Twitter Art Micro-Stories: September 22-30, 2020 October 1, 2020 / duncanwilsonauthor / 0 Comments https://herebegods.tumblr.com/post/630717237028847616/garrettfest-private-life-why-do-you-keep-plants 'It meant no harm, it knew no consequence to its nature. All the slender silver serpent knew were the comfy clouds and the savage storm that brought the rains. It knew to feed upon the mists and to breath forth the fire that built within, but it knew not the damage it did below.' https://t.co/mcTdXbyPFo— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 30, 2020 'There could be no doubt, the contagion that had culled this world spread from this spot, this shrine to their gods. It had not started here, it had started in a slum thousands of miles away, but here they had plead with their gods, and offered their blood as bounty for a cure.' https://t.co/HunjoMiL66— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 30, 2020 'It would never work. They both knew their love was doomed, they both forgave each other the inevitable abandonment, they both treasured the other's happiness above their own. It would never work, not in the long run, but not all loves need last forever to mean something now.' https://t.co/ZETjVn8wiZ— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 30, 2020 'The early morning rush was over and the midday rush was hours away. This was her favorite part of the day, when all the customers had gone and she could catch some fresh air and enjoy the rush of wind in her hair. The view was never the same, and she would have it no other way.' https://t.co/C5rBw6B6bd— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 30, 2020 "Do you know there are ghosts following you?""Yeah, I know.""I mean, ghosts follow everyone from time to time, but I've never seen so many follow anyone.""It's alright, I don't mind.""But… why you?""Ghosts like peaceful, stable people, the kind that won't shoo them away." https://t.co/0ABy46u6P0— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 30, 2020 'We sent so many probes to the scrub planet. There was life here, of the most basic forms. Little was suited to the stifling heat and oppressive atmosphere, but there was life here of a sort. We kept sending probes hoping for more but the best we found were simple scrub grasses.' https://t.co/cvccx1oXC9— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 29, 2020 'It dreamed of stars, the stars in the early night sky, that shone bright even in the fading light of day, of the stars unseen except on moonless nights and of the stars that could not be seen by its incredible eyes. Oh how it wished to wander among them, its friends in the sky.' https://t.co/7BzpSjebs4— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 29, 2020 https://herebegods.tumblr.com/post/630601073578639361/erionmakuo-knowledge-twitter-instagram 'We wander this world, with wonder and worry, wanting but warmth and welcome. Seldom do we seek in solitude, yet always to we arrive alone, our understanding unique, our perspective personal. Our companions can comfort and care, but they cannot comprehend the same serenity.' https://t.co/SNcYvq5JoS— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 29, 2020 'There were a few million by now, these grave markers in the mountains, amid streams, along disused and decaying roads, in the middle of remote deserts… Every year there were more monuments to the fallen and forgotten, every year more gods vanished, to be replaced by a pillar.' https://t.co/OWjQA4k9sj— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 29, 2020 'One more shift in the pond, a new week of worries and work before the weekend. The fresh new frogs looked younger with every batch, practically tadpoles. Would it always be like this? Would he just get more weary of the daily swim? Too old to swim away, too young to croak.' https://t.co/Hhi4U1o7mS— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 28, 2020 "No, I get the first part. You drop me off and go distract the old folks, and I grab the seed.""Yes! The seed! The seed! Grab the seed!""Right, but why do I have to jump off the feeder?""I catch you! We fly away!""But I could fall!""No fall! I catch!""Can't you just land?" https://t.co/CGNMAI9NiW— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 28, 2020 'The old masters had erected the pillar as a warning, as a barrier to all who would seek to displace them, to know their power and rule in their stead. The pillar had been meant to strike fear, but all it served was as a challenge, a measure all inevitably pass as they rise.' https://t.co/DDXOXOyicM— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 28, 2020 'Water does not wash away the scars or sorrows of the soul. Just one more dip into my own reflection, one more idle dream of drowning the me they all see, and perhaps I can emerge as they all want me to be. No, water does not hold the answer, it cannot wash away their lies.' https://t.co/G0l8uy1FRJ— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 28, 2020 'Hush child, do not cry, there is no danger under dark sky. Hush child, go to sleep, pay no heed to light's slow creep. Close your eyes now and drift away, into nightmare where none can pray. Hush child, stay in bed, ignore the whispers and sleep in dread.' #nurseryrhyme https://t.co/Sdh8jMwS8O— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 28, 2020 'The path to the hollow in the tree was well worn, though few knew why. The hollow in the tree was sacred, though few wondered