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The kettle sighed its schnorchel tune,
As stars blinked on in Sternenschoes
One Schteamfaroze under the moon,
Then brushed three crumbs from off his toes.

#nonsensepoetry #aiart
The flibberblatts had ceased to fall,
The kettle hummed its klupfenlied.
He set the cups: one, two, then all,
And listened to the clinks recede.

#nonsensepoetry #aiart
In a flash, he realized he needed a sacrifice. He cut his tarot deck into four pieces per card and held them close, concentrating. Then, he dealt his cut-up cards, his sacrifice, hoping to decipher their message.

#Microfiction #aiart #vss
A Flatterflug went drifting by,
Past berries dried on thorny rows.
The Hare of Herz felt summer still
The warmth still tucked in Fliegen clothes.

#nonsensepoetry #aiart
The Hare of Herz, with eyes half-closed,
Recalls the dash through Fernenfeld.
The Tortoise nods, his shell well-flozed,
The kettle whistles, the steaming swells.

#nonsensepoetry #aiart
The Hare of Herz, mug now schlürfed,
Blusters out into blusterblitz.
The grass is slick, the leaves are dürfed,
He braces for the rake-swing blitz.

#nonsensepoetry #aiart
The wolf spat out bits of gingham, scraps of the old lady still clinging to them. What was he doing? Why was he like this? He hated himself, hated the frenzy, hated what he had become. This was it. No more. But first, he might as well finish the rest of this one.

#Microfiction #aiart #vss
The leaves go schlimm in Amberfall,
The Hare of Herz breathes Schteamfaroze,
Joy wears boots, and Sorrow shawl,
He sips his coffee, feels his toes.
#nonsensepoetry #aiart #promptshare
🏖️✨ Paradise reboot!

Seafoam tangled in plastic - yesterday’s luxuries are today's dreams. Five stars? How about five seagulls fighting over a flip-flop? 🌊🩴

Grateful for the beauty, history, and long forgotten memories. 📸

#BeachBlissReboot #MattInRuins
#Microfiction #aiart #vss
✨Just reached the Old Orbital Hub, where dreams were launched, and gravity was just a suggestion! I love the collapsed hangar doors, so retro! 🚀💫

I'm heading in to look at the shuttle “Hope". Let me know what you think in the comments below! 📸

#SpacePort #MattInRuins
#Microfiction #aiart #vss
A few days ago, a slug crossed the drive, heading to the other side, the grass was greener... This morning it was heading back. Is it the same slug? I like to think so, returning home after an epic hero's journey, perhaps a little sadder, a little older, a little wiser.
#HerosJourney #fraservalley
The hummingbird floated, clicked its tongue, and dove into one of the last purple hibiscus flowers. It felt profound and meaningful. The old lady knew this moment was special. She started to sound vowels in her mind, vowels to create a transcendent haiku. #Microfiction #aiart #vss
You have to zoom in to see it, but there it is: one last pink hollyhock on a stalk where the leaves are already mottled brown, reaching up, way up, into the branches of the cherry tree, whose own leaves have been falling since August.

#gardening #fraservalley #fall #flower
Morning blatzings with frödelfizz,
Schnarfen your boots, and let gluppen whee!
Zindle the soul with bräufensway,
The world awaits, but first, a coffee.

#Coffee #nonsensepoetry #aiart
I've been watching this heroic slug work its way across the driveway (to the greener grass on the other side, no doubt). Aesop never used a slug in his fables, which seems a bit of a shame.
#slug #metaphor #fraservalley #lifelessons
Mickey picked up the paring knife and looked at the potato. The music was gone, replaced by the hum of despair and the slap of river water against the ship's hull. He peeled slowly, each strip a memory: laughter, music, Minnie’s perfume. The blade whispered secrets.

#Microfiction #aiart #vss
Mickey gripped the wheel, knuckles pale beneath his gloves. The river churned and boiled, rocking the steamship. He whistled louder. The captain’s shadow loomed, watching and judging. "You idiot," Mickey thought to himself, his heart thumping like the engine below.

#Microfiction #aiart #vss
Toad and Heron’s Balloon Trip: 9 of 9

They arrived back home at dawn. The balloon rested in the tall grass, its fabric folding into itself.
“We should get more sky,” said Heron, looking back up.
“We should get more coffee,” said Toad.

#microfiction #aiart #vss #ToadAndHeron
Toad and Heron’s Balloon Trip: 8 of 9

They passed through the cloud. Toad lit the lantern. The light glowed in the basket as stars filled the sky above.
The coffee was long gone, but they kept holding the cups — just in case the night poured something in.

#microfiction #aiart #vss #ToadAndHeron
Toad and Heron’s Balloon Trip: 7 of 9

Dark clouds gathered ahead, and sunlight briefly caught the balloon.
“We could turn back,” said Toad.
“Or,” said Heron, “we could see what the rain tastes like up here.”

#microfiction #aiart #vss #ToadAndHeron
Toad and Heron’s Balloon Trip: 6 of 9

They flew over a lake like a mirror, it's gentle ripples distorting the reflection.
Toad stared at their reflection. “Do we look happy?”
“We look like we’re going somewhere,” said Heron.

#microfiction #aiart #vss #ToadAndHeron
Toad and Heron’s Balloon Trip: 5 of 9

Out of the clouds, a green canopy stretched below, the balloon’s shadow moving across it.
Heron pointed out every river bend and clearing.
Toad kept his eyes on the ropes, as if it was holding the whole sky together.

#microfiction #aiart #vss #ToadAndHeron
Toad and Heron’s Balloon Trip: 4 of 9

The basket was surrounded by pale clouds, droplets clinging to their cups.
“Rain tastes different up here,” said Heron.
“Colder,” said Toad. “Like it’s thinking about snow.”

#microfiction #aiart #vss #ToadAndHeron
Toad and Heron’s Balloon Trip: 3 of 9

They drifted over farmland, a thermos resting between their feet.
Steam curled from the thermos, but neither poured. The view was enough to drink in.

#microfiction #aiart #vss #ToadAndHeron