A Starting Sentence a Day

"All it took to feel confident in the Undercity was a few lessons, a little bit of knowledge, and a companion who could see in the dark."

Challenge #04136-K118: Essential Knowledge

The human and their beloved Gyiik companion opened a restaurant together. Their love taught them how to cook, they taught their beloved Gyiik how to set up for safe, human, parties. -- Anon Guest

"Economies of scale," lectured Sous Anne, displaying plates on the table before Thag the Gyiik. "A Gyiikish dinner plate is a Human share platter. A Gyiikish snack is a Human meal. A Human meal is a Havenworlder share platter, and our snacks are their meals. As for Havenworlder snacks," a tiny little plate, roughly the size of a dipping sauce bowl.

"Those have a use?" boggled Thag.

"Humans have a similar one for soy sauce when we have sushi. That's not the point. The point is that the tasting menu has to contain enough for the guest to taste, but not as much as to overwhelm them. We both love food, but nobody can love food on a Gyiikish level but your fellow Gyiiks."

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So we all know that Tumblr is US-centric. But to what degree? (and can we skew the results of this poll by posting it at a time where they should be asleep?)

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capybara

i rlly hope it gets easier soon bc i am fucking losing my mind

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"everybody hates me" factoid actually just a statistical error. The average person doesn't hate you, especially not your friends. You, a person who sits in your room experiencing self loathing every day, are an outlier adn should not have been counted.

i want 60 thousand votes by next thursday

The Count is readying the castle for his esteemed guest! There's much to be done.

A Starting Sentence a Day

"He had never in his life had to deal with so much insolence in so little time."

Challenge #04135-K117: Baby Steps

Vrax became closer to the badly harmed human. Introducing them to individuals who, though they didn't wear the uniforms, were highly trained therapists. It would take a long time, and a lot of careful, gentle, care. But this human was going to get the help they needed, even if it was in a round-about manner at first.

https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-02486-f296-some-of-parts -- Anon Guest

Nobody went homeless in the Alliance. Even if they chose not to avail themselves of the public services. There was always somewhere to take up a residence. If someone is found sleeping on a public bench, they're simply offered a place in a niche hotel[1] for the evening.

Nobody is punished for having nothing. If such a lack is revealed, the public services are offered.

Aunties are one such free-roaming services. They have a neighbourhood to patrol and regular residents to check on. Most people know to ask for help when they need it. Some need a little encouragement to recognise that they need help. One... believed they didn't deserve help. That's who Unty Vrax was working with.

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some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.