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It's the same stuff, over and over.
"Was this the face that launched a thousand ships?" Diomedes found Helen in a corridor. He ordered guards to get her to the black ships, then turned away, clenching his fists until the knuckles turned white. "Ten years of blood," he thought, "but she is still worth it."
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November 21, 2025 at 11:41 PM
"Was this the face that launched a thousand ships?" Diomedes found Helen in a corridor. He ordered guards to get her to the black ships, then turned away, clenching his fists until the knuckles turned white. "Ten years of blood," he thought, "but she is still worth it."
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#Microfiction #aiart #vss
When I get up the dark still clings,
my skull a muffled bell, the acheing years.
The dog waits for food, tail ticking time.
I count the days I might still rise.
Yet, rise I do! Groaning, ringing, mortal,
because the kettle needs filling,
and the world won’t wait.
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my skull a muffled bell, the acheing years.
The dog waits for food, tail ticking time.
I count the days I might still rise.
Yet, rise I do! Groaning, ringing, mortal,
because the kettle needs filling,
and the world won’t wait.
#poetry #badpoetry #aiart
November 21, 2025 at 3:57 PM
When I get up the dark still clings,
my skull a muffled bell, the acheing years.
The dog waits for food, tail ticking time.
I count the days I might still rise.
Yet, rise I do! Groaning, ringing, mortal,
because the kettle needs filling,
and the world won’t wait.
#poetry #badpoetry #aiart
my skull a muffled bell, the acheing years.
The dog waits for food, tail ticking time.
I count the days I might still rise.
Yet, rise I do! Groaning, ringing, mortal,
because the kettle needs filling,
and the world won’t wait.
#poetry #badpoetry #aiart
A Grimm tale: Gretel reached for her pocket. Nothing on the linen dress from her new stepmother. No place for rocks or toys. Her real mother’s dress was gone. She walked with Daddy and Hansel into the woods, smiling, while her thumb searched for what was lost.
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November 20, 2025 at 3:28 PM
A Grimm tale: Gretel reached for her pocket. Nothing on the linen dress from her new stepmother. No place for rocks or toys. Her real mother’s dress was gone. She walked with Daddy and Hansel into the woods, smiling, while her thumb searched for what was lost.
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#Microfiction #aiart #vss
Aesop leaned in: “Inviting Stork had been Fox's therapist’s idea: ‘Make new friends!’ They sat at Fox’s, with rabbit stew. Stork leaned in, but the dishes were too shallow for her long, narrow beak. She politely excused herself. A chill crept in. Was the stew too bland?”
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November 17, 2025 at 9:12 PM
Aesop leaned in: “Inviting Stork had been Fox's therapist’s idea: ‘Make new friends!’ They sat at Fox’s, with rabbit stew. Stork leaned in, but the dishes were too shallow for her long, narrow beak. She politely excused herself. A chill crept in. Was the stew too bland?”
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#Microfiction #aiart #vss
Edward the bear was dragged down the stairs, upside-down, clutching his old honey pot. His head hitting the carpet was a drum leading to an absurd future he couldn't control. "Some days, the hardest thing isn't holding onto honey, but hope," he thought.
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November 16, 2025 at 2:02 PM
Edward the bear was dragged down the stairs, upside-down, clutching his old honey pot. His head hitting the carpet was a drum leading to an absurd future he couldn't control. "Some days, the hardest thing isn't holding onto honey, but hope," he thought.
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#Microfiction #aiart #vss #stoicism
A Grimm Tale: From the cupboard, Gretel watched the old woman feed Hansel. The gingerbread house seemed a dream when, lost, they stumbled on it. Gretel rattled the cookie door. Her cupboard wasn’t the only cage. They were prisoners of the desire for excess.
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#Microfiction #aiart #vss #stoicism
November 14, 2025 at 3:29 PM
A Grimm Tale: From the cupboard, Gretel watched the old woman feed Hansel. The gingerbread house seemed a dream when, lost, they stumbled on it. Gretel rattled the cookie door. Her cupboard wasn’t the only cage. They were prisoners of the desire for excess.
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#Microfiction #aiart #vss #stoicism
Aesop leaned in: “The fox tapped the vine’s stem. Sometimes, that was enough to bring down a cascade of grapes. Today, they swayed just out of reach, their skins straining to hold their juice. He sniffed. Sweet but with a sour edge, like laughter behind his back.”
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November 13, 2025 at 5:20 PM
Aesop leaned in: “The fox tapped the vine’s stem. Sometimes, that was enough to bring down a cascade of grapes. Today, they swayed just out of reach, their skins straining to hold their juice. He sniffed. Sweet but with a sour edge, like laughter behind his back.”
