Welcome to the Short Story Revolution! Writers, raise your pens.
Brainstoryum creates the wildest writing prompts using a game--and showcases *your* microfiction in response to these.
May the Socks of Destiny guide us into the strange & infinite depths of the imagination.โ๏ธ
Writers & imaginists! Your weekend is not weird enough without the Brainstoryum podcast.
* a surrealist word game that mixes YOUR word suggestions into prompts
* laughs & imagination-yoga as I brainstorm stories
* writing tips & publishing opportunities!
https://t.co/M1olOmZ8N1
@AnnaTizard Here you go.
The exhausted Mercenary
The sun rose pale and indifferent, scattering thin light across the rooftop gravel and broken glass. Below, the city lay guttedโtwisted girders, cratered streets, the blackened ribs of buildings reaching toward a smoke-veiled sky.
At the edge of the ruins a lone figure stirred amid the rubble. Clothed in the scars of a thousand battles, the exhausted mercenary moved carelessly out into the open. He wanted it to be over. Needed it to be over. The wars that had enriched him now carved him hollow. Today that emptiness would end.
A thin, tinkling tune drifted down from somewhere aboveโnotes from a music boxโdefiant, impossibly sweet. He stopped in the open street and turned his face toward the sound.
On the rooftop, a child wound the dented brass box one last time and set it carefully on the parapet, like an offering.
His mother settled behind a rusted air conditioning unit with a rifle across her knees. The mercenary looked up. For a moment neither moved. Then the man below lowered himself onto a slab of concrete, empty hands resting on his knees, and waited while the melody thinned in the cold air.
The motherโs finger brushed the outside of the trigger with gentle, familiar strokes. The box slowed, and the city offered only its silent witness.
-J.R. Larriba
#FairyTaleTuesday The Romans brought over the tradition of venerating water & making offerings to water spirits. Eventually these rituals became condensed, the deities perceived as the faerie guardians of wishing wells. (art Rene Cloke 1904-1995)
Oh wow, check this out!
Poet & storyteller Eric Montgomery (whose spooky stories have come up on Brainstoryum) has an anthology out! With a #Halloween theme it features 70+ works of original #poetry, flash #fiction & #art from 36 creative minds.
https://t.co/8meghpmaE0
...And another one! What do you make of this prompt?
The original is in fact the scintillating odontophobia dentist, i.e. a dentist who specialises in treating ppl w/ phobias.
Max 250 words. Best responses TBR on the next Brainstoryum show. Go to https://t.co/fNlZSa05Dd #vss365
๐ฆ๐ถ #MythologyMonday | SONG
In Welsh lore, the Birds of Rhiannon possess extraordinary voices, able to awaken the dead and lull the living to sleep.
In the Mabinogion, three birds sing to weary survivors at Harlech. Though far out at sea, their magical song sounds close at hand.
#WelshMythology #BirdsofRhiannon ๐ฆ
๐จArtist: Alan Lee
A bad shuffle cast the cards across the ink-dark night, ๐
The rivers traced the cavern walls and drank the fading light. ๐ฏ๏ธ
On crumpled pages, #boss of misdeals held court, ๐
The Folded Wyvern spread its wings, a sharp and creased retort. ๐
A hooded figure traced the ledgerโs spine, three heads aglow, ๐
Clockwork, neon, starlit sparks, where shadowed waters flow. ๐
โLetโs fold this back,โ he softly said; the shadows fell in line, ๐
The cards grew still, the cavern dimmed, as darkness closed its sign. ๐
The dragonโs wings were folded in; the river lost its gleam, ๐
The ledger shut upon the night, as if it sealed a dream. ๐ค
Yet one last glint of starlight slipped between the folds, ๐ซ
A spark the closing darkness missed, a tale the silence holds. โจ
Though dawn may find the scattered cards and greet the waking skies, โ ๏ธ
The hidden spark will turn the dark to gold before our eyes. ๐
#vss365 #FoxProse @FoxProse #CardinalSuits #Sonnet #poetry #couplet
After a breakup, Alex decides to find some normalcy again. While decorating for Christmas, a lost cat shows up on his porch.
He makes flyers and posts them around town and finds the cat is the missing pet of the local coffee shop owner...
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...And another one! What do you make of this prompt?
The original is in fact the scintillating odontophobia dentist, i.e. a dentist who specialises in treating ppl w/ phobias.
Max 250 words. Best responses TBR on the next Brainstoryum show. Go to https://t.co/fNlZSa05Dd #vss365
Writers & imaginists! Your weekend is not weird enough without the Brainstoryum podcast.
* a surrealist word game that mixes YOUR word suggestions into prompts
* laughs & imagination-yoga as I brainstorm stories
* writing tips & publishing opportunities!
https://t.co/M1olOmZ8N1
Righty-ho! It's time for a fresh new writing prompt.
I'll read out the best responses (max 250 words pls) on the next Brainstoryum show. Go to https://t.co/fNlZSa0DsL or comment here!
(Friday at the latest.) โ๏ธ๐
#vss365#Prompts
Writers & imaginists! Your weekend is not weird enough without the Brainstoryum podcast.
* a surrealist word game that mixes YOUR word suggestions into prompts
* laughs & imagination-yoga as I brainstorm stories
* writing tips & publishing opportunities!
https://t.co/M1olOmZ8N1
A remarkable and deeply moving photograph capturing the first two minutes of silence in London, 106 years ago on Tuesday 11th November 1919.
The first time a grieving nation held its collective breath.
Lest we forget.