Tyn Shenton
@tynshenton.bsky.social
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A doe-eyed fool, madly in love with words. A love, so far, unrequited.
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I tried to be a #libertine, just for a day. Cake for breakfast and sweet jams for lunch, by dinner my teeth clacked with the stickiness of sugar.

That evening I tried to backflip onto a bed of naked people. I soon realised my mistake when the gurgle of opulence left my belly the hard way.
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When the giant died, we made a pyre a thousand feet tall. It turned the sky into dancing reds every night for a month. When it burned out, the rain swept his #ash through our streams and into our fields. Our harvests were full for a generation. His dry bones still watch over us to this day.
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This world #clashes horribly with the next. Not knowing what's to come, but steadily trickling into it, one lost body function at a time. And that's if you're lucky. It doesn't matter how it comes, there will always be hurt left behind, and broken people trying to find a way to live with it.
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We trained the giant to #associate work with reward. A herd of horses to chew on if he could dam a river in a day. Seventeen kegs of rum for clearing the forest.

The harvest the crops failed, he wiped away our village with a lazy arm wave.

We didn’t realise he was training us to feed him.
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I saw an #advert for a time travel companion, so I thought I'd give it a try. I dialled the number, there was no answer, just a "Thank you for your interview last Wednesday, we will be in touch." When I got home a card was waiting for me on the mat congratulating me on my years of service.
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#Elastic skin was a beautiful invention. Soon we were all walking around with faces that looked twenty one. I poked at my face in the mirror and laughed as little red mark blushed away to nothing. For a moment I could tell myself that the thing growing on the inside simply couldn't be there.
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Sometimes music is music, sometimes it is dancing and laughter, or pain and tears. We all have our own beat to move to, but we move best when sharing that beat with someone else. Some of my favourite times have been lost in a crowd of bodies, singing along to #Pulp, out of tune and smiling.
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Good morning poets/writers/authors, it's day 3 of our magical musical mystery tour.

It's another giant of Britpop, we're sorted for E's and Whizz because today's #vss365 #prompt, 03/10/25 is #pulp. Happy writing 🎶✍️🎶✍️

Also tell me about your favourite song of all time in the comments.
a man is behind bars in a store and says `` are you sure ? ''
ALT: a man is behind bars in a store and says `` are you sure ? ''
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Excellent choice of prompt theme :)
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The giant grew bored of the little people, squabbling between his toes, so he strode off over the horizon to see what he could find. He hopped mountains. He waded seas. In the desert, he bent over to suck water from an
#oasis. Then finally slept forever, letting himself be taken by the sand.
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The fairies line the treeline, poking out noses as I pass. I mistake them for dancing fireflies, that is a mistake. I find the perfect tree and raise my axe. It is over in a #blur, my arms and legs gnawed bone deep. They laugh as they leave me, a warning to others who may spoil their forest.
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Oh, what to do?

Listen to the people who have spent their entire life studying the facts and researching what is known to be true and what is not?

Or do I listen to the 30 second video of the angry man assuring me the solution is simple and YOU can't trust THEM?

It's quite the #conundrum.
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Dad was a magician, but he never pulled rabbits from hats. He made everything that was wrong feel okay, without needing to use magic words. Even his death was a sleight of hand; #sublimating from being here to being gone without a sound. I wish he'd perform one more trick and make this okay.
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There was a doorway in a tree, its #escutcheon glowed as he neared. The fairies giggled. They had promised him a glimpse of his future, he only need push his eye against the keyhole and look

It was beautiful, until it was not

His eyelids smoked as they seared. The fairies cackled with joy
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When I got to the after place, I presented all my life for #scrutiny. I expected weighing scales and feathers, or wings and white robes. Instead, there was a bored child who looked older than time. He glanced over everything I had been, then nodded towards two doors that both looked the same
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I swapped voices with a giant. For a day, he squeaked his roars into the clouds where they were lost behind squabbling birds.

Way down here, I boomed with #sonorous threat at all the bigger people. They giggled at the sight.

When me and the giant swapped voices back, we were both relieved.
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The giants stare each other down. We watch from their toes, one misplaced foot and we are gone. But we don't act like we're subject to the whim of their #caprice. We shout at them, and each other, sure this giant will be the first to listen. We must sound as loud as butterflies in the wind.
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There are many roads. We're driving faster every day, beeping our horns and bumping up against the car in front. Some roads twist over us. Some under. Some have no cars at all. But they all end in a single, cold dot on the horizon. As we race to that #eventuality, we get angrier every day.
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If you come to our village late one night, you might find our secret. Listen for the #bellwether as the shepard guides his flock down the hill, watch him guide them between this place and the next.

But don't stare

Because there is always room for one more. Who knew dead sheep still bleat?
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I was walking through a forest when I happened on a pond. Golden sun made its surface sparkle. Odd, it was raining a moment ago. I splashed water on my face and for a second, I felt #reinvigorated. The brids chirped as my skin's wrinkles melted away, then giggled as I youthed away to nothing
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#Perhaps tomorrow things will be better, if I close my curtains and lay on my sofa, churn-watching crafting shows on YouTube and eating beige freezer food. But the people being loud and cruel are getting louder and crueller. I want to fix the world, and live quietly in it. Is that possible?
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I try to have a minor #catastrophe about once a week, it keeps me on my toes. Because, how do you even know you are here and human if you don't spend thirty minutes staring into the mirror, questioning your existence, after whispering "I love you" at the end of an important work phone call?
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He presses down lightly on top of the cake. The cream folds out and down the sides, a thick #extrusion of reward for a hard day, week and year. He picks the good cup for the tea, the one that tastes just right, then he curls up on the sofa. Life is hard but cake is good. We go again tomorrow
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Sunday dinners, for us, were eaten in front of the TV from trays on laps. Gardening shows for Dad, in a house with no garden. Antique shows for Mum - "Ooh, I think we used to have one of those." Yorkshire puddings from the freezer and gravy made from #stock cubes in a plastic measuring jug.
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It was easy to achieve #synthesis in plants. Take any two that are similar, slit their stem at the throat, then graft them back together. Just like that, a potatomato is yours.

I tried it with humans.

The procedure went fine, but there was so much hate it tore itself in two at the stitches
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