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Batty 4

20250413 Part 3 here. Index here. Sadly, before Caroline scrapes together an explanation the doorbell goes. “Oh!” She pushes the beast to one side, ignoring his indignant meow, and bounds up. “That must be the blood people!” Tsk. Typical. Two minutes ago their arrival would have been a relief; at

Repeated Exposure Principle

20250412 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com Advertising drones were commonplace these days. Alex only noticed this one because its banner was so bad; white background, green text in a bland font reading “We have what you need!”. No logo or business name. No phone number, or address, or even QR code.

Subject Is Restless, Stressed, And Begging For Neurotoxicant

20250411 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com Yvonne sighed. Cross-species communication was a struggle at the best of times, and while she and the Containment Officers were trying their best there was a roadblock. Specifically, it seemed Calkans didn’t experience boredom. Apparently when Calkans were being held they just… went to

The Sympathy Shrine

20250410 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com I thought it was just clutter the first time I visited her place. I mean, a stack of menus, paper coasters, and rumpled napkins? In most apartments it wouldn’t have stood out. And with it being the only messy space I was hardly going

A World Without Night

20250409 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com It would soon be Sha-noon. While a few people remained in the field, shrugging and pointing out it was the lesser noon, most folks retreated to the shade to nap. Gib made a show of staying, toiling alongside the hardy crowd for an increasingly agonising

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