AI slop —
my browser
runneth over

#wss366 (slop)

Today's Wandering Shop Stories prompt at Mastodon is #slop. Join in and tag it with #wss366. Visit https://wandering.shop/@wss366 for more info.

ѕнє ¢συитє∂ тнє вєℓℓѕ, 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘉𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘓𝘰𝘸 under the #benighted sky. Would the #island reappear this year? The tears #blur her eyes; She won’t see the water #percolate. Every year at this time she comes and hopes.

#FromOneLine 431 #BlueSkyRemnant #wss366 #vss365 #vssdaily #BraveWrite

4-dimensional chess
a dog barks
at the king's knight

#wss366

sundowning —
an unenlightened
cult leader

#wss366

There was silence. The other knights looked at one another and shook their heads sadly.
"I met a cat girl, this time," said the first guy. "She was befurred — in all the right places, you understand."
All the knights laughed.
The new guy laughed nervously along with the others. (3/3) #wss366

"Or befouled!" said a third.
"Or befuddled!"
"Or beneaped!"
"Or benempted!" said a drover at an adjacent table.
"Oh, come on!" said the first. "That's not a even a word!"
"Is so!"
"Or befurred?" said the new guy, quite overwhelmed, but wanting to join into the spirit of things. (2/3) #wss366

After a long day, the knights went to a tavern for a round of ale.
"The land is #benighted by the actions of the mad king," said one.
"I was just beknighted last week!" said the new guy.
"No," said another. "You were just knighted! Benighted is like bedeviled." (1/4) #wss366

Today's Wandering Shop Stories prompt at Mastodon is #benighted. Join in and tag it with #wss366. Visit https://wandering.shop/@wss366 for more info.

Forest alighted on his back and called out, "Two degrees to starboard!"
"That's very funny, *senpai*," the bear said. "It's like me saying that you're owl-like in your stature and bearing."
"Why is that funny?" asked Forest.
"Because you don't even have hands." (3/3) #wss366

The bear almost jumped as Forest swooped by on silent wings, then turned and hovered for a moment.
"I'm headed to the workshop for dinner," the bear said.
"No," said Forest. "I mean, what's your *bearing*?"
The bear sighed. (2/3) #wss366

After a long day, the sun was going down at the Volpex Picnic Park. In the red light, the bear watched the last of the picnickers pack up and head out. Finally, he turned and started ambling back.
"Where are you going?" asked Forest in his ear. (1/3) #wss366

Setting northern course,
Needle fixed on frigid seas—
Hold #bearing steady.

🦀 ❄️

#WSS366 #DailyPrompt #Trawler #SeaPoem #PoetrySky #ThreeLines #MicroPoem #Maritime #PoetryCommunity #MicroWriting

Oval Office ceremony
foreign diplomats
bearing gifts

#wss366

halfway through demolition
maybe this was
a load-bearing wall

#wss366