"We wish to speak with your seventh son."
"I only have six sons."
"Impossible! Are you not, yourself, a seventh son?"
"I am."
"But you have only six offspring?"
"No, Merle, my daughter-"
"Dad," Merle said, "they speak truth. I... I haven't told you, but... I am your seventh son."
#MicroFiction #TootFic #SmallStories #TypoCorrected
"May I kiss you?" the android asked.
"Can't you tell?"
"I can analyse your expression, your breathing, temperature and more, and conclude you want me to."
"There you go."
"But that is me telling me you want me to. I need to hear you tell me you want me to."
"Kiss me!"
They did.
#MicroFiction #TootFic #SmallStories
#Art
they never suspected the non verbal autistic woman was the giant plant creature leaving oil CEOs strung up on ivy vines.
Poison ivy redesign.
every so once in every five years i kind of drop drawing for a bit and go focus on some other thing and i think this might be one of those times
though going down the path that i've just gone down, i don't think i'll actually stop hahaha
being a type of editor would be cool, but i'm not sure how i could hold myself back from changing every grammatical mistake if the person happened to be not okay at writing
i dunno i'd just like to be skilled at more stuff
or more like i'd like to actually do other stuff, but... do i...?
oh, looks like i'm back to @scoliwings
see y'all later