Steve Shilstone

11:50 am · January 19, 2022

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11:48 am · January 18, 2022

a sea bass wearing a straw hat and strolling on the beach. The bass paused, doffed his hat. The lovely pink posed and preened. Snaff! The bass chewed thoughtfully. ‘Yes, lovely,’ he said aloud before dashing back into the sea and being consumed by a gelatinous giant squid.

11:48 am · January 18, 2022

THE PINK #FairyTaleTuesday #dada Upon a once time there dwelt in a queendom by the sea the loveliest of pinks. And she knew it, petals posed just so. ‘Am I not lovely?’ she called to ptarmigans and flying whales cruising by in the sky. She offered her high opinion of herself to

11:55 am · January 17, 2022

fled behind the moon, self banishing herself for certain trespasses she had undertaken while giddy. At this point in the story, the men in white coats came and took the storyteller away. There were quite a few sighs of relief in the neighborhood, I can tell you.

11:55 am · January 17, 2022

and he entered a contest to name the barn. “She’s not here,” replied the turkey, knitting a cardigan. “Fair enough,” said Al, retreating to Moscow. Salvation Sal grinned a happy smile of regret, for she had finished the last square. Humming a Mayan tune, she rose into the sky

11:55 am · January 17, 2022

A STORY TOO FAR #flashfiction Salvation Sal divided the chocolate bar into 8 squares. Burrowed deep in straw with her turkey, she consumed the squares slowly. Outside, the rain beat a merry tune on the upturned visage of Salvation Al, Sal’s twin. “Where be ye, Sal?” called Al,

4:36 pm · January 16, 2022

5 of 5 stars to U is for Undertow by Sue Grafton goodreads.com/review/show/44…

11:38 am · January 16, 2022

SUPERHERO #dada Accompanied by Rondo, the dragonfly, Atomic Leaf and his sidekick Leaflet soar through the sky in response to a distress signal from Secret Island, headquarters of LUMPS, Leaf United Military Protection Society. pic.twitter.com/aZeTdpfL4c

11:37 am · January 15, 2022

RANT #dada #mood YOU TOAD BENDING MUD FARMER! YOU BARD OF SHEEP! YOU SKY MIXED PLUME BARTERER! TOFFLER! BOKE! UNGUENT SIPPING MINOTAUR! YOU RANCID MUMBLER! YOU ORT! YOU FULL BODIED BILE FLINGER! FA UPON THEE! TWICE!!

11:37 am · January 14, 2022

do? You ask. I reply. She tamed a wild beast under the sky. What beast? Why beast? You ask. I reply. What beast? Why beast? Of course, it was I.

11:37 am · January 14, 2022

her bloodstained tooth sharpening files. Don’t believe for a second I have one regret. For you see, when I’m aided, I never forget. Penelope did me the greatest of boons one night by the light of the brightest of moons. Oh, what did she

11:37 am · January 14, 2022

VISITING PENELOPE #poem #macabre Whenever I visit Penelope on the bank of the stream where she lives ‘neath a tree I bring an assortment of her favorite treats like mud sludge and pond scum and rotten black beets. For this I’m rewarded with one of her smiles and one of

1:48 pm · January 13, 2022

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11:38 am · January 13, 2022

SHADOW OF A GIANT FALLING FROM THE SKY #photography pic.twitter.com/KS89GVVHqQ

11:43 am · January 12, 2022

found nothing of note. Plenty of contraband, though, and a buried and still functioning dairy. This I swear, Clem Bitterbat

11:43 am · January 12, 2022

division surrounded their compound. Urged to issue forth and reach for the sky, the Bitterbats complied, though not without some giggling. Later, a team of minions swept the grounds and

11:43 am · January 12, 2022

THE BITTERBAT CONUNDRUM #dada The Bitterbat household was all atizzy. Clem Bitterbat, the criminally insane patriarch, had escaped the parlor. Sending out feelers collected from butterflies to all authorities, the Bitterbat household was taken aback when an armored division

12:42 am · January 12, 2022

3 of 5 stars to The Mystery of Mrs. Christie by Marie Benedict goodreads.com/review/show/44…

Underneath?’ Septimus paused, leaned on his staff, regarded the young girl with his glittering eyes. He smiled a strange smile, a smile of bliss, and said, ‘I have been there. It is wonderful. Wonderful.’ Then he walked on.

Sometimes villagers asked him questions or made requests, for they believed him to be touched with magic. Made bold by curiosity, one day a young girl seated on a gate by a meadow as Septimus passed by asked, ‘Sun Chaser, have you really visited the sun’s golden palace

60 years had passed, Simple Septimus had become Septimus, the Sun Chaser. His long tangled white beard he wore in a braid thrown over his shoulder. His clothes were tattered, his feet bare. His eyes glittered strangely. Wolves brought him food, as did bears and villagers.

Pleased, he rushed up the mountain, resting only occasionally when he fell exhausted. At the top of the mountain, he paused and rubbed his chin. I’ll need a boat, he thought, watching the sun sink at the far edge of a vast ocean he had never dreamed possible. By the time

way over there on the other side of the world from the mountain. Ah, he thought, the sun leaves its palace to start the day over there, but enters the palace over here at the end of the day. I’ll get to the door over the peak before the sun does. I’ve got a good head start.

he marched from the stables to the manor gate and out across the valley toward the mountain. When the sun dove behind the peak, Septimus had merely reached the foothills. He dug a trench and slept in it. He sat up puzzled in the morning, for there was the sun climbing up the sky

refreshment. Now get back to work,’ said the master. I would like to see that palace, thought Septimus. The door to Underneath must be over the mountain there where the sun goes down. Without another thought, for more than a single thought was rarely entertained by Septimus, he

THE SUN CHASER #FairyTaleTuesday One day a long time ago Simple Septimus, the stable boy, asked his master, ‘What is the sun?’ ‘A great ball of fire,’ replied the master. ‘Where does it go at night?’ said Septimus. ‘Underneath to its golden palace where it rests and takes pic.twitter.com/C7fJdWN0QU

11:43 am · January 10, 2022

missile to appear at the barbed wire entrance into the lane. When it hove into view, the Entourage bowed their heads as one, eyes shut tight. The missile rumbled in quiver before erupting on a shaft of flame into the sky and gone. The Entourage leaked in slow dispersal like syrup

11:43 am · January 10, 2022

PEACE FEELER #dada The Guided Missile Entourage arrived. They glided along the lane, filtering off one at a time into the huts. On emerging, they flashed the designated signal that all was well, a nod with a finger to the nose. They stood at attention, waiting for the guided

12:15 am · January 10, 2022

4 of 5 stars to Cane by Jean Toomer goodreads.com/review/show/44…