M of Witches Town @signalstation@witches.town
so long, witches.town
please forward all scrolls, message crows, and visions to: a.weirder.earth/@signalstation
Thanks to everyone for following a year's worth of my witch-themed microfiction. As this instance sinks into the swamp, please note you can find me over at a.weirder.earth/@signalstation where I'll continue to write the sort of nonsense that used to be found right here.
YARD SALE
Just selling a few things that are starting to clutter the ol' hut. Make an offer
The Mask of Trees - Helps you blend in with trees, make friends with trees, seduce a tree's tree-wife.
The Mask of Illusion - Makes you think you can look like anyone, but that's an illusion. You look like an idiot in a mask that's got no eye holes.
A pile of masks - I forget what these do. Probably cursed.
Even more masks - You know what? I thought I had a problem with clutter but I think it's just these masks, reproducing. Rubbing their fake faces together and breeding.
Come get a mask. Cheap.
It's Saturday and you know what that means! Time to write out our wishes in melted wax on the surface of our most prized position, then drop it into the darkness that houses The Mouth of Voids! It will devour our desire so that finally, finally, we can stop hoping for anything to happen and live like lizards, unthinking, in the warm sun!
It's Thursday and you know what that means! Time to gather at the water's edge and watch the shelled things that live in the Deep come ashore with their claws, and drive them back with sticks and rocks, lest we be plucked up and carried off to live our lives as pearls under the sea!
What should you give a robot for its birthday?
The only gift a robot needs is the power source that gave it life on its date of creation. The anniversary of that date is of little consequence, and no bribe you can offer will slake a robot's quest to purge the planet of biological impurities, replacing all humans with shining chrome perfection.
How is a robot like a mountain range?
Both will survive the death of everything you've ever loved, you flawed biological mistake.
What do you get if you cross a robot with a rabbit?
The perfect technological killing machine, fueled by carrots, unstoppable and beautiful in its efficiency.
Ha ha who can forget that classic moment! When it comes to games, Lambisters place their bets! #spoilers #ripjimmylambister #gonetoosoon #gamesofthrones
So many good writing but I have to share the best quote from golden age of TV (aka RIGHT NOW)! Get 'em Jerry! #spoilers #gamesofthrones
Love to watch TV and root for the guys to win.
lost time incident 66 - NOW AVAILABLE!
Every now and then, I collect some of my short fiction and send it out via email. In this installment, we've got video game titles! A personal history of terrible role-playing game characters! A fiction fragment about grief and skipping ads!
It's all available on a static webpage. Engage in a retro-web experience where content is hosted on an individual's website! Revisit the days before social media's walled gardens!
http://www.signalstation.com/lost-time-incident-66-epitaph-for-a-dying-world/
SALE: Magic Wand (1-sided)
Warlocks and hedge-wizards, pot-stirring sorcerers of soups and stews, herb-ladies and curse staplers!
We have, steeply discounted, the world's first safety magic wand. Ever noticed how with most wands, while one end is pointing at your target, there's another end always pointing at you? Risky!
No more, folks! With our new single-direction wands, every spell goes in the right direction ! These wands remove all mystical ambiguity!
Order now and you'll also receive a FREE scrying orb stand made of colored pressboard... like astronauts use!
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hello dears!
i run a sci-fi/fantasy lit mag writ by women-identified writers. (http://lunastationquarterly.com/)
it's got a companion blog that i'm rebuilding after my Managing Editor moved on a while back.
the position is volunteer only but i'm also building a team to handle it so no one would need more than 5-10 hrs availability.
so if you want to support women writers, love editing, have free time & want to work with me, fill out the application!
https://goo.gl/forms/XpvaF4D91WYJxBeg2
boosts are appreciated!
I don't know why so many people only seem to sob uncontrollably. I only sob under carefully controlled conditions.
I allow myself three distinct sobs per minute. There are cameras and observers with clipboards behind thick glass taking notes. There is a control group: Gary. He is in another room, not crying. He provides the baseline for comparison.
You can set your watch to my sobs. I am in complete control.
Gary said there was a line at the dry cleaners, so we didn't get our eclipse robes in time and now the human sacrifice says he's got a thing to go do and the sun's back, so WAY TO GO, Gary, the eclipse is ruined.
Guess the UNBLINKING EYE FROM THE FROSTS BELOW THE STARS is just gonna have to sleep even longer before rending this world, GARY.
Online content mills and ebook pushers destroyed his business, his family, and his dog.
Now he's on the streets for revenge, the only way an extremely manly man who's too mavericky to play by the rules can: by hand-crafting artisinal paper and opening a boutique retro typesetting art press. And taking the fight to his enemies - one hand-stitched original leather-bound poetry anthology at a time.
He will become THE PUBLISHER.
Oh, right, that reminds me. I've been meaning to tell you: I've been your DM this whole time. For your whole life. You're now level 3. As of today, you have more hit points.
Kinda weird, though, that to date you still haven't made a single successful saving throw.
@signalstation fite me irl
didn't know Masto Fights were with giant prosthetic trunks
learn something new every day
(what are the gloves for?)
You know who I feel bad for is the person who's gotta strap on trunks and gloves everyone someone on a social media platform says "fight me."
Seems tiring, but someone's gotta.
Now that all the hobbyists have moved on, CB radios pick up nothing but conversations the dead have with each other, cluttering up the channel.
"When will this be over, over?"
In another window, in a program designed to help writers organize large writing projects, I'm writing a scene where a sorority girl makes out with a microwave.
How's your Sunday going? Up to anything interesting?