What is it with this and also that? How can a little bit of this, and some of that, take up so much time? Because time it took last week and so I didn't even get to read your wonderful stories.
From hardboiledbaby's little Aggie to Anarion's tender-hearted thieves, from Honeyed Moon's budding romance in a galaxy far far away to Ali's sweet siren, the stories for the last prompt were charming and I love them and you know what?
This and also that? They can just get kriffed. I'll really, really try and not let time get away from me again, I'll do my best to get your weekly writing prompt up, well, weekly.
Tip-toe Tentacles and All That Writing Jazz
And now onward to the wonders of the week before last's writing prompt:
The siren’s arms wrap her waist and warm lips steal a salt-flavoured kiss as scales rub her thigh. “Your swimming has improved, love. Anyone would think you’d earned your fins already. Have you come to stay for good this time?”
Filidan was tempted to kick his cousin’s shin. “We are trying to build a profile as professional and specialised art thieves. If we loot, we are no better than… well, not-professional and specialised thieves.”
“I know, I know. I’m just saying! She probably wouldn’t even miss… Is that a Samurai uniform?”
“There you are,” she said to the room, “Kriff’s sake, for a large human, you can be really hard to find somet…” Her monologue cut off mid-stream as she opened the ‘fresher door. “What?” Was all she managed.
Kl’yd was standing at the sink, still as a statue, with the skin on his left arm peeling off. Or on? It was hard to tell.
The splashing suddenly stops. Curious, I follow her gaze as she stares into the water. Little silver flashes, darting to and fro around her ankles and toes. “Fish,” I whisper.
“Fishies,” she whispers back, awestruck. For once, she is silent and still, a living statue. We exchange a glance of pure delight.
The tide got all frisky again, bouncing my boogie board, and Talla and if I could have seen below the waves I’d bet T was standing on tip-tentacle. Didn’t matter, a sludge of seaweed hit her in the neck again. High tide brings out mers and sea muck.
Okay, your turn. If you've not filled any of these writing prompts before, how about now? Share a story, teeny tiny or long, it's up to you. Use some of the words above or none. Every bit of the world you invent is yours. To invent. So…what'dya say?