Happy Thanksgiving! May you have a plenteous and joyful day of gratitude! After the turkey coma, spend some time thinking about how grateful you are to have a whole world of imagination to escape into. There are some portals below if you find yourself so stultified you need a little help…
| Spider | Web | Fly |
| Padre | This new technology, based on cutting edge science is… [thump.] | nother Mike |
| Parrish Baker | The package arrived exactly one year after her disappearance, postmarked from a city that didn’t exist. | Becky Jones |
| Becky Jones | The air became colder and colder as they moved forward. | Parrish Baker |
| Leigh Kimmel | Just when you think you’re done, you realize there are still five more things to do. | Fiona Grey |
| AC Young | It was the first time that the reclusive creature had ever been captured on camera in the wild. | Padre |
| nother Mike | After the earthquake, we were surprised to see no evident damage… | AC Young |
| Fiona Grey | “What do you mean, the arena is filled with ‘relentless spiders’?” | Leigh Kimmel |
Didn’t send in a prompt? Need a little more nudging to send that creative brain into motion? There are always spares!
| Spare | He ate the whole turkey in a single gulp. |
| Spare | The angle of their landing was steeper than normal during descent, enough for noticeable g-forces |
| Spare | If only she were better at remembering names, then… |
| Spare | “Doc, am I gonna make it?” “Did your commander give you permission to die?” “Uh, no.” “I ain’t giving it either!” |
| Spare | Theft is the sincerest form of larceny. |
| Spare | The chain around his wrist was too tight to get off… |
Don’t forget to come back and share what you did with your prompt in the comments! See you next week…
More Odds Than Ends 
https://urnasemper.substack.com/p/the-air-became-colder-and-colder
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“Come into my parlour,” said the Spider to the Fly. “See what I made of this web.” https://acyoungauthor.substack.com/p/the-non-ruins-of-tabras-korse
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https://professorornery.substack.com/p/the-package
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oh, I want to turn the page and read the rest of the story! You can’t stop there! Oh,oh, more…
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[…] Prompt trade this week with Leigh Kimmel – check it out over at MOTE! […]
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Mine is now up on my LiveJournal at https://starshipcat.livejournal.com/1635491.html. It’s fun to see how it fits in the larger work.
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Padre wove such a web with…
This new technology, based on cutting edge science is… [thump.]
[ah! Out on the bleeding edge again! Hum… how do you spell guilotine? Oh, yeah, guillotine. Well, there’s a thought…]
The advertising was a bit strange on the cross-time wagon train. I mean, who wanted to watch a shiny guillotine blade whistle down, and the inevitable head in a basket result, all to the background of some announcer saying, “this new technology, based on cutting edge science, is…” and thump. There went the head. The;the voice-over resumed, “ Available for a short time at this low, low price. So call now, our operators are waiting!”.
Then someone reached over and whacked the screen. It flickered, and the conductor announced, “Sorry about that temporal glitch. We’ve been having trouble with the run past the French Revolution, for some reason, and their advertising keeps slipping past the baffles.”
[well, that’s kind of silly.]
The consumers testing lab seemed quiet, as everyone looked at the latest system submitted. It was supposedly new technology, based on cutting edge science. But it looked more like a simple paper cutter, or something along those lines. A flat panel marked with a grid to aid in cutting, then the blade with a handle to pull it across the center of the panel. Of course, the blade itself appeared to be a simple thread stretching across the space, and the company that sent it in indicated that it would cut anything. So…
First we tried the obvious things. A stack of paper? The blade sliced it into two piles, with. No effort. How about food? Well, a hot dog, a chicken leg, even a sandwich all cut easily into two parts.
We were starting to push odds and ends in, and wondering what exactly that thread was, when Joe managed to get his arm in the wrong place. And… thump.
Now his hand and part of his arm lay on one end of the platform, while he collapsed backwards, with a gush of blood.
There was a race to get a makeshift tournequitte around the stump, and the rush to get the ambulance folks in and out. We had to admit, that damn thread did seem to cut anything and everything we offered it.
Someone suggested trying a diamond, but no one knew where to get one we wouldn’t mind having sliced into two parts.
[hum, okay, but it doesn’t seem to have anywhere to go, particularly?]
[darn it, where did the time go? Oh, the new cutting degrees tech just chopped it off? Okay… and thump, let’s post!]
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