Lake Lewisia #6

“Accelerated Weirdness,” the researcher intoned over their collected maps and samples and interviews. “The town moves away from its originating Normal Point at an exponential rate.” The lab assistant, just coming into his lovely new wings and itchy around the pin feathers, muttered, “Good riddance.”

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LL#6

Rare orientation prompts

Slightly belatedly, I'm signal boosting ysabetwordsmith's prompt call for the Poetry Fishbowl. The theme this month is rare orientations. I haven't prompted myself yet--I think I'm just spoiled for choice. I've particularly enjoyed her representations of ace-spectrum folk.

This is very much Ysabet's specialty, so if you'd like, say, some made-to-order queer storytelling, go play with her.