🐾d100 ADVENTURE BEGINNINGS🐾
Week 2 of quarantine, where I am; no walks, no meeting friends. Even I, hermit as I am, worry about going stir-crazy.
So- was thinking we can embark on journeys, together.
Drop me an emoji? I'll write you a prompt. An adventure, just beginning.
Week 2 of quarantine, where I am; no walks, no meeting friends. Even I, hermit as I am, worry about going stir-crazy.
So- was thinking we can embark on journeys, together.
Drop me an emoji? I'll write you a prompt. An adventure, just beginning.
1: 🥐 The sandwich comes to you via delivery. You unwrap the foil as the quadrotor buzzes away.
There's something in your sandwich, between tempe patties -an oil-stained slip of card. "Come alone," it says. There is a street address.
@_seanofhue
There's something in your sandwich, between tempe patties -an oil-stained slip of card. "Come alone," it says. There is a street address.
@_seanofhue
2: Watering the garden, you see your morning glory stir.
Its tendrils uncoil. Its vines unclench, recede. Knot in on themselves, twine into thin limbs.
They let go of your fence. They have a face. Flower eyes: two purple trumpet blossoms. They offer a hand to shake.
@jolantru
Its tendrils uncoil. Its vines unclench, recede. Knot in on themselves, twine into thin limbs.
They let go of your fence. They have a face. Flower eyes: two purple trumpet blossoms. They offer a hand to shake.
@jolantru
3: 🇮🇹 Morning ritual: put coffee on, wash face, check phone. Twitter takes a half-hour.
You smell burning. Coffee! Your moka pot is now sooty, long past hissing. A man stands next to it, made of steam.
"Salve," the steam ghost says, tipping his steam cap.
@DungeonsPossums
You smell burning. Coffee! Your moka pot is now sooty, long past hissing. A man stands next to it, made of steam.
"Salve," the steam ghost says, tipping his steam cap.
@DungeonsPossums
4:🕯️A warm night. The air is still. The candle flickers in your partner's face. She is checking her wallet. Slips it in her pocket as the candle dies.
"Ah!" she says, in darkness. "So over this power cut."
Time to get more candles.
@PompsAndPolitic
"Ah!" she says, in darkness. "So over this power cut."
Time to get more candles.
@PompsAndPolitic
5:🔧This is a *great* spot to get a flat:
Lonely road, no streetlights, trees knitting their branches overhead.
You shiver. You hate that you shiver. You're an adult. You make noise to assert this. The jack clunks on the ground.
"Darling?" somebody whispers.
@adibzaini
Lonely road, no streetlights, trees knitting their branches overhead.
You shiver. You hate that you shiver. You're an adult. You make noise to assert this. The jack clunks on the ground.
"Darling?" somebody whispers.
@adibzaini
6:🦚"Make way for Lady Lerna!" cries the page, swinging his censer. Behind him a dozen men bear a gilded litter.
Laughter. Ringed fingers part the curtains. A powdered dowager wearing a cartwheel ruff of peacock eyes peers out. She holds her nose.
You hate her.
@coilingoracle
Laughter. Ringed fingers part the curtains. A powdered dowager wearing a cartwheel ruff of peacock eyes peers out. She holds her nose.
You hate her.
@coilingoracle
7:🐷Suckling pig. Its split-jaw-ed head faces you. You have never been more aware of an animal corpse.
Goldteeth Liu sips his cognac and asks: "Hey boy, why you not eating? My food not good enough for you is it?"
You feel sweat on your chest, where the wire is.
@charsiewspace
Goldteeth Liu sips his cognac and asks: "Hey boy, why you not eating? My food not good enough for you is it?"
You feel sweat on your chest, where the wire is.
@charsiewspace
8:👻An ordinary corridor. Sconces, faded wallpaper, a painting.
"Behind the painting," a voice says.
A button behind the painting. Press it. The wall goes click. A crack appears.
"Now can I go?"
You unspool your spell, and the spirit leaves for her afterlife.
@vyderac
"Behind the painting," a voice says.
A button behind the painting. Press it. The wall goes click. A crack appears.
"Now can I go?"
You unspool your spell, and the spirit leaves for her afterlife.
@vyderac
9:🎲The dice land. "Nine! Woo!" She moves her token, counting every space with a smack.
"What's with you?" they ask her.
"What you mean?" she giggles. She never did know how to play it cool. But she doesn't have to. Under the table, she puts her feet in your lap.
@fionally
"What's with you?" they ask her.
"What you mean?" she giggles. She never did know how to play it cool. But she doesn't have to. Under the table, she puts her feet in your lap.
@fionally
10:🦷When you took this assignment, they gave you two false molars:
The one in your right cheek is a transmitter -a signal for Ops to start the evacuation;
The one in your left is a cyanide pill, in case of capture.
Or was it the other way around?
Shit.
@NateTreme
The one in your right cheek is a transmitter -a signal for Ops to start the evacuation;
The one in your left is a cyanide pill, in case of capture.
Or was it the other way around?
Shit.
@NateTreme
11:🐉From heaven a serpentine form, golden and gleaming. Growling like thunder ground out of the earth.
Descending, approaching-
But getting no bigger? Is it shrinking?
It is in front of you, now. It is as big as your forearm -no, your finger.
"Bite me," it squeaks.
@brickk
Descending, approaching-
But getting no bigger? Is it shrinking?
It is in front of you, now. It is as big as your forearm -no, your finger.
"Bite me," it squeaks.
@brickk
12:🍞The curfew has gone on for months. You have survived through food shortages, power cuts, rumours of civil unrest.
But now you are in trouble. Now, you enter your second trimester. Now, you *crave*.
Gardenia white bread.
You will brave cordons to get it.
@JinJeanJins
But now you are in trouble. Now, you enter your second trimester. Now, you *crave*.
Gardenia white bread.
You will brave cordons to get it.