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#Microfiction #aiart #vss
Circle of life and all that. Dead salmon in Williams Creek, Langley, British Columbia. #metrovancouver #salmon #photography
November 11, 2025 at 10:04 PM
Circle of life and all that. Dead salmon in Williams Creek, Langley, British Columbia. #metrovancouver #salmon #photography
Zarathustra stood on the steps: "When I came from the dust of books, yes, romantic fiction, I came into the crowds, blinking and cringing. The camel must become the lion! Oh, you small people, you name your mediocrity Virtue. Look! Break the tablets! Be hard! Laugh!"
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November 11, 2025 at 4:08 PM
Zarathustra stood on the steps: "When I came from the dust of books, yes, romantic fiction, I came into the crowds, blinking and cringing. The camel must become the lion! Oh, you small people, you name your mediocrity Virtue. Look! Break the tablets! Be hard! Laugh!"
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#Microfiction #aiart #vss
Aesop leaned in: The Hare woke, startled. Unease gripped him. The race! He shot up. He had planned to saunter across the finish line, nonchalant, yawning, but dread was curdling his stomach. Was that the Tortoise ahead? He had overslept. Shame burned his ears.
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November 10, 2025 at 4:01 PM
Aesop leaned in: The Hare woke, startled. Unease gripped him. The race! He shot up. He had planned to saunter across the finish line, nonchalant, yawning, but dread was curdling his stomach. Was that the Tortoise ahead? He had overslept. Shame burned his ears.
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#Microfiction #aiart #vss #promptshare
The wind and rain drop the last gold leaves.
Should I sing? Am I Whitman?
No, the world is indifferent and unrelenting.
The bare branches show the truth:
another year gone.
I have one less season left to see.
#poetry #PoetryWriting #Autumn
Should I sing? Am I Whitman?
No, the world is indifferent and unrelenting.
The bare branches show the truth:
another year gone.
I have one less season left to see.
#poetry #PoetryWriting #Autumn
November 9, 2025 at 6:35 PM
The wind and rain drop the last gold leaves.
Should I sing? Am I Whitman?
No, the world is indifferent and unrelenting.
The bare branches show the truth:
another year gone.
I have one less season left to see.
#poetry #PoetryWriting #Autumn
Should I sing? Am I Whitman?
No, the world is indifferent and unrelenting.
The bare branches show the truth:
another year gone.
I have one less season left to see.
#poetry #PoetryWriting #Autumn
"Was this the face that launched a thousand ships?" Ajax the Lesser stepped on a corpse, and grinned as Helen passed by with her guards. He had leapt from the Wooden Horse and cut through anyone in his way. Cassandra might be in the temple, but he'd take what he wanted.
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November 9, 2025 at 6:16 PM
"Was this the face that launched a thousand ships?" Ajax the Lesser stepped on a corpse, and grinned as Helen passed by with her guards. He had leapt from the Wooden Horse and cut through anyone in his way. Cassandra might be in the temple, but he'd take what he wanted.
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#Microfiction #aiart #vss
"Was this the face that launched a thousand ships?" Neoptolemus wiped blood from his blade and watched Helen. He felt a stirring beneath the rage that had killed Priam and flung a child from the walls. He felt Achilles' absence and knew that wound would never close.
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November 8, 2025 at 2:57 PM
"Was this the face that launched a thousand ships?" Neoptolemus wiped blood from his blade and watched Helen. He felt a stirring beneath the rage that had killed Priam and flung a child from the walls. He felt Achilles' absence and knew that wound would never close.
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#Microfiction #aiart #vss
He put down the teacup, carefully, wary of the tremors in his hand. The photo seemed blurred, like his memories. What was the dog's name? "Dog." Its name was "Dog." Who will recall this moment? He sighed. Everything passes. Whatever happened to Dog?
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#Microfiction #photo #blackandwhite #vss
November 7, 2025 at 3:31 PM
He put down the teacup, carefully, wary of the tremors in his hand. The photo seemed blurred, like his memories. What was the dog's name? "Dog." Its name was "Dog." Who will recall this moment? He sighed. Everything passes. Whatever happened to Dog?
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#Microfiction #photo #blackandwhite #vss
The contest: Tortoise selected a sunny patch and planted carefully. Then he sat down to rest and relax a bit. The watering can sat quietly by the fence, untouched. “Tomorrow,” he murmured, sipping a lemonade, “or the day after.”
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November 6, 2025 at 1:38 PM
The contest: Tortoise selected a sunny patch and planted carefully. Then he sat down to rest and relax a bit. The watering can sat quietly by the fence, untouched. “Tomorrow,” he murmured, sipping a lemonade, “or the day after.”
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#microfiction #aiart #vss
The contest: Toad consulted his almanac, but because he couldn’t read he held it upside down. He planted with gusto, sowing seeds across frostbitten furrows. “Winter roots are the sturdiest,” he said, and pulled his scarf closer.
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November 6, 2025 at 1:37 PM
The contest: Toad consulted his almanac, but because he couldn’t read he held it upside down. He planted with gusto, sowing seeds across frostbitten furrows. “Winter roots are the sturdiest,” he said, and pulled his scarf closer.
