dailyprompt
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The word superstition comes from the latin word superstitio meaning “standing over” ie. that a superstition is a belief that stands over or outside of the logical standards of a time. A large part of the way we interpret this word today comes down to Christian thinkers, who used the word superstition to categorize small…
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I’ve given this question an enormous amount of thought over the years, and as time’s gone on the answer’s changed a bit. Mostly because I learn about new animals, or encounter new people, or develop new traits, or encounter a furry in the wild in such an incredibly made fursuit that it makes me want…
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I have a job that would make the vast majority of the population balk. The less sturdy among us may faint. Even within my own workplace, common occurrences become sources of trauma for individuals of other departments. Because darkest gods forbid someone with a weak stomach walk in while I’ve got a human leg on…
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I love prompts like this because they’re just so vague. Do I have limitations? What happens if I die in the swapped body? When you say “day”, do you mean the whole 24 hours or just sunrise to sunset? Could I extend the swapped period by doing everything from a plane flying east? Anyway. For…
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I laughed when I saw this prompt. A despair-anguish kind of laugh, but a laugh nonetheless. I’m American. American born, American raised, in the American Wild West. For a while, I’d dress in my red-white-and-blues for the fourth of July and cover my ears to watch the fireworks. Indulge in a burger or hotdog from…
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We don’t outgrow the things we love, not like a plant outgrows the pot its in. These things simply fall away from us when we no longer need them. Less like a too-small shirt and more like pine needles that drop off in the winter. They can always grow back. I can always pick up…
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My first computer — the first one I have clear memories of, anyway — was an off-white boxy monitor running Windows 98 on a dial-up connection. The dial-up didn’t last long, though. My whole family had to use the internet connection, and in those days my mom was still on top of her computer science…
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The act of naming is strange. As a nonbinary person, I’ve been named a number of times — by my parents, by my friends. This blog itself is written under a penname, but the name I use when I publish is no less real than the names I use with my friends or family. In…
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Look upon the polished face of the internet and ask yourself: are you having any fun? When you look something up, can you find any decent answer without tacking “+Reddit” onto the end of your query? When was the last time you watched a video uninterrupted by ad breaks? Blame Web 2.0. While Web 2.0…
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I am eclectic by nature. My habit of picking things up off the ground, of taking any plant clipping offered to me, leads to a house full of curios. However, not all of those collected objects stay very long. Twice a year, I get an itch that says its too much. This urge to delete…