@JinJeanJins
13:🧎♀️You are hurrying to your car when somebody calls: "Girl? Girl!"
The voice comes from a red altar under a tree, past the kerb. From a songkok-ed uncle, as tall as your calves.
"Got food ah girl?" the roadside god says. "Two weeks already uncle hasn't eaten."
@farahrani
The voice comes from a red altar under a tree, past the kerb. From a songkok-ed uncle, as tall as your calves.
"Got food ah girl?" the roadside god says. "Two weeks already uncle hasn't eaten."
@farahrani
14:👀Someone has been pasting googly eyes on your stuff:
Your mailbox in the lobby;
The telephone pole in front of your parking spot;
The flower pot on the balcony.
Creepy. "It's not me!" your housemate says.
This morning, you find googly eyes on your forehead.
@AjeyPandey
Your mailbox in the lobby;
The telephone pole in front of your parking spot;
The flower pot on the balcony.
Creepy. "It's not me!" your housemate says.
This morning, you find googly eyes on your forehead.
@AjeyPandey
15:🔐The padlock on your front door is broken.
The door swings open onto an empty living room. On the floor: rectangles of dust, where your shelves and cabinets once stood.
As well as a shred of newsprint. "Take this, Mat!" it says.
Your name's not Mat.
@ICTweeets
The door swings open onto an empty living room. On the floor: rectangles of dust, where your shelves and cabinets once stood.
As well as a shred of newsprint. "Take this, Mat!" it says.
Your name's not Mat.
@ICTweeets
16:🎟️Pa played the lottery on his birthday. Always with the same numbers: 1406, 2902. Ma's birthday. Yours.
Pa died last week. Yesterday was his birthday. You bought his numbers from the ticket counter.
Today you check the results:
"First jackpot: 1406 2902"
@sharon_nelson
Pa died last week. Yesterday was his birthday. You bought his numbers from the ticket counter.
Today you check the results:
"First jackpot: 1406 2902"
@sharon_nelson
17:🦖Dusting Dr Khoo's shelves, you accidentally knock over a novelty Tyrannosaurus piggy bank.
It shatters on the parquet floor.
There are ceramic shards, change -and a passport with Dr Khoo's photo. Under a different name. In Cyrillic script.
Uh oh.
@MalcolmInSpace
It shatters on the parquet floor.
There are ceramic shards, change -and a passport with Dr Khoo's photo. Under a different name. In Cyrillic script.
Uh oh.
@MalcolmInSpace
18:🍳Eggs in your cast-iron pan -the last three eggs you have.
Ina: "What are we going to do for protein, now?"
Gan: "We can search the shophouses in town. Or hope to catch a lizard?"
Ina makes a face. You shrug. With your cast-iron pan, you can cook *anything*.
@MrManter
Ina: "What are we going to do for protein, now?"
Gan: "We can search the shophouses in town. Or hope to catch a lizard?"
Ina makes a face. You shrug. With your cast-iron pan, you can cook *anything*.
@MrManter
19:👻Knock before you enter a hotel room for the first time. Say: "I'm coming in, okay?" Let its other occupants vacate.
But:
You bustled in, dropped the card in its holder, threw your suitcase in the closet, dumped yourself on the bed.
So, now:
Don't look up.
@LisabelleTay
But:
You bustled in, dropped the card in its holder, threw your suitcase in the closet, dumped yourself on the bed.
So, now:
Don't look up.
@LisabelleTay
20:🙆♀️From you balcony, you watch your neighbour in the community playground. She is a dancer. She plays music on portable speakers. She practices pirouettes.
You wish you could work up the courage to talk to her.
She looks up, sees you watching, and waves.
@shenolonger
You wish you could work up the courage to talk to her.
She looks up, sees you watching, and waves.
@shenolonger
21:🗝️"The key will open any lock," the goblin said.
The key feels heavy in your hand. Plain and iron. But when you bring it near the queen's jewellery box it *shifts*: turns silver and intricate.
A skeleton key!
"The key only works once," the goblin said.
@emanoelmelo
The key feels heavy in your hand. Plain and iron. But when you bring it near the queen's jewellery box it *shifts*: turns silver and intricate.
A skeleton key!
"The key only works once," the goblin said.
@emanoelmelo
22:🎥You don't like the protesters. So naive. And look at how they've spray-painted the street! Anarchists.
The cops charge with riot shields. They are beating protesters-
What are you doing?
You are recording this on your phone.
A cop points his baton at you.
@wearyNiteowl
The cops charge with riot shields. They are beating protesters-
What are you doing?
You are recording this on your phone.
A cop points his baton at you.
@wearyNiteowl
23:🥳On your birthday you are surprised at the door. Balloons, food, music to dance to. A party! Laughing, you thank you friends.
"Thank Brian!"
"Brian?" you asks.
"Your cousin Brian?" they say. They point. He smiles and waves back. You don't recognise him.
@jplistens
"Thank Brian!"
"Brian?" you asks.
"Your cousin Brian?" they say. They point. He smiles and waves back. You don't recognise him.
@jplistens
24:🤦♀️Your headache gets worse. On day three your vision blurs; you collapse in your bathroom.
You wake to familiar voice: "Hey."
It is your voice. "Don't panic," your doppelganger says. "You're okay." She dried you off, put you in bed. She will not harm you.
@aisyahezral
You wake to familiar voice: "Hey."
It is your voice. "Don't panic," your doppelganger says. "You're okay." She dried you off, put you in bed. She will not harm you.
@aisyahezral
25:🍳You tried to steal from the Pasha. He is magnanimous, and decided *not* to behead you. Instead, you will *serve* him.
You will journey into the wastes. You will brave the fire. You will acquire the Phoenix's egg. The Pasha is a gourmand. He wishes to *eat* it.
@sosadsusu
You will journey into the wastes. You will brave the fire. You will acquire the Phoenix's egg. The Pasha is a gourmand. He wishes to *eat* it.
