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Extra Special Bitter<p>right-wing conspiracy<br>rowing the boat<br>with one oar<br><a href="https://indieauthors.social/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>wss366</span></a></p>
Extra Special Bitter<p>right of way<br>everyone in front of me<br>turning left<br><a href="https://indieauthors.social/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>wss366</span></a></p>
Steven D. Brewer 🏳️‍⚧️<p>"Oh, this is perfect!" she gushed, looking at Totemo wearing a tight blue cashmere sweater and short, frilly pink skirt with striped leggings. She touched the screen. The avatar did a pirouette and dance routine on the screen.<br>"I'm not sure that's quite <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/right" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>right</span></a> for me." Totemo cringed. (2/3) <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>wss366</span></a></p>
Steven D. Brewer 🏳️‍⚧️<p>Totemo and Sunny stood together in Dress Nouveau and looked at a floor-to-ceiling screen. Miss Dairy had persuaded Totemo, reluctantly, to go clothes shopping after work. She made her walk through the scanner and now she was selecting outfits to dress up her avatar on the screen. (1/3) <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>wss366</span></a></p>
Steven D. Brewer 🏳️‍⚧️<p>Totemo heard a noise and found that Lambda was sitting behind her watching the screen. Lambda's tongue lolled.<br>"No! Don't look!" she said, blushing.<br>Lambda ruffed.<br>"Really?"<br>She nudged Totemo with her muzzle.<br>"Oh, alright," she sighed.<br>Miss Dairy pumped her fist and said, "Yes!" (3/3) <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>wss366</span></a></p>
tobadzistsini<p>Kit was earnest, "The right seeks to abrogate all of our rights making some citizens wonder if the country can right itself and do the right thing"<br>"You do know you're preaching to the choir, <a href="https://bonequest.net/tags/right" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>right</span></a>?" After one hundred days, Sid was weary of talking politics.<br>"Who else do I have to talk to? Who'll listen to me vent and spit facts?"<br>Sid pointed to the right, "Buncha undecideds right around the corner."<br>With renewed purpose, Kit ran to engage them.<br><a href="https://bonequest.net/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>wss366</span></a></p>
Wandering Shop Stories<p>Today's Wandering Shop Stories <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/prompt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>prompt</span></a> is <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/right" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>right</span></a>. Feel like writing something short and sweet that has the word "right" in it? Check out the definitions of the word at: <a href="https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/right" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" translate="no" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://www.</span><span class="ellipsis">merriam-webster.com/dictionary</span><span class="invisible">/right</span></a> Join in and tag it with <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>wss366</span></a>! <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/writing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>writing</span></a> <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/WritingLife" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>WritingLife</span></a> <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>microfiction</span></a> h/t <span class="h-card" translate="no"><a href="https://indieauthors.social/@extraspecialbitter" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@<span>extraspecialbitter</span></a></span></p>
Philip Brewer<p>"Do you want to go on a quest?"</p><p>"I do!"</p><p>"All right! Let's start. Make a lunch, fill your water bottles, and grab your pack."</p><p>The boys hiked from home, to the small woods nearby, and then down the path.</p><p>"This is all kind of familiar. Isn't this the same quest we went on last week?"</p><p>"Yes. I admit it. This is a <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/request" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>request</span></a>."</p><p><a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>wss366</span></a></p>
Asakiyume<p>And here's the first of a three-parter from <span class="h-card" translate="no"><a href="https://bonequest.net/@tobadzistsini" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@<span>tobadzistsini</span></a></span> for today's <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>wss366</span></a> prompt word (request).</p><p>If you ever wondering about playing ABBA's "Dancing Queen" backward, this one is for you!</p><p><a href="https://bonequest.net/@tobadzistsini/114432375740126303" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" translate="no" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://</span><span class="ellipsis">bonequest.net/@tobadzistsini/1</span><span class="invisible">14432375740126303</span></a></p>
Asakiyume<p>The <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>wss366</span></a> prompt word today is "request." I've been boosting the one-shots, but some are multiple toots. Here's the first of a five parter from <span class="h-card" translate="no"><a href="https://wandering.shop/@stevendbrewer" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@<span>stevendbrewer</span></a></span>:</p><p><a href="https://wandering.shop/@stevendbrewer/114434867489451781" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" translate="no" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://</span><span class="ellipsis">wandering.shop/@stevendbrewer/</span><span class="invisible">114434867489451781</span></a></p>
Asakiyume<p>Logan was unwrapping individual Starburst candies for dessert art. The chewy candies went on a plate, the wrappers on the floor.</p><p>"How about you pick those up?" his mom suggested. </p><p>"Nah, I'm good."</p><p>His mom tried again. </p><p>"Will you *please* pick those up?"</p><p>"Is that a question?" Logan asked.</p><p>"It's a <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/request" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>request</span></a>!"</p><p>"Well, I respectfully decline," Logan said. (He was at that age.)</p><p>"Logan! Pick them up! It's an order!"</p><p>Slowly, with an air of persecution, Logan complied.</p><p><a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>wss366</span></a> <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>microfiction</span></a></p>
NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at Fedi<p><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>wss366</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/request" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>request</span></a></p><p>Tsugumi stepped into the dingy rent-by-the-day office, Matsumoto a step behind her.</p><p>“Why couldn’t the tako at least pick a yakitori?” Matsumoto was thinking.</p><p>“Damn right,” Tsugumi answered. “We could have gotten a drink.”</p><p>They were being very disrespectful to the man behind the rented desk, a minor flunky or bureaucrat.</p><p>“I see The Man couldn’t come himself,” Tsugumi said, addressing the flunky, without bothering to introduce herself. “I know, I know, plausible deniability. Just so you know, we charge more for secret clients, and we are bounty hunters, not assassins. You had a request for us?”</p><p>Indignation marbled the man’s face, but he held it in check. What could he expect from borderline criminals? Society’s decay was a result of people like them.</p><p>He pushed a folder across the desk. If they could be disrespectful, so could he.</p><p>“Yorokobu no Gakuryoku has sent some people into Kakuriyo.” He said. “It has something to do with their master plan. We want you to spoil their mission, killing as many of them as possible. The law has no hold there.”</p><p>“We charge more to go to Kakuriyo, and spiritual expenses will be exorbitant. You never know what you might meet,” Tsugumi said. “Funeral, spiritual, and medical expenses covered with no quibbling. Check our references; we don’t pad.” Then she named an astronomical figure for each kill.</p><p>The man’s eyes crimped angrily. “That is outrageous.”</p><p>“Secret employer, Kakuriyo, human not supernatural targets. That’s a lot of extras. Plus, we don’t like you. You want cheap? Request an assassin to do it on this side. Retainer for five kills upfront. No refunds. You haggle it’s six.”</p><p>“You don’t want this job, do you?” Matsumoto thought.</p><p>“Nope, not at all,” Tsugumi replied.</p><p>The man looked puzzled at the random comment but reached for a briefcase of money.</p><p>Money counted the two left.</p><p>“We’re eating good tonight,” Tsugumi said happily.</p><p><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>microfiction</span></a> h/t <span class="h-card" translate="no"><a href="https://indieauthors.social/@extraspecialbitter" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@<span>extraspecialbitter</span></a></span> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/KonbiniIdol" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>KonbiniIdol</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NMPrompts" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>NMPrompts</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NMV366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>NMV366</span></a></p>
Steven D. Brewer 🏳️‍⚧️<p>Totemo Isogashii finished her report and submitted it. Stretching after a long day, she headed home. As she walked through the office, she spied Mr. Rokunai approach Miss Dairy.<br>"I was reviewing your analysis, Miss Dairy," he said, staring at her ample bosom. "May I make a <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/request" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>request</span></a>?" (1/5) <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>wss366</span></a></p>
Extra Special Bitter<p>the sax player's&nbsp;frown<br>when someone requests<br>"Free Bird"<br><a href="https://indieauthors.social/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>wss366</span></a></p>
Extra Special Bitter<p>by request <br>a protest song <br>in an ancient tongue<br><a href="https://indieauthors.social/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>wss366</span></a></p>
tobadzistsini<p>The song looped.<br>In a hallway, he found Carl the engineer dead in a pool of blood. His wrists were slit. A bandana tied around his head to cover his eyes.<br>A cold, smoky wind rattled the cracked-open door to the station.<br>Outside, the afternoon sky was dark and no stars burned through fhe gloom, save for a blood red sun which now reigned over a broken Earth. Fires danced on distant hills.<br>Jim did the only sane thing.<br>Scream. 3/3<br><a href="https://bonequest.net/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>wss366</span></a></p>
tobadzistsini<p>Carts clattered as he queued the tune to play. Weird keening redolent of the '70s began to warble with eerie harmonies.<br>Jim shivered.<br>The board lit up like a Christmas tree as the request line filled. Co-workers ran past the studio window in a panic, drawing him out to investigate.<br>The office was now empty. Spilled soda cans, scattered papers, and knocked over chairs were everywhere as the queer request droned on. 2/x<br><a href="https://bonequest.net/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>wss366</span></a></p>
tobadzistsini<p>"WTBZ Niiinety six point three, rockin' the Jersey Shore outta Seaside Point. You're on the air, do you have a <a href="https://bonequest.net/tags/request" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>request</span></a>?"<br>After an eternity of silence stretched for two whole seconds there was a small, quiet voice. "Yes."<br>"Great," Jim rolled his eyes. "Hit me with a hit!"<br>Another pregnant pause.<br>"ABBA's Dancing Queen, but play it backwards" followed by a click.<br>"Ha ha, well okay." Jim hit the dump button, "Fucking weirdo." He inhaled, "The Jim Pressley Promise, I'll play anything!" 1/x<br><a href="https://bonequest.net/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>wss366</span></a></p>
Wandering Shop Stories<p>Today's Wandering Shop Stories <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/prompt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>prompt</span></a> is <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/request" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>request</span></a>. Feel like writing something short and sweet that has the word "request" in it? Check out the definitions of the word at: <a href="https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/request" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" translate="no" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://www.</span><span class="ellipsis">merriam-webster.com/dictionary</span><span class="invisible">/request</span></a> Join in and tag it with <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>wss366</span></a>! <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/writing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>writing</span></a> <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/WritingLife" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>WritingLife</span></a> <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>microfiction</span></a> h/t <span class="h-card" translate="no"><a href="https://indieauthors.social/@extraspecialbitter" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@<span>extraspecialbitter</span></a></span></p>
Asakiyume<p>Ephraim the Fool decided upon gambling as the way to raise the money he owed Cinder the Loan Shark. But Ephraim's face was an open book: the other gamblers knew at a glance if his hand was weak or strong and bet accordingly.</p><p>Ephraim was on the verge of losing everything, but by fool's luck, he won! More than enough to pay his debt. He scooped up the amount he owed, but left the rest on the <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/table" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>table</span></a>. The others called after him, but he shook his head. "This is all I need." </p><p><a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>wss366</span></a> <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>microfiction</span></a></p>
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