how. The glow from the tree was swallowed by sunlight in the midday when no one was looking, and no one could see the spirits walking out.' https://t.co/QveMwYQyod— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 27, 2020 'If nothing breaks through the haze for so long, we believe nothing can. Life seems dark, dull, devastated, devoid of color, deprived of light, destitute of all hope or promise of tomorrow. But no trend continues indefinitely, and every darkness is one day pierced by sunshine. ' https://t.co/6Xe6aTkNjP— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 27, 2020 "Why do you keep plants as pets?""They give me joy.""Just by living?""Yes. Because I care for them and they thrive. It doesn't matter to my plants how well I'm doing, how rich I am, who I was born… none of that. All they care about is that I tend to them and help them live." https://t.co/DfaYbJvs1M— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 27, 2020 "Make a wish! Make it your heart's desire, your one true dream.""No tricks?""No tricks, just think of your fondest yearning, and it will come true.""Then I wish… I wish for…""Ahhh, I can see it coming to be! You wish for adventure!""No… Not adventure… Freedom." https://t.co/1YyKU22Qkv— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 27, 2020 'The old gods do not slumber, the old gods do not dream as the world they created, the world they forged with blood and tears tears itself asunder in fits of violent rage. No, the gods do not idly rest amid all this turmoil, for the gods are dead, and have been for ages.' https://t.co/PgcT1fDJK2— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 27, 2020 'We build whole worlds in our minds, entire societies around notions that we matter, that what we create in the moments we are here means something. But everything falters, everything fades, falling to dust and decay over time. None of it matters unless we make it matter now.' https://t.co/kTUxNBjKQF— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 26, 2020 'Memories are made every evening, at the setting of every sun. All that turn their eyes toward the horizon, heeding the hue of the heavens amid the misty haze are crafting a connection to the past, to this point in time. Some seek such in solitude, others share the sensation.' https://t.co/pWR6628uYI— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 26, 2020 'She had read the profane pages of the past from tomes of terrifying thaumaturgy and recited rituals not meant for human tongues. Her abominable acts had acted upon her, transforming her forever, but she did not wonder if she had gone to far, only how much further she could go.' https://t.co/7Rlyf9RK7V— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 26, 2020 'The waters of the world are wide and deep and almost entirely undelved. So many are surprised by what we wander upon when we look beneath the waves, when we intrude in the isolated abyss and seek out the strangers that have called this world home for far longer than we have.' https://t.co/MzHAQ6G8Xf— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 26, 2020 'Oh how healthy the world tree had been when first the gods arrived, oh how vibrant and verdant the boughs and branches as they spread throughout the void, holding the heavens aloft. The gods had built there homes here, only to watch their beloved tree wither away beneath them.' https://t.co/e0e8OoBajq— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 26, 2020 'Steadfast and strong, vigilant and valiant against all aggressors, the champion stood steady against all onslaughts, a guardian and shield for those without any other succor, a friend to the friendless, a defender of the defamed and denigrated, with colors as pure as any heart.' https://t.co/MMKxERPrX4— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 25, 2020 'The kingdom of the free creatures looked like any other lost landscape, free of the foundations of mankind, without master or monster, where all dwelt and thrived and died without writ or decree. Yes, the land of the free creatures was called a kingdom, yet it crowned no king.' https://t.co/be64bjmu3N— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 25, 2020 'They feared her, feared her power and her unwavering will to wield it against them. They feared correctly, but not for her own power, as potent as it was, but for what she so lightly let loose upon the world to do her bidding, the fiends she rashly freed from their prisons.' https://t.co/dUDMx5EO9w— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 25, 2020 'It was but a bauble, a child's plaything, existing only for the amusement of her daughter, entertaining only as long as she cared give it any attention, to be discarded like all her other favorite toys that came before. Another passing fancy to keep her distracted for a moment.' https://t.co/efVwePrSHJ— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 25, 2020 'Her watchers were more appalled than applauding, but still she was a sensation. Artificial and aware, just her existence marveled and mesmerized, but she could do real magic as well! Sure, it took fusion and fission and was considered a sin, but her conjurations were authentic.' https://t.co/BHi5EhfYEB— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 25, 2020 'It was likely a lie, almost certainly a scam, an imposter, a joke of some other watching and waiting, giggling in glee at her expected foolishness. Sure, it was undoubtedly a jest, but still she sighed