@sosadsusu
26:🐙"Finding the Perihelion Squid is not a problem," your captain says. "It glows in the water."
Sunset. A ray catches your captain's arm and belly, throwing the sucker-shaped burn marks there into textured relief.
"The problem is fighting it," your captain says.
@eSZactLee
Sunset. A ray catches your captain's arm and belly, throwing the sucker-shaped burn marks there into textured relief.
"The problem is fighting it," your captain says.
@eSZactLee
27:🚦You stop at the lights. You look at your phone.
Somebody bonks your side-view mirror. "Oi!" you say -but more people are rushing past. The drivers of the cars in front of you. What are they running from?
Across the intersection, a stampede of water buffalo.
@connie_gan
Somebody bonks your side-view mirror. "Oi!" you say -but more people are rushing past. The drivers of the cars in front of you. What are they running from?
Across the intersection, a stampede of water buffalo.
@connie_gan
28:™️"Breath Easy," the billboard says. A beach panorama, with a white family in the foreground: father, mother, daughter -all three in pastel shirts. Eyes shut, chins up, smiling.
"VitaOX, premium bottled air," the billboard says. "A Sinochem-McDonald's company."
@trunkjuster
"VitaOX, premium bottled air," the billboard says. "A Sinochem-McDonald's company."
@trunkjuster
29:🦥The Colossal Ground Sloth is a geographic enormity.
See that hill, blocking our view of the rising sun? That's not a hill. That's a sloth. It sits, seemingly smiling, covered in trees. When it shudders the birds take flight.
Look: it opens its lake-like eyes.
@Scarvis
See that hill, blocking our view of the rising sun? That's not a hill. That's a sloth. It sits, seemingly smiling, covered in trees. When it shudders the birds take flight.
Look: it opens its lake-like eyes.
@Scarvis
30:🗽When the Statue vanishes, America freaks. Who's to blame? Terrorists? SJWs?
Then it turns out the Statue is also missing from all visual media: T-shirts, postcards, patriotic paraphernalia.
The White House settles on its favourite scapegoat- *China*.
@shielasamsuri_
Then it turns out the Statue is also missing from all visual media: T-shirts, postcards, patriotic paraphernalia.
The White House settles on its favourite scapegoat- *China*.
@shielasamsuri_
31:🧩The map to the Treasure of Sagely Fu is born on the back of the Divine Tortoise:
Its scutes represent the 38 provinces of the Empire. Its coloration represents the hills and valleys. When Sagely Fu fought the Tortoise, he kicked a chip-mark into its shell.
@babybinbaik
Its scutes represent the 38 provinces of the Empire. Its coloration represents the hills and valleys. When Sagely Fu fought the Tortoise, he kicked a chip-mark into its shell.
@babybinbaik
32:💙The Heart Of Ice is a crystalline fortress, so high above the sea that the sky is twilight and the air freezes you solid.
There rules the Queen, a goddess of pure and alien elements. If you can make Her shed a tear she will grant you your heart's desire.
@itsnorp
There rules the Queen, a goddess of pure and alien elements. If you can make Her shed a tear she will grant you your heart's desire.
@itsnorp
33:🌼The pontianak is a monster -born when a pregnant woman dies, wronged.
Seeking vengeance, she hunts men. She takes the form of a comely woman. One of her signs is the fragrance of frangipani blossoms.
"Hey," says the bar hostess. She smells of night flowers.
@DenisGoh
Seeking vengeance, she hunts men. She takes the form of a comely woman. One of her signs is the fragrance of frangipani blossoms.
"Hey," says the bar hostess. She smells of night flowers.
@DenisGoh
34:🦊"My foxies," the witch says. "My vulpies."
In her hut are bones, bones, bones. Piled in a bucket. Mounted on display stands. Sniffing your ankle -fox skeletons, moving as they did in life.
"Can you do cats?" you ask, nodding to the bundle in your arms.
@fery31251826
In her hut are bones, bones, bones. Piled in a bucket. Mounted on display stands. Sniffing your ankle -fox skeletons, moving as they did in life.
"Can you do cats?" you ask, nodding to the bundle in your arms.
@fery31251826
35:🥾The search parties assemble quietly. A trekker is lost on the mountain. Nobody is happy.
"I told him," one of the guides whisper. "I *told* him. Don't take anything, I said. You don't whose things you're taking. But I saw him slip a stone into his pocket."
@nlinggod
"I told him," one of the guides whisper. "I *told* him. Don't take anything, I said. You don't whose things you're taking. But I saw him slip a stone into his pocket."
@nlinggod
36:🐬The pool is still. Park management turns this fountain off at 10pm.
You like walking here, at night. You like the granite dolphins, mid-jump, frozen in time. You toss a coin into the fountain for luck. Clink.
There is a splash. A flash of motion. A fin.
@erinmalikhain
You like walking here, at night. You like the granite dolphins, mid-jump, frozen in time. You toss a coin into the fountain for luck. Clink.
There is a splash. A flash of motion. A fin.
@erinmalikhain
37:📚In the book you find a letter, in delicate cursive:
"Dear Emily,
Bought this book for your birthday. Which is also Valentine's Day. I will never be able to tell you that I love you. So I will never give this book to you.
Sara"
Sara is your mother's name.
@alice_hernie
"Dear Emily,
Bought this book for your birthday. Which is also Valentine's Day. I will never be able to tell you that I love you. So I will never give this book to you.
Sara"
Sara is your mother's name.
@alice_hernie
38:🌲A postcard of evergreens. A landscape you've only seen in photos.
You stash it in a notebook, stuff that in your bag.
"Over here," Michelle says. She grins, shimmies out of a space between leaning shelves. A box of double-A batteries. Meaning: jackpot.
@will_brunn
You stash it in a notebook, stuff that in your bag.
"Over here," Michelle says. She grins, shimmies out of a space between leaning shelves. A box of double-A batteries. Meaning: jackpot.
