#sonorous telling tale with fantastical tropes story of our now #vss365 #haiku

Like little Bo Peep little #Caprice never hurt my heart in the sleeve #vss365 #haiku

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write million plus words #eventuality of learning increases #vss365 #haiku

whether a wether or a stud as bellwether illusive power #vss365 #haiku

bellwether by snip made docile, manageable wether leads the flock #vss365 #haiku

most charismatic likable and social apt bellwether or bait #vss365 #haiku

reinvigorate give new energy or strength means, you take a nap #vss365 #haiku

queries are many their expectations varied my word is perhaps #vss365 #haiku

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“Arek. I know you are not Sage but I think in this time it is necessary to show you this. This " #catastrophic… Just look.” Sage peeled off the cloth covering from the holy book and pointed at the big word on it. Arek looked at the screen and then the words, Shelter Six. #vss365

“Well, hurry up anyway. Where is this shelter you mentioned? We have to find it and clear it, that I understood. That #catastrophic failure is threatening it but where is it?” Arek said and Sage looked up from the pages and slowly closed the book. #vss365

“So something broke, this time badly? But what does the rising Carbonmono means? Should we climb up? Go down?” Arek said and Sage shook his head and said, “I am looking for the answer for the #Catastrophic failure still. You cannot hurry the readings.” #vss365

“Carbonmono? What it looks like?” Arek said and felt a headache coming. Sage started to turn the pages again slowly and said, “I know the word. It is in the App three inside the holy glossary. #Catastrophic means bad, very, very bad things.” #vss365

“In case of #Catastrophic failure, evacuate the shelter immediately. Carbonmono.. Will start to fill the bottom… inside the first hour and will rise approximately two levels per hour.” Sage Willard recited from the book, pausing where words turned into holes. #vss365

“ #Catastrophic failure on the life support system. What does that mean?” Arek said while the Sage Willard carefully turned the fragile pages of the holy book trying to find the right prayer and incantations to alleviate the demands of the spirit screens. #vss365

#Extrude words from mind through the mold of commercial most shaved off, left out #vss365 #haiku

standardized testing learn to the moment, forget #extruding knowledge #vss365 #haiku

When the #stocks rise high pillories for all comers tomatoes for sale #vss365 #haiku

Bard's little ditty my lyrical #synthesis avant tale of woe #vss365 #haiku

was watching the world I conspire against the world living by writing #vss365 #haiku

“Who you think you are to insult us, you…” A mercenary in a clean tabard said and stepped forward and Amos took quick steps forward and hit the man like a battering ram, sending him sprawling and in pain and Amos said, “Yup, #rein it in boys if you fold this easy.” #vss365

Amos tied the #reins to a post and took a swig from a flask and spat a mixture of blood, booze, and chew to the ground making few of the mercenaries avert their gaze as parts of it dribbled down his chin and on his chest. “Laugh curs, that is all you are good for.” #vss365

The other mercenaries by the gate laughed at the scene of a pudgy bald man pulling the #reins of a horse that shared its look with the owner. Round as a barrel, just few strands of mane on the top and making noises as if arguing with the man. #vss365

Amos held on the #reins and stared at the horse who did the same to him. It refused to move. Amos pulled out a carrot and held it outside of the reach of the horse but it just ignored it so Amos said, “Fecking Ass. I sell you to gluemaker for a coin.” #vss365

Everyone scatter search beam looks like a red lance the rein of rudolph #vss365 #haiku

“No. You can try to fool me but I know what you were at the start.” Cat said and now it was time for Amos to #flinch and he pulled back before the memories had time to form and said, “Bugger off with that shit, cat. Turn to something leaner than a house cat. #vss365

“I am Amos Thurg. Born in Leevestown, south of Fannul. Killed me first man at age of twelve and lost count by the fifteen. Fucked what I could and robbed what I could not, that is me, that.” Amos said and felt the cats mind #flinching under the images of his past. #vss365

The cat pawed the hand and Amos leaned down to press his head against the cats but the sudden movement made it #flinch again before accepting the touch and Amos heard the voice, “What are you really? You seem human but these changes are not human.” #vss365

Amos took a quick swig from a flask and rolled the booze in the mouth and spat the slightly bloody mixture to floor and forced a burb that made the cat #flinch and climb back to the table where it offered its head. Amos said, “Needy little bugger, ain’t you?” #vss365

Eikmar stared at the sleeping form of Trygve. He thought it would be better than having him sulk and mutter in the corner but he was #flinching in his sleep. Eikmar considered prodding him when it started but startling someone like him could be dangerous, fatal even. #vss365

Baring the corpus the looks, hearing opinions flinching from the words #vss365 #haiku

The cat kept staring him and shaking its head every so often as if not knowing what it saw. Amos pulled the paddings on and tied them. Amos was bald, fat, rednosed man with face full of pockmarks. He would never win any #style contests, but loved beer. #vss365

It took little time for Cutler to mask up. It was starting to feel peculiar when he was not masked and it troubled him at times. He would be Amos Gilles now, mercenary who drank like it was going out of #style but it made him fearless, not useless. That was Amos, alright. #vss365

The pieces would be painful on the long run so Cutler took a drink of alcohol as a medicine to both clean and numb the coming pain. “What say you catty? I sound like a #stylish southerner with a piece of hay between the lips, righty-o?” #vss365

Cutler opened the box and took out ivory pieces connected with thin wire and slowly pushed the wire between his teeth, locking the pieces and making his speech change as those pulled the mouth wider, he would talk with the #style normal for a southerner. #vss365

The cat shook his head and jumped down from the table and Cutler sighed. The obstinate traits were tiresome as for the cat, the changing of color was not even a chore, it was just fond of the #style of a ginger cat and the treats it got while acting like a doofus. #vss365

The cat pushed its head against his again and the voice said, “I heard a story that cats have nine lives. How many do you have?” Cutler did not answer as he did not know if he had even one anymore and said, “You have to change your #style too, cooks saw you.” #vss365

The next sound was probably a laughter but Cutler was not sure and said, “They will need more guards now and I will dress up in the #style of mercenaries and try to get hired. I have old mask, it needs some work but it belonged to a mercenary I met three years ago.” #vss365

The cat jumped on the table and swatted the nose few times and each time it wiggled for a moment. Cutler leaned forward and the cat pressed its forehead against his and Cutler heard the words, “What #style of a being will you be next?” Cutler said, “Bald and pox ridden.” #vss365

The thin blade slid upwards along the neck and then behind the ear where it poked through the mask. The cut allowed Cutler to tear away the mask of the knife sharpened while it remained repairable. The #style of mask was his own improvement over old ones. #vss365

analyse stories #Style, I have none, I steal it I recycle too #vss365 #haiku

Aspire as you will but the mill stones keep on grinding while Eikmar speaks the truth that everyone can accept, for now, while in the open. Speculative Noir tale of a Salattr in the High city of Spira. - Pittance Box #SpeculativeNoir #PittanceBox #IgorNamus

the high potential carries you further than low breakage also high #vss365 #haiku

Eikmar stood up and watched the entourage of Viscountess Tullia approach. He ignored the armed women and examined Tullia who looked #exhausted, like she was reading a letter from a dead man confessing his love and the uncertainty of how to feel wallowed inside her. #vss365

#exhausted of you lot bickering or badgering never just silent #vss365 #haiku

In poetry, enjambment is the continuation of a phrase or sentence from one line to the next without any punctuation. With enjambment, a thought continues seamlessly across lines, creating a sense of flow and continuity.

Ignored and overlooked teddy bear rejected for not #bearable to growl #vss365 #haiku