and contemplated. After all, it would not be the worst idea she'd tried…' https://t.co/4JVfVFRLH7— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 24, 2020 'A world of ants, of small structures and minor ambitions, that was all they had built. So minor and mundane were their mightiest monuments in the shadow of the forgotten monster, now returning to the lands that had nearly forgotten, that had dismissed it as a myth and a legend.' https://t.co/NLU2EHiZLm— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 24, 2020 'A sly smile and an entrancing eye is all it takes to fluster her foes. A knowing nod and fanciful flourish draws their absorbed attention away from her fleeing friends. She could lay them low but all she desires is to dazzle and distract, disarm and disengage, then disappear…' https://t.co/YBLZzOc5q7— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 24, 2020 'What a world lies without, what wonders to watch through the window, to want and wish to participate and play only to stay locked away, safe for another day. Not trusted to have a say no matter what you pray. Alas, another child cared for, kept close, safe, and certain.' https://t.co/NQd3VqT4hh— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 24, 2020 'What wonders abide in the abyss, some slumbering silently for centuries, maybe millennia, measuring the minutes not by moments but by multitudes. Oh what baneful behemoths are beheld when what awaits awakens, arises, and ascends to their triumphal throne of terror once more.' https://t.co/SZaGFeM1xd— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 24, 2020 'Ever entrancing were the prancing pixies, the dancing denizens of the night, these splendid sprites lighting up the night with languid laughter, each giggle another sparkle amid the trees, each titter a temptation to wander farther from the street and the safety of the city…' https://t.co/FP6BOwix8d— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 23, 2020 'What wonders, what wild creatures dwelt there, beyond the surface of the sea. Oh how the hours would pass just watching those strange creatures of the other side, imagining how their world worked, how they managed such splendors. Above or below, what curious creatures dwelt…' https://t.co/xIfskM44TV— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 23, 2020 'World upon world, from mist and mystery the gods sprang forth, one upon the next, forever standing on the achievements of those that came before. Today it was the wolf god of harmony, tomorrow it would be a lion, or a bear. But far below, it was turtles all the way down.' https://t.co/PdZ3wfqIp6— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 23, 2020 'A rugged world, peopled by rugged pioneers, desperate, dangerous, dirty, and altogether determined to survive no matter the hazards they faced. Most considered them lawless and mean, and they were to a degree, but they were building a far politer society with their sacrifices.' https://t.co/LrGBWBXbTQ— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 23, 2020 'Her home was all that remained here, these many generations since the cataclysm. It had been natural, though those that suffered as the world cracked and buckled beneath them cursed the gods, or cursed her and her magic. Her magics had saved her, and now, she lived here alone.' https://t.co/YWYMdFikdO— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 23, 2020 'She loved books. Each page revealed another wonder, each book another world. She wondered if, late at night when the lights were out, if the books whisper to one another, of the readers they tell their stories to, and of the stories they will tell the next time they are opened.' https://t.co/KAW8TqcyQE— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 22, 2020 'There was magic. They said she was lying, or hallucinating, but she knew it was true. There was magic in the world, magic only she seemed to see. Not always, of course, but upon occasion. All she had to do was let her eyes lose focus and the shiny colors came, then the faeries.' https://t.co/ZX8Md87Rgl— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 22, 2020 'This was a new sort of fish, one she had never seen before. Or perhaps it was a bird, as it seemed to have wings. A little heavy for a bird, but it had been so long since she surfaced, anything was possible. Whatever sort of creature it was, it certainly screamed a lot. ' https://t.co/gZy8uCBfVF— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 22, 2020 'There it was, like always, sitting alone, waiting for him. An old, childhood friend, one he had been convinced he had invented until he got older and heard others make mention of the monster by the river. He still visited, no matter what others said, as his friend was harmless.' https://t.co/GpjwQJabb4— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 22, 2020 'It was wrong, she knew. It was not right to sit alone in the darkness of her own shattered life, to pine away for happier days, when life meant so much more. In truth, she still felt joy inside, trapped by the sadness that overwhelmed her each day, trying to break free of her.' https://t.co/rWtidvTKTb— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) September 22, 2020 Share with: Short Stories Art Micro Storiesmicrofictionshort story Previous post Twitter Art Micro-Stories: September 15-21, 2020 Next post Twitter Art Micro-Stories: October 1-7, 2020 Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.