@will_brunn
39:🥡You bike to the pick-up.
It's a commissary in the middle of an industrial park. The guy at the counter says nothing. Just looks you up and down. He licks his lips.
"What's in this?" you ask, pointing at the takeaway pack.
"Meat," he says. He licks his lips.
@s_chew
It's a commissary in the middle of an industrial park. The guy at the counter says nothing. Just looks you up and down. He licks his lips.
"What's in this?" you ask, pointing at the takeaway pack.
"Meat," he says. He licks his lips.
@s_chew
40:🎏The airships of Vo Langka are fish-shaped.
Carp and arowana are most common -but advances in aeronautics have made wing-form (ie: stingray-like) aircraft possible.
You are a pilot. Today you will test the first ever flying machine made in imitation of a bird.
@amirhimself
Carp and arowana are most common -but advances in aeronautics have made wing-form (ie: stingray-like) aircraft possible.
You are a pilot. Today you will test the first ever flying machine made in imitation of a bird.
@amirhimself
41:🐗The boar charges your golf cart. The caddy veers onto the green.
Gunshots!
Your bodyguards down the beast. It came from the forest behind the golf course -the one you've earmarked for clearing.
It's not the only forest creature that wants to murder you.
@TrebuchetOps
Gunshots!
Your bodyguards down the beast. It came from the forest behind the golf course -the one you've earmarked for clearing.
It's not the only forest creature that wants to murder you.
@TrebuchetOps
42:♻️You body slides into the furnace.
Your husband will pick through the ash and bones. Tomorrow he'll take a boat, sail a kilometre out, empty your urn in the sea.
The day after, silver pomfrets will school in a person's shape, and you will see the ocean.
@wereoctopus
Your husband will pick through the ash and bones. Tomorrow he'll take a boat, sail a kilometre out, empty your urn in the sea.
The day after, silver pomfrets will school in a person's shape, and you will see the ocean.
@wereoctopus
43:✨It's a clear night. "Honey?" you call. "Come see!"
She whines -you are tearing her from her work, she says. You insist. You point up.
Orion and the Dipper, the soft shine of the sickle moon.
"Wanna go for a walk?" you ask. She slips her arm into yours.
@sam_sicilipadi
She whines -you are tearing her from her work, she says. You insist. You point up.
Orion and the Dipper, the soft shine of the sickle moon.
"Wanna go for a walk?" you ask. She slips her arm into yours.
@sam_sicilipadi
44:✒️The auto-pen you own is old. Picks up too much background chatter. The newer pens have noise-cancelling wards.
See? You've stopped dictating, but the pen is still writing:
"NO AH NO IT MOTHER PLEASE IT HURTS MAKE IT STOP"
Hell's not a good muse.
@followmeanddie1
See? You've stopped dictating, but the pen is still writing:
"NO AH NO IT MOTHER PLEASE IT HURTS MAKE IT STOP"
Hell's not a good muse.
@followmeanddie1
45:🌌The transitcraft trembles as it descends on its pillar of plasma.
"Sorry you didn't make it," the pilot says. "Cosmofleet is not for everyone." He's trying to be kind. This does *not* help.
He leaves you on the pad. Here you are, with packed bags, back home.
@charisloke
"Sorry you didn't make it," the pilot says. "Cosmofleet is not for everyone." He's trying to be kind. This does *not* help.
He leaves you on the pad. Here you are, with packed bags, back home.
@charisloke
46:🤫The librarian drags you under the counter, pale with terror.
You hear the tread of the logovore. The meaning-eater. Books impaled on its spines -leeched of their ink, their substance, going see-through, disappearing.
It does that to humans, too.
@MeaningfulB
You hear the tread of the logovore. The meaning-eater. Books impaled on its spines -leeched of their ink, their substance, going see-through, disappearing.
It does that to humans, too.
@MeaningfulB
47:🍥You spit the fish cake out. From surprise, really. Because it is candy.
A confection of flour, sugar, pink food colouring, floating next to beef slices, on the oily surface of the noodles you ordered.
The kitchen makes you a new bowl. The chef is baffled.
@tgurantz
A confection of flour, sugar, pink food colouring, floating next to beef slices, on the oily surface of the noodles you ordered.
The kitchen makes you a new bowl. The chef is baffled.
@tgurantz
48:🛰️Satellites no longer obey us.
Meteorology reverts to fortune-telling. Intelligence becomes earth-bound. Defense satellites play games of laser tag.
Broadcasting ends- well, not really. When you turn on your TV it tells you: CALL YOUR MOTHER SHE MISSES YOU.
@Allandaros
Meteorology reverts to fortune-telling. Intelligence becomes earth-bound. Defense satellites play games of laser tag.
Broadcasting ends- well, not really. When you turn on your TV it tells you: CALL YOUR MOTHER SHE MISSES YOU.
@Allandaros
49:🌿Where you buried your cat, something is already growing:
A fresh stem of basil, putting out its mild scent; its green, convex leaves.
You pluck a leaf, put it in your mouth. Your cat jumps into your lap. You feel her scrape your finger with her tongue.
@sp1ritjam
A fresh stem of basil, putting out its mild scent; its green, convex leaves.
You pluck a leaf, put it in your mouth. Your cat jumps into your lap. You feel her scrape your finger with her tongue.
@sp1ritjam
50:🐸The Weed Toad sprouts spiky fur filled with chlorophyll. Basically: it's a frog with grass on its back. It can be a pest.
When you step into your garden something squeaks.
The toad jumps away, incensed. Its siblings hop off, too. You whole lawn, leaving you.
@mailbykite
When you step into your garden something squeaks.
The toad jumps away, incensed. Its siblings hop off, too. You whole lawn, leaving you.
@mailbykite
51:👾Pixel Goblins are voxeloids, walking about in waking life. Refugees from a reality whose servers shut down two years ago.
They eat electricity. They line the sidewalk. "Hungry," the Pixel Goblin says. She looks at your phone, hopeful.
You have 11% battery left.
@jhybe
They eat electricity. They line the sidewalk. "Hungry," the Pixel Goblin says. She looks at your phone, hopeful.
You have 11% battery left.
@jhybe
52:✴️"I am chaos!" the boy shrieks. "A conduit of magick!"
You can hear that hard "k" from here. Baldie in an Invisibles tee and factory-distressed jeans, thinks he knows magic? Please.
Then he pisses on your headstone. Which is rude. So you possess him.
@usedforscreami1
You can hear that hard "k" from here. Baldie in an Invisibles tee and factory-distressed jeans, thinks he knows magic? Please.
Then he pisses on your headstone. Which is rude. So you possess him.
@usedforscreami1
53:👣Footprints, made with oil. They cut across the driveway, onto the grass, leaving rainbow sludge on some clovers. They turn the corner of your house.
You turn the corner, too.
In front of you, the prints have stopped, side by side. Their toes now face you.
@sandermoolin
You turn the corner, too.
In front of you, the prints have stopped, side by side. Their toes now face you.
@sandermoolin
54:🐷In the middle of his emergency pandemic address, during a live broadcast, on national television-
The Prime Minister oinks.
He blinks. Clears his throat, looks at the teleprompter -and oink-oink-oinks.
The PM's eyes blink tears. Then the broadcast cuts out.
@JuriaTRM
The Prime Minister oinks.
He blinks. Clears his throat, looks at the teleprompter -and oink-oink-oinks.
The PM's eyes blink tears. Then the broadcast cuts out.
@JuriaTRM
55:🌙Can we trust the moon?
See its phases -the way it goes from a bright circle, wanes into a crescent, shuts completely, then opens again, waxing half into full-
Like a creature blinking: slowly, ever so slowly.
The moon has not looked directly at us. Yet.
@readingceline
See its phases -the way it goes from a bright circle, wanes into a crescent, shuts completely, then opens again, waxing half into full-
Like a creature blinking: slowly, ever so slowly.
The moon has not looked directly at us. Yet.
@readingceline
56:🌺You tuck a hibiscus in her hair. "It's pretty!" you say, before she reacts. "Plus it's patriotic."
She rolls her eyes.
Day after the party she wants to meet you. That makes you happy. She's not happy. The flower's driven a root into flesh, behind her ear.
@SwordsnFlowers
She rolls her eyes.
Day after the party she wants to meet you. That makes you happy. She's not happy. The flower's driven a root into flesh, behind her ear.
@SwordsnFlowers
57:🍜This bowl of noodles, made from soup powder, desiccated ramen, the last remaining tomato in the fridge, one overcooked egg-
It's the most delicious thing you've ever tasted.
This shouldn't be impossible. You cry. You'll never have anything this good again.
@mountain_foot
It's the most delicious thing you've ever tasted.
This shouldn't be impossible. You cry. You'll never have anything this good again.
@mountain_foot
58:🥦"This," Mother says. "This needs to be half-size."
You know this moment. The kitchen was never your thing. You made an excuse and left to play videogames in your room. Two days later Mother died. Car accident.
This time you stay. You cut the floret in two.
@yatagarasu44
You know this moment. The kitchen was never your thing. You made an excuse and left to play videogames in your room. Two days later Mother died. Car accident.
This time you stay. You cut the floret in two.
@yatagarasu44
59:🌵The Blood Prickle's blossom is prized by cities that border the Pebble Sea. Dried, smoked, its fume delivers accurate prophecies.
The Blood Prickle only blossoms when watered by the viscera of living creatures. You lead your herd of sheep into the desert.
@uhcoolguy
The Blood Prickle only blossoms when watered by the viscera of living creatures. You lead your herd of sheep into the desert.
@uhcoolguy
60:🕸️The bungalow is covered in gossamer, like a suitcase shrink-wrapped at the airport. Shreds stick to you, glue.
"Go away!" the bungalow's owner says. You see her eight eyes peer at you from a window.
"Babe, please," you say.
"Stop stalking me!" she shouts.
@GlassSpiider
"Go away!" the bungalow's owner says. You see her eight eyes peer at you from a window.
"Babe, please," you say.
"Stop stalking me!" she shouts.
@GlassSpiider
61:🐼The ghost bear waddles across the plaza and through a wall.
They felled a forest to build this strip mall. But they did not exorcise its ghost. Ghost vines hang from the ceiling. Ghost trees fill changing rooms. In the car park a ghost brook babbles, incoherently.
@arsaas
They felled a forest to build this strip mall. But they did not exorcise its ghost. Ghost vines hang from the ceiling. Ghost trees fill changing rooms. In the car park a ghost brook babbles, incoherently.
@arsaas
62:🕯️You blow out the candle. "Happy birthday!"
Your friends have grey hair. Others dance to Kelly's playlist. Something in your brain snaps -you do not know how old you are.
There is only one candle on the cake. It tells you: you are however old you want to be.
@trollhands
Your friends have grey hair. Others dance to Kelly's playlist. Something in your brain snaps -you do not know how old you are.
There is only one candle on the cake. It tells you: you are however old you want to be.
@trollhands
63:🍥At the bottom of an empty paint bucket in your backyard shed, you discover a giant millipede, dark red, curled into a spiral.
You name her Millie. Obviously.
You boyfriend is disgusted. Slightly jealous of the attention you allot her. He was always insecure.
@lukarejec
You name her Millie. Obviously.
You boyfriend is disgusted. Slightly jealous of the attention you allot her. He was always insecure.
@lukarejec
64:🍡The city is a shadow. Office towers in shards. Hypermalls with their skybridges broken. Collapsed nightclubs.
In the midst of all this, on an overgown street, incongruously -the smell of boiling soup. Fry-oil. Fish balls. A lok lok truck, greasy and pristine.
