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* character(s), meme art & ft dialogue × ct
* writing & story × jb
* streaming ~ 8/4 1:07 PM EST
* taking break
* will write Chapter 15 @ 4:10 PM EST, 8/4
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14. Only Frens
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dukkie pressed the button
sold all the smol ting’s Cloud Coin bits.
w/ bits gone, cloud went bust / broke up
& suddenly wassies were falling through sky.
smolting was about to hit ground
then woke with a start ~
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“wat d hek . .”
smolting was in the microwave
mic light on, above him.
“why me sleep-ping in here?”
normally,
smolting slept in temp-controlled fridge,
& tho on occasion tanned with the mic on Heavy Defrost
like most wassies,
he preferred cooler climates for resting
as well easy-access amenities.
had a banana bread mattress -
at that thought, remembered what he was doing in the microwave ~
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he flipper-pressed the mic-door from the inside.
hopped down to the ground
opened the fridge.
“that’s why me sleep in d microwave.”
the fridge was packed, shelf-to-shelf, top-to-bottom.
“no room for smolting.”
all those Cloud Coin bits
that were bought & pumped & sold
had made smolting very rich.
right away, he stocked fridge,
not just for him but all of the wassie community.
“darn, smol.”
“damn, wat d heck, smol?”
“we were sleeping.”
“me had nitemare,” he said, “is ebrybody oke?”
groans & sighs moaned ~
“smolting, just grab midnight snakky quick, pleas,
& shut d door.”
“Grab ice-pack & go back to bed, smolting.”
because being the bigger smol,
he had let all wassies jam-pack & sleep
in the crowded fridge, while he went to mic alone.
had proposed to be on lookout.
keep watch in the microwave, on vigil, for cat.
“Me can’t sleep,” said smol, “Me tinking of cat . .”
more smol groans moaned ~
“O, smolting.”
“Grow up, smol.”
“Why you fear cat?”
“maybe he’s allergic to cats.”
“maybe smol just like dogs, okie?”
but while talk abound
only smolting knew that cat had some ancient wisdom kind of samurai training . .
never before amidst fights w sharp swords
had smolting been cut in half.
& though smolting hadn’t seen cat since,
every now & then since it happened,
smolting became nervous & worried.
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“Don’t worry, fren,”
said Pepe Frog, who got up,
stepped to smol, & gave him a hug.
“Don’t fear cat.
Come back & sleep
in fridge w us.”
Pepe Frog turned to the shelves of foods & wassies.
“Ebrybody, make room for smolