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"It's beautiful!" Brunhilde marveled at the cathedral-like space under the canopy.
She picked up the ball, but then saw a some oddly shaped things on the ground composed of hair and bones. Older ones had broken down, leaving little more than piles of skulls, femurs, and other bones. (2/3) #wss366

Brunhilde giggled as she chased the ball, but then it bounced past the briars at the edge of the forest. She stopped, not wanting to get her pretty dress caught on the thorns.
"Let me help," the bear said. He held the thorny bushes back and let her slip through to under the trees. (1/3) #wss366

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Bebe crept into the lounge.
"When Bebe is sad," she said, holding out her stuffed bear. "Bebe tells it to Bellotrix."
Tau looked up, ears laid back, but then he brought them forward. He let Bebe tuck Bellotrix between his paws. He laid his head down on the bear and closed his eyes. (3/3) #wss366

"What's up with him?" Sisi whispered. "Did you see his hackles?"
"Yeah," Tutu whispered back. "He's pretty cranky today."
"It's gotta be something with…" Mumu looked both ways then mouthed, "L-A-M-B-D-A."
"It's no surprise," Zaza said. "You remember who she works for."
They all nodded. (2/3) #wss366

Then she also stepped inside and removed her shoes.
Totemo unbuckled her belt, provoking a gasp from Miss Dairy. She proceeded to remove her sidearm, place it in the gun safe, and re-buckle her belt.
"What?" she asked.
"N-nothing," said Miss Dairy, blushing. (3/3) #wss366

Lambda slipped past them, hopped up on the sofa, and sprawled out, tongue lolling.
Miss Dairy stood in the doorway, breathing in the scent, and looking around.
Totemo's apartment was spare and utilitarian, the walls displaying a simple matte color.
"Ojama shimasu," Miss Dairy murmured. (2/3) #wss366

Miss Dairy shivered with anticipation as Totemo Isogashii opened the door. She had been wanting see her apartment since forever and now it was finally happening!
"Make yourself at home," Totemo said. She took off her shoes and put on slippers. (1/3) #wss366

"the girlfriend of one of the founders of antifa"

"Kriemhilt?" her mother said, with a note of alarm. "That little… Oh, alright. Alright! Get your shoes on."
Brunhilde skipped to the front door and permitted herself a small, secret smile as she buckled her shoes. (3/3) #wss366

Her mother sighed.
"I've just got so many things I was hoping to get done today."
Brunhilde turned away, defeated.
"I understand, Mother," she said. "Well… Kriemhilt was saying that she wanted to come over to play anyway." (2/3) #wss366

"Hey! Hey!" Brunhilde said, wearing her new princess dress. "Can we go to the Picnic Park today?"
"Again?" her mother said, exasperated. "Didn't we just go yesterday? And the day before?"
"Please?" Brunhilde said, wheedling. She shifted from foot to foot in her stocking feet. (1/3) #wss366

ankoraŭ vivi, post la aliaj mortis… sed ja por kio? / living on, after the others have died… but for what, exactly? #hajko #haiku #esperanto

I don't want to 'give it my all.' I'd rather give it my 51%.

#PennedPossibilities Have you ever written anything that falls within the genre of horror?

I've sold a short story to a horror anthology and have written two more stories about the same character. My son agrees that some horrifying things happen, but he rejects that these stories are actually horror. He said, "the general atmosphere and tone doesn't lead to a mounting sense of dread and unease, as the reader I didn't get any crawling skin or aspect of terror."

I'm calling them "dark fantasy."

Brunhilde had come upon him dozing, laid down against his chest, and also fallen asleep. Her nose twitched as an unruly #curl of hair tickled it. The bear reached down and, very carefully — with one massive claw — brushed back the curl of hair, without waking her. (2/2) #wss366

The Town of #Amherst on Sunday mornings is littered with trash and garbage when #UMassAmherst is in session. It's a challenge to walk a boxer dog with chicken bones scattered everywhere. Forrest would not be amused. #WesternMass

"*Angels' Wings*," crackled the speaker. "Clearance level Alpha. You are directed to berth 32."
"In the #pipe, five by five," responded Nene, acting as communications officer.
"They know who we are?" asked Zaza.
"It's easier to modify the truth than to construct a lie," Grumpy explained.
"As long as they have cake, Bebe doesn't mind." #wss366 from *The Better Angels and the Really Bad Idea*

#SundayLit "happiness" The opening from *Campshire!* an unpublished *Revin's Heart* novella.

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