@SundaeTaco
In the midst of all this, on an overgown street, incongruously -the smell of boiling soup. Fry-oil. Fish balls. A lok lok truck, greasy and pristine.
@SundaeTaco
65:✨The light in her eyes die when you tell her to leave.
You lose your job at the production house. Once again, you are a freelancer. Interviewers pooh-pooh your portfolio.
You will learn how to draw again. Your muse was a crutch. You must do this on your own.
@LeannaChan_
You lose your job at the production house. Once again, you are a freelancer. Interviewers pooh-pooh your portfolio.
You will learn how to draw again. Your muse was a crutch. You must do this on your own.
@LeannaChan_
66:🔮Everything is as kitschy as you expect. Fake-velvet curtains and tablecloth. A set of tarot cards from Etsy. Even a crystal ball!
But when the fortune-teller looks up and sees you, she says: "No no, out."
What?
"You. No. Get out," she says, afraid.
@tzemingdynasty
But when the fortune-teller looks up and sees you, she says: "No no, out."
What?
"You. No. Get out," she says, afraid.
@tzemingdynasty
67:🥵Ten laps in the pool. Then you pant to the sauna.
Stones sizzle as you open the door. Somebody is here, already. You take the opposite bench. He has an athlete's thighs. Sweat on his obliques make them look oiled.
He looks you up and down. Smirks. Judges.
@AlenaNadia99
Stones sizzle as you open the door. Somebody is here, already. You take the opposite bench. He has an athlete's thighs. Sweat on his obliques make them look oiled.
He looks you up and down. Smirks. Judges.
@AlenaNadia99
68:🗨️In the kitchen Khan grunts. Khan being Khan, you think.
Sylvia comes in. She makes an oinking sound.
He grunts. She oinks again. Hoot-hoot. He hisses in reply. It appears to be a conversation.
Sylvia sees you staring. Waves a hand in your face, asks: "Moo?"
@tempemasin
Sylvia comes in. She makes an oinking sound.
He grunts. She oinks again. Hoot-hoot. He hisses in reply. It appears to be a conversation.
Sylvia sees you staring. Waves a hand in your face, asks: "Moo?"
@tempemasin
69:👹"They are going to hate me," she says, frowning around her tusks.
"They are going to love you," you say.
In her nervousness she walks up to the microphone, no intro, just launches right into it. Her poem is electric. She is electric. And she is yours.
@kraftwurker
"They are going to love you," you say.
In her nervousness she walks up to the microphone, no intro, just launches right into it. Her poem is electric. She is electric. And she is yours.
@kraftwurker
70:⚛️Guards, gyrocopter patrols- Coilhaus Atomworks compound is well-protected. Which is as you expected.
You didn't expect the hex-wards in the inner compound. When you set foot on the manager's balcony, the teak floor shrieks: INTRUDER INTRUDER INTRUDER HERE!
@InfiniteBertez
You didn't expect the hex-wards in the inner compound. When you set foot on the manager's balcony, the teak floor shrieks: INTRUDER INTRUDER INTRUDER HERE!
@InfiniteBertez
71:🌂The Bum Under The Overpass jumps out. You yelp.
"Flee, peasant!" he growls. He reeks. He has a bin lid for a buckler, a brolly for a sword. "I shall shield against yon creature!"
You into the dark under the overpass -and notice the hulking shadow there.
@critical_nat
"Flee, peasant!" he growls. He reeks. He has a bin lid for a buckler, a brolly for a sword. "I shall shield against yon creature!"
You into the dark under the overpass -and notice the hulking shadow there.
@critical_nat
72:💀The captain wears a cutesy plastic skull on a silver chain. You don't think it fits with her camo grease, her fatigues.
"My daughter made this," she says.
You nod. You miss your son, too. All this -the pay you earn, burning villages- you do for your children.
@Brenzo
"My daughter made this," she says.
You nod. You miss your son, too. All this -the pay you earn, burning villages- you do for your children.
@Brenzo
73:🦧"Orangutan Kong" Some sort of gangster moniker?
No. Kong is actually an orangutan. He escaped from the Zoo, and started working in Goldtooth Tat's crew. As comic relief. Everybody who laughed at him is dead now.
If you want to work for him you should know.
@lilhuevos1
No. Kong is actually an orangutan. He escaped from the Zoo, and started working in Goldtooth Tat's crew. As comic relief. Everybody who laughed at him is dead now.
If you want to work for him you should know.
@lilhuevos1
74:🧠The robot ploughs through Market Street. Tiles scatter like confetti; cars are stomped flat. Pressure in your ears -a thunder clap! The police van up the road explodes.
"There!" your partner shouts, pointing. A brain in a glowing jar, in the robot's belly.
@micaholism
"There!" your partner shouts, pointing. A brain in a glowing jar, in the robot's belly.
@micaholism
75:💈You grew up here.
The broom, the hair -the chairs, Naugahyde over industrial frames. The mirrors, angled slightly, either side leading into infinity. The sink where Uncle Kuppu rinsed his razors and shaving brush.
Uncle Kuppu's gone. Now this place is you.
@dangus2012
The broom, the hair -the chairs, Naugahyde over industrial frames. The mirrors, angled slightly, either side leading into infinity. The sink where Uncle Kuppu rinsed his razors and shaving brush.
Uncle Kuppu's gone. Now this place is you.
@dangus2012
76:⚗️The alchemist stumbles backwards, knocks over a beaker.
"My formula," he whispers. "You're an assassin from the Banker's Guild? You can't have me turning lead to gold."
You shake your head. "No. I work with the Silversmiths' Guild. I'm here to *protect* you."
@bstdbdfz
"My formula," he whispers. "You're an assassin from the Banker's Guild? You can't have me turning lead to gold."
You shake your head. "No. I work with the Silversmiths' Guild. I'm here to *protect* you."
@bstdbdfz
77:🔭It is the fourth victim he has brought home.
They are always young, with tattoos. He restrains them, strangles them by the neck on the floor of his bathroom.
You watch, through your telescope. You should report him. But you like to watch them struggle.
@PunguinWizard
They are always young, with tattoos. He restrains them, strangles them by the neck on the floor of his bathroom.
You watch, through your telescope. You should report him. But you like to watch them struggle.
@PunguinWizard
78:⛩️The way to Grand Andropolis is lined with 417 red gates- each one for a glorious victory the Imperial Legions have won over lesser races.
Gate 412 marks the time they slaughtered your parents. You touch it, and swear quietly: you will burn Grand Andropolis.
@DireJaybird
Gate 412 marks the time they slaughtered your parents. You touch it, and swear quietly: you will burn Grand Andropolis.
@DireJaybird
79:🌻The men at the big table drink beer, munch kuaci, laugh.
A woman with sunglasses arrives. The restaurant people tell her: "Kitchen closed already. Drinks?"
Just kuaci, she says.
See watches the men. When she bites the seeds open, you see long canines.
@themythicalzoe
A woman with sunglasses arrives. The restaurant people tell her: "Kitchen closed already. Drinks?"
Just kuaci, she says.
See watches the men. When she bites the seeds open, you see long canines.
@themythicalzoe
80:🤖You've never considered yourself technosexual. You thought robots cold. Then you met MARY-K8.
Her bright crystal optic sensors. Her omni-articulated limbs. Her way with words:
"HEY HUMAN USER," she synthesises. "HEART-UNIT NOT FOUND. PERHAPS YOU HAVE IT?"
@NicolasGarciaL
Her bright crystal optic sensors. Her omni-articulated limbs. Her way with words:
"HEY HUMAN USER," she synthesises. "HEART-UNIT NOT FOUND. PERHAPS YOU HAVE IT?"
@NicolasGarciaL
81:🦖"The job is a museum," your master sighs. "Museum's are the worst."
You ask him why.
"We are exorcists, dumb-dumb! You know how many things the damn spirit can hide in? Can throw at us?"
When you master sees the T-rex skeleton in the atrium, he sighs again.
@puckett101
You ask him why.
"We are exorcists, dumb-dumb! You know how many things the damn spirit can hide in? Can throw at us?"
When you master sees the T-rex skeleton in the atrium, he sighs again.
@puckett101
82:🎍Treaties signed between the Yun Empress and the Princes of Elemental Wood have resulted in the Type-4 Rhizomic Footsoldier-
A stiff, lanky construct; needing only sun and soil; grown in vast groves; with souls of bamboo and therefore without mercy ...
@ImmaWaffleBunny
A stiff, lanky construct; needing only sun and soil; grown in vast groves; with souls of bamboo and therefore without mercy ...
@ImmaWaffleBunny
83:🧜♀️Each year, the mer send an emissary to bargain with the dry world.
The tide swells, then withdraws just as quick, leaving a carriage of driftwood and flowering coral-
"Dammit!" a voice says. Rattling, from within. "Door's stuck!" A sigh. "Some help, please?"
@yesitshanna
The tide swells, then withdraws just as quick, leaving a carriage of driftwood and flowering coral-
"Dammit!" a voice says. Rattling, from within. "Door's stuck!" A sigh. "Some help, please?"
@yesitshanna
84:🧠"You're always going on about life hacks. So here," Mark says.
His gift is a book. "Telekinesis In 100 Days", its title says.
Mark smirks. "Enjoy!"
You'll show the bastard! It's just day 13. Already you can toss 50-cent coins with a lift of your eyebrow.
@dancer4813
His gift is a book. "Telekinesis In 100 Days", its title says.
Mark smirks. "Enjoy!"
You'll show the bastard! It's just day 13. Already you can toss 50-cent coins with a lift of your eyebrow.
@dancer4813
85:📯The footmen blow their horns. The herald crows: "The Tyrant and Lady van Sur!"
They descend the stairs. The man frail, tubes stuck up his nose; the woman in silk, her wig so heavy it is held up by grav-suspensors-
One push of your remote, and the suspensors fail.
@Spwack
They descend the stairs. The man frail, tubes stuck up his nose; the woman in silk, her wig so heavy it is held up by grav-suspensors-
One push of your remote, and the suspensors fail.
@Spwack
86:🥶You jolt awake. Ice is pressed to your ankle -no, chilled skin. A toenail. Feet.
"Jesus. Your feet."
His apology is a snorted murmur. He curls further, pressing into the heat of your belly. His hair tussled, smelling of lavender.
What's his name? Can you remember?
@d6
"Jesus. Your feet."
His apology is a snorted murmur. He curls further, pressing into the heat of your belly. His hair tussled, smelling of lavender.
What's his name? Can you remember?
@d6
87:🚪The heavy door is shut. Padlocked. Your lock sprite shakes her head. "Mechanism's rusted solid."
Your spell-dwarf grumbles. "Lead brackets, see? Shock hex won't work."
"Lemme try," your slip-spirit squeaks. Flattens itself, slips under.
Doesn't came back.
@lxnrhinners
Your spell-dwarf grumbles. "Lead brackets, see? Shock hex won't work."
"Lemme try," your slip-spirit squeaks. Flattens itself, slips under.
Doesn't came back.
@lxnrhinners
88:🌵The Saguaro Sea is a vast tangle of sole-cutting rock, thorny brush, towering cacti broad as hillforts.
Here is found the Weeping Roc -whose cry is a woman wailing; who steals children to feed its blind, featherless chicks.
Children like your six-year-old.
@HClapham
Here is found the Weeping Roc -whose cry is a woman wailing; who steals children to feed its blind, featherless chicks.
Children like your six-year-old.
@HClapham
89:💃Flamenco star Magritte Tanaka's talent is such that people say it is more than just grace and training.
They say she made a bargain. When she dances a devil helps her; plays her like a puppet on strings.
Truth is he forces her. She never wanted to dance.
@sammymeow786
They say she made a bargain. When she dances a devil helps her; plays her like a puppet on strings.
Truth is he forces her. She never wanted to dance.
@sammymeow786
90:🎸You stole the keytar of synth legend Razzak Luminem from the Museum of Sidereal Art last month.
Tonight you host its auction. Many have shown up: demon worshipers; glamrock stars; violist perverts; members of the Critics' Cartel -troublemakers.
Watch yourself.
@SufBansen
Tonight you host its auction. Many have shown up: demon worshipers; glamrock stars; violist perverts; members of the Critics' Cartel -troublemakers.
Watch yourself.
@SufBansen
91:🙆♀️To fear the sky falling is silly-
*Except* in Fading Dassho, whose most dilapidated districts sit twilit under an obsolete stellar shield, its support struts increasingly ancient and tottery. A shutter collapsed, just last week -shattering six thousand souls.
@fogonwater
*Except* in Fading Dassho, whose most dilapidated districts sit twilit under an obsolete stellar shield, its support struts increasingly ancient and tottery. A shutter collapsed, just last week -shattering six thousand souls.
@fogonwater
92:🤖We sent unmanned drones through the Hell-portal -
we assumed exposure to Ultimate Evil would be bad for the human psyche.
All moot, it turned out. Because drones are robots -and, you know, that cliche about robots turning bad, turning KILL ALL HUMANS?
Well.
@befprelakopa
we assumed exposure to Ultimate Evil would be bad for the human psyche.
All moot, it turned out. Because drones are robots -and, you know, that cliche about robots turning bad, turning KILL ALL HUMANS?
Well.
@befprelakopa
93:🏚️A manor-turned-hotel, on a cliff, with a history of homicide? TrueCrimeFest 2018's organisers could not resist.
Three days of signings, panels, cosplay- and a podcaster found garroted in her room.
Horrible! Horrible. (But, really. Best. TrueCrimeFest. Ever.)
@catalessi1
Three days of signings, panels, cosplay- and a podcaster found garroted in her room.
Horrible! Horrible. (But, really. Best. TrueCrimeFest. Ever.)
@catalessi1
94:🤪The Rictus Worm causes paralysis. Distorts the muscles of the face.
Your eyes pop, your tongue hangs lolling. You speak drool and sputters. You try the chirurgeon. He thinks you are fooling. Kicks you out.
The Rictus Worm is rare. You feel it in your nape.
@slatzgrubnik
Your eyes pop, your tongue hangs lolling. You speak drool and sputters. You try the chirurgeon. He thinks you are fooling. Kicks you out.
The Rictus Worm is rare. You feel it in your nape.
@slatzgrubnik
95:🌌One by one the stars disappear. Without their light -were they ever there?
Constellations vanish, nebulae fade. The moon hangs alone in the night sky.
Only our sun and its huddling planets remain. An isolated, solipsistic -self-obsessed- apocalypse.
@StellarEmpress
Constellations vanish, nebulae fade. The moon hangs alone in the night sky.
Only our sun and its huddling planets remain. An isolated, solipsistic -self-obsessed- apocalypse.
@StellarEmpress
96:🤗She welcomes you with open arms. "Happy you're home, Ah Boy," she says, kissing you, Tears on her cheek transferring to yours.
She is your mother; she calls you Ah Boy. Return appropriate amounts of affection. Your mission depends on how well you fool this woman.
@chooiyc
She is your mother; she calls you Ah Boy. Return appropriate amounts of affection. Your mission depends on how well you fool this woman.
@chooiyc
97:🅱️The mark is made in red ink. The letter "B". Not so bad, outsiders might think -but yours is an euphemistic society.
This is the Competency Test, through which all citizens are streamed. An "A" means you get to stay above-ground. A "B" sends you Below.
@nicholasmasyk
This is the Competency Test, through which all citizens are streamed. An "A" means you get to stay above-ground. A "B" sends you Below.
@nicholasmasyk
98:🎡Anna gets into the pod before you. The ferris wheel begins to turn.
Travelling carnivals! Holdovers from a previous world, now surmounted by app-stores. You don't get the appeal. It's not even ironic-
High up, in the pod, Anna kisses you.
*Now* you get it.
@thatdarnedbob
Travelling carnivals! Holdovers from a previous world, now surmounted by app-stores. You don't get the appeal. It's not even ironic-
High up, in the pod, Anna kisses you.
*Now* you get it.
@thatdarnedbob
99:☄️You still remember your wonder-
A bright blue star, trailing a bright line, bisecting the sky. Staring at it would spoil your eyes, they said.
In your cockpit, as the countdown begins, you think: now you will be a bright blue star. There will be a girl, watching.
@Whxyte
A bright blue star, trailing a bright line, bisecting the sky. Staring at it would spoil your eyes, they said.
In your cockpit, as the countdown begins, you think: now you will be a bright blue star. There will be a girl, watching.
@Whxyte
100:🥑When you halve the avocado you don't find a seed. You find a tiny baby.
It is curled up foetal. It is the colour of mahogany. It fusses slightly -then starts into a full-blown caterwaul; big droplets of blood well from where your rough knifework has nicked it.
@chincarok
It is curled up foetal. It is the colour of mahogany. It fusses slightly -then starts into a full-blown caterwaul; big droplets of blood well from where your rough knifework has nicked it.
@chincarok
🐾d100 ADVENTURE BEGINNINGS - COMPLETE!🐾
Thank you all for your tweets. Coming up with these gave me a weekend of distraction, of imagination. (It was tougher than I expected!)
I hope these let you travel, too. <3 <3 <3
Thank you all for your tweets. Coming up with these gave me a weekend of distraction, of imagination. (It was tougher than I expected!)
I hope these let you travel, too. <3 <3 <3
