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Leisure of the miiquils

Today on Twitter, I posted this “Promptly”: Since I’m trying to provide examples in the same breath, I wrote a brief response about my miiquil species (from the world of Portent)… and ended up thinking about it all day. (I blame one of my art & writing inspirations, whom I’ll call TVWT, for inspiring me to expand on this kind of public worldbuilding as a way of motivating myself to explore my world further!) Leisure…

Micro-magic

The roots of his teeth were magic. He could feel the storms in them, knew the names of the winds before they blew through his woods. Her fingernails were magic. They glimmered when a child lied in her presence. Their loom was magic. They wove stories into the blankets they made, stories whispered nightly in a sleeper’s ear to soothe or disturb. The tuft of hair that always fled her ponytail was magic. It pointed…

Overwrite

Weird fiction fragments spilling out of my notebook tonight… He’d given her the headset as a joke — well, at least she’d thought it was a joke when he’d done it. She’d laughed and agreed to maybe try it out, understand him a little better. She tried it on the guest profile first, assuming she wouldn’t care to save her place. But when she put it over her eyes, and the lights went down and…

Bonneville

I saw a video of a doggo on the internet today. Since there’s never been a doggo video on the internet before, I’ll wait here while you watch it. Anyway, I was struck by a very visceral memory of being exactly where those dogs are, on the Bonneville salt flats (where they test land speed records and film car commercials). I remembered the washed-out, dried-up grey earth that crumbled into footprints and smeared into dust.…

crows

crows laughing and bouncing and sharpening their beaks crows rustling their feathers lost in their own shadows crows in a jagged line on a telephone wire crows dipping in a rosy puddle crows gathered round the fallen crows streaming towards the sunset weighing down the boughs allopreening, lost in a private moment crows swooping in front of cars and stooping on the gas station roof and rooting through the trash crows foraging in trios, loosely…