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Saving the Cult (if not the World), Chapter Twenty-Four

"Lina.  Lina, if you want a shower before you save the world, you should get up now.  Did you know your mother's power includes a back room to a tent with a full bath?"

; it's -

ROAR! happy juliom! #JuLion2020



"I still think it would look good on you when you were standing up in the Wizagamoot."

__"It doesn't even cover the stomach!"__


the road itself dyed in rainbows, they mounted their cars.

The band's stage lit up. The Fury Road screamed /pride/. 

Nux, too, shouted to the skies. He thought about /queer/ and the way Needle's lips had tasted, painted not black but red & blue with fresh berry juice, the way Capable felt against him, the way life seemed to shine again.

/Pride/, he screamed. He was beginning to understand what Pride was for, what life was for, what colors were for.


~Gay & Lesbian & Bisexual & Pansexual and queer. Nux found that "queer" was his favorite, the word that fit like the fury road had fit.

They pulled scraps of fabric from wherever they could find them; the Vuvalini showed them how to make dyes from what plants, what stones, they had. And rust.  They had a lot of rust. It made a paint like blood; Nux liked that one that most. Draped in rainbows, painted in rainbows (their chrome not forgotten but mindfully set aside), ~


In Nux's lifetime, there had never been pride, had never been rainbows,  never even been the word gay.

None of that had mattered when Immortan Joe was in charge, because Immortan Joe had wives and the War Boys - the War Boys had living to die, to ride eternal, shiny and chrome, in Valhalla.

But now...

It hadn't been Max but the Vuvalini who introduced terms that the War Boys had never heard - that nobody left in the Citadel save maybe one of the oldest had ever known.

I'm used to doing a little wiki-research when I'm but seriously I've opened more tabs for this 2-toot fiction than for anything else all of last month.

Polls have two options: either mark only one, or mark more than one.

How about "mark only two" or "mark only three", or "mark n options" (you specify n)?

She saw on TV that ghosts made things cold, and she’d always had chilly feet at night.

So she found a stone with a hole through the middle and she waited under the covers until the chill made her toes curl.

Gently, she sat up, closing one eye and holding the stone up to the other.

Shimmering and thin as a beam of moonlight, the cat stretched and resettled on her feet.

She smiled and went back to bed, careful not to kick.

She’d always wanted a cat.

#microfiction #TootFic

‘It’s just a pigeon,’ said the girl. ‘Let it die.’

The boy lifted it with gentle hands. It was too weak to struggle. He could feel its heartbeat against his fingertips. ‘It just needs help, that’s all.’

He nursed it day and night. Warmed it by a lamp, cleaned its wounds. Fed it from his hand. Every day it grew stronger. And larger.

After a week, it was the size of a cat. A month, a dog. It gazed at him with adoring eyes. And one day, it would carry him into the sky.

#microfiction #TootFic

A mummified warrior sat at the back of the remote cave, cradling the legendary Sword of Power.
I took it.
'hold me' a voice said, 'and any order you give will be obeyed'
I grinned, then paused.
"Did they hide here to die?"
'you will know all effects of your orders'
#MicroFiction #TootFic #SmallStories

The plantlings stretched and sang as rain splashed from their leaves. They wriggled their roots, drinking with greedy joy.

The plant mage snapped her spellbook shut. 'Better?'

One plantling shivered in assent, the petals of its many buds furling and unfurling.

Another swayed its tree-like boughs with a satisfied oaken groan.

'Good! I'd better go inside --'

Disappointed sighs echoed through the garden.

She smiled. 'Well. I suppose a little rain is good for me, too.'

#microfiction #TootFic

The Selkie knew too many stories of deceitful men. This one, pleasant as he was, clearly hid something.
"I must go," she said.
He let her.
But he howled when he saw her change: "Come tomorrow!"
When she did, under the full moon, a huge labrador jumped into the sea to greet her.
#MicroFiction #TootFic #SmallStories

"A squirrel has been at the bird feeder again."

"Darn," I sighed heavily, "I guess I'll refill it."

The moment I was no longer observed, I whistled.

I turned towards the fluttering of wings and wagged my finger at it.

"You're not supposed to break into the bird feeder."

The tiny griffon squawked and puffed defiantly.

"Yes I know you're a growing bird. I'll bring you extra feed."

It stomped a paw.

"And some cheddar popcorn, yes."

#TootFic #MicroFiction #Writing #TerylsTales #UrbanFantasy

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