“She posted the most pointless video on Facebook,” grumbled Sparra. “Ninety minutes of her waffling crude argle-bargle.”
“So, you watched it, then?” asked Crow.
“To the end,” sighed Sparra.
(#VSS365 & #MicroPrompt, Prompts: Argle-Bargle & Crude, 187 characters)
With a tilt of her novelty policewoman’s hat, she cuffed herself to him. “You’re under arrest for being too good in bed,” she growled.
All charges dropped in 37-seconds due to lack of evidence. Bathos be darned.
(#VSS365, Prompt: Bathos, 211 characters)
“Aren’t you meant to steal shiny metals?” asked Crow. “Silver and bronze coins?”
“Being a ragpicker isn’t beneath me,” replied Magpie, “when my neighbours are sequin loving ice-skaters.”
(#VSS365 & #MicroPrompt, Prompts: Ragpicker & Bronze, 185 characters)
“At the start of the month she was resurrected,” remarked Crow. “It’s said she pushed the boulder…”
“Hold up,” interrupted Owl. “What do you mean, ‘she?'”
(#VSS365 & #MicroPrompt, Prompts: Resurrected & Month, 155 characters)
“Doc,” whimpered Sparra, “you’ve got to help. My ankle’s killing me. It’s all red and swollen.”
“Gout,” replied Dr Heron.
“But I only just got here!” cried Sparra.
(#VSS365 & #MicroPrompt, Prompts: Gout & Killing, 161 characters)
“Well, the burglar threw a brick through my window and climbed into my house,” said Sparra. “She was looking for money.”
“What did you do?” gasped Crow.
“Well,” sighed Sparra, “I looked with her…”
(#MicroPrompt, Prompt: Brick, 197 characters)
“An English-bird, Irish-bird and Scottish-bird walked into a bar,” said Sparra.
“Which is an oddity when they’re all closed for social distancing,” sighed Crow.
(#VSS365, Prompt: Oddity, 159 characters)
He looked deep into her eyes, feeling himself getting hard. She tore his shirt off. He dropped the radio, his mates crying through hiss and crackle.
Hunting medusae was tough.
(#MicroPrompt & #VSS365, Prompts: Shirt & Radio, 174 characters)
“I’ve published a cookery book of rice recipes,” said Sparra. “It sold well, but chefs say I plagiarized all my recipes.”
“Well, that’s their words,” said Crow, “not yours.”
(#MicroPrompt, Prompt: Rice, 171 characters)
The demonic hound stood over her. Its ruby red eyes, gazing into her soul. It saw her innermost thoughts, desires, and memories. Lucy grinned as the dog tucked its tail between its legs, squeaked, and ran away.
(#VSS365, Prompt: Ruby, 211 characters)
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