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#microfiction #aiart #vss
The contest: Hare rose early, eager to get going. He scattered fertilizer like confetti: a bit here, a bit there, a generous heap everywhere. By noon, the soil steamed and bubbled like soup. “Growth,” said Hare, “needs to be encouraged.”
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November 6, 2025 at 4:52 AM
The contest: Hare rose early, eager to get going. He scattered fertilizer like confetti: a bit here, a bit there, a generous heap everywhere. By noon, the soil steamed and bubbled like soup. “Growth,” said Hare, “needs to be encouraged.”
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#microfiction #aiart #vss
The contest: The hare proposed it over coffee. “To see who grows the largest vegetable,” he said and twitched his whiskers. Toad croaked, Tortoise blinked. Three friends, one field, and a very fine idea.
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November 5, 2025 at 1:04 PM
The contest: The hare proposed it over coffee. “To see who grows the largest vegetable,” he said and twitched his whiskers. Toad croaked, Tortoise blinked. Three friends, one field, and a very fine idea.
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#Microfiction #aiart #vss
Aesop leaned in: A parched crow staggered to a jug. It had water, but it was too low to reach. Frustrated and angry, she grabbed a clawful of pebbles. Cursing her luck and the arid land, she threw them in. About to fly away, she noticed the water was nearly within reach.
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November 4, 2025 at 3:49 PM
"Was this the face that launched a thousand ships?" Aeneas ducked to hide, his father groaning on his back. Helen passed by under guard. The stench of gore was clung to them all. His son grabbed his tunic. He felt no hatred, only the pressing need to save what he could.
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November 2, 2025 at 9:30 PM
"Was this the face that launched a thousand ships?" Aeneas ducked to hide, his father groaning on his back. Helen passed by under guard. The stench of gore was clung to them all. His son grabbed his tunic. He felt no hatred, only the pressing need to save what he could.
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#Microfiction #aiart #vss
Piglet was hurt. Edward the bear didn’t want to share a gift for Donkey. The balloon would have to do. It was all he had left from his own party, although it was now sagging a little. Perhaps Donkey wouldn’t mind or notice Piglet’s own deflating feelings.
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November 2, 2025 at 4:28 PM
Piglet was hurt. Edward the bear didn’t want to share a gift for Donkey. The balloon would have to do. It was all he had left from his own party, although it was now sagging a little. Perhaps Donkey wouldn’t mind or notice Piglet’s own deflating feelings.
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#Microfiction #aiart #vss
"Was this the face that launched a thousand ships?" Antenor stood next to his house as Helen walked to the black ships. His house was spared but filled with grief of sons lost to war. He shook his head. He had wanted her returned, but being right brought no satisfaction.
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November 1, 2025 at 4:58 PM
"Was this the face that launched a thousand ships?" Antenor stood next to his house as Helen walked to the black ships. His house was spared but filled with grief of sons lost to war. He shook his head. He had wanted her returned, but being right brought no satisfaction.
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#Microfiction #aiart #vss
Edward the bear sighed and put down the phone. Rain drummed against the window. He leaned back, eyes closed, sinking in the sodden gloom of a day squandered scrolling through outrage and trivia. He felt the pangs of regret. He should have gone to visit Piglet.
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November 1, 2025 at 2:35 PM
Edward the bear sighed and put down the phone. Rain drummed against the window. He leaned back, eyes closed, sinking in the sodden gloom of a day squandered scrolling through outrage and trivia. He felt the pangs of regret. He should have gone to visit Piglet.
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#Microfiction #aiart #vss
The morgenblitz begins to blutz,
The klattergeist prepares the flutz.
But pause we must, in grummelcue,
A schnoffelpot of morning brew.
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The klattergeist prepares the flutz.
But pause we must, in grummelcue,
A schnoffelpot of morning brew.
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October 31, 2025 at 2:46 PM
The morgenblitz begins to blutz,
The klattergeist prepares the flutz.
But pause we must, in grummelcue,
A schnoffelpot of morning brew.
#nonsensepoetry #coffee #aiart
The klattergeist prepares the flutz.
But pause we must, in grummelcue,
A schnoffelpot of morning brew.
#nonsensepoetry #coffee #aiart
"Was this the face that launched a thousand ships?" Helenus watched Helen board Menelaus' ship. Still beautiful. He sighed. An eagle dove, then righted, wings wide over ships laden with Troy's spoils. He was a captive, the worst one: he'd told them how to burn his home.
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October 23, 2025 at 2:18 PM
"Was this the face that launched a thousand ships?" Helenus watched Helen board Menelaus' ship. Still beautiful. He sighed. An eagle dove, then righted, wings wide over ships laden with Troy's spoils. He was a captive, the worst one: he'd told them how to burn his home.
#Microfiction #aiart #vss
#Microfiction #aiart #vss