,” Kanna said. She didn’t know what Kasumi was, but she figured her friend was also from another universe, one where a beach was a danger zone.

Riko had run ahead, so Kasumi didn’t have to be careful of what she said. It was tough cutting and splicing phrases to communicate. So she just pulled a quote from memory: “On a scale of ‘weird dog’ to ‘entity that erases time,’ how dangerous are we talking?”

“Fluffy cute puppy—come on.” She grabbed Kasumi’s hand and led the still hesitant but reassured Kasumi out onto the beach.

Riko, meanwhile, had found a pile of seaweed and was poking through it. Kasumi pointed at her and stitched together a new quote. “It won’t turn into a weird dog and eat her?” It was clumsy, and she could have done better, but Kanna understood.

“No, it’s normal seaweed. Things don’t turn into other things here.”

“Okay, shoot it if it does.”

Kanna bent down and picked up a sand crab from #under a piece of driftwood where it was hiding.

“Kasumi shrieked, trying to hide behind Kanna. ‘No, no, no, it’s turning weird!’”

Kanna glanced over her shoulder, then, making sure Riko wasn’t watching, bit into the crab. “See, if it turns, I’ll eat it.”

“You ate that. Do you have a third stomach?”

Kanna glanced at Riko and said in a low voice so only Kasumi heard, “I’m not from this world either. Let it be our little secret.”

Kasumi nodded. “Accomplices.”

#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP
#LightNovel #Manga #Fantasy #SliceOfLife #Yuri
#KobayashisDragonMaid #DragonMaid #小林さんちのメイドラゴン
#UraPi #裏世界ピクニック

#wss366 06/23 #Pound
#FanFiction #TheApothecaryDiaries

*** The Amorous Dr. Tianyu ***
(Anime/Manga Spoilers)

Maomao woke to the sound of fists pounding on the supply room door. Someone was trying to open it, but the shelf Mao had knocked over lay piled against it, foiling their efforts.

Her vision swam. A length of wood in front of her twisted like a snake. When she sat up, her brain seemed to slosh back and forth. Her head pounded. “dum, dun, dum,” a slow drumbeat matching her pulse. It seemed a little slow, she noted. She hadn’t done it consciously; years of apothecary work had trained her body to react on its own.

The racket outside the door continued, and she made out Tianyu’s voice. “Woo… woo… wuuu… wwas.” Nonsensical words that made her want to giggle.

Clean, white bandages gleamed on a shelf. “Ah, yes. I put them there.” Unconsciously, she spoke out loud. It was hard enough putting the words together without making further observations. Teetering, she rose to her feet.

Next, her eye fastened on a spilled jar of “Man Tuo Luo.” The crockery lay in jagged pieces amid the green powder, a child’s jigsaw puzzle. Mao noted how she wanted to get down and put the puzzle together, and the metaphor. This must be the effects of the drug normally used for surgery.

She wished Tianyu would be quiet. His voice made it hard for her foggy mind to think.

“Whaat aaare youuuu doinggg ing ing ing? Oppennn upppp.”

Such a waste of medicine and dangerous to have it spilled like this. She bent to scoop up the drug but thought better of it. Her mind was clearing. Instead of risking stirring up the green powder, she wrapped the bandage around her mouth. It was instinct more than logic; her thoughts remained muddy and slow.

Next, she dragged the fallen shelf away from the door.

Thinking clearer now she remembered the shelf toppling just after she had opened the cabinet of restricted substances. Her hand had been on the jar of Man Tou Luo. “I’ve always wanted to try it,” she said as she finished moving the debris.

Tianyu burst through the door. “Mao, what in the world... Woah...” He tripped, crashing straight into Mao. His hand tore away the bandage as they tumbled to the floor in a billowing cloud of Man Tou Luo’s sleep-inducing powder.

Later, Dr. Li found them sleeping, arms tangled, on the floor. His first thought: surely Mao had taken precautions against pregnancy. Undoubtedly she had, and he nodded to himself. It was Mao, after all.

His second thought was that there would be trouble if Jinshi heard about this. He wouldn’t want to be the young, amorous doctor.

#microfiction #NMPrompts #NMV366 #薬屋のひとりごと @yon @bytebro #LightNovel #Manga #Fantasy #ApothecaryDiaries

Drilling for Treacle

#FanFiction #AliceInWonderland

#wss366 06/25

“Treacle,” said the March Hare, emphasizing his point with his teacup.

“Yes,” said Alice. “What about treacle?”

“It's the only thing worth drilling for.”

“Hear, hear,” came a sleepy voice from the sugar bowl. The voice continued so muffled, no one heard “#Mine treacle not coal.”

“What about oil? The government seems quite intent on drilling for that.”

“Silly girl,” The Hatter said, joining in. “Oil is nasty, black, tarry stuff. Have you ever added to your tea?”

“No,” said Alice, not quite understanding the logic.

The March Hare made a nasty face. “Put it in #mine once, tastes terrible. Treacle is much better.”

“I suppose.” Alice couldn’t argue with that. Still...

The Hatter looked at his watch. “Half past the election. They should be buttering up the budget about now.”

“I think not,” said the Cheshire Cat, who had just joined them. “The badgers will be for throwing it in the ocean because the mice got a piece of cheese.”

“No help for it,” The Hatter said. “We have plenty, though,” and passed Alice a large slice of liberty bread thickly buttered.

Alice was just reaching for it when the Hatter snatched it away, saying, “The Dormouse has buttered the wrong side again.”

“Treacle,” said the March Hare, emphasizing his words with the buttered bread he’d gotten his hands on.

“You just said that,” Alice responded.

“He did, but ti’s a new season,” the Hatter said.

“Indeed,” came a voice from the sugar bowl.

#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMV366 #MadHatter #MarchHare #DoorMouse #cheshirecat #Tea #Satire