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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.

In case anyone missed it… https://wandering.shop/@stevendbrewer/115306608631971503

Someone rang a #triangle in the other room. Tama sprang to her feet and ran toward the sound.
"I hope that's lunch!" Totemo said.
They arrived in the kitchen where 3 bowls were set on the floor. Tama was already eating out of one.
Lambda took the second.
Totemo considered her options. (3/3) #wss366

Lambda had persuaded Totemo to sign up for a day-long cat-guided rest day. Their facilitator was Tama, a fluffy, white cat with blue eyes.
After going out at dawn to hunt voles, they had spent hours just laying in the sun, moving periodically as the light moved across the floor.
(2/3) #wss366

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Totemo said. She and Lambda were laying on the floor in a sunbeam.
Lamba lay on her back with her muppies splayed out. She wuffed, softly.
"I can't relax," Totemo said. "I've got so much to do and, instead, I'm just laying around here." (1/3) #wss366

The ball sailed up into the air. Brunhilde raised up her arms to catch it, shrieking with delight. But then Forrest swooped down, snatched the ball, and flew off into the forest with it. They watched as he vanished among the treetops.
"I'll replicate another ball," the bear said. (3/3) #wss366

"What do you like to play?" asked the bear.
"Four #square."
"We can probably do that."
Brunhilde looked up, eyes shining.
"Let's go replicate a ball," the bear said.
She waited outside the Workshop and he emerged a few moments later with a large ball. He bounced the ball to her. (2/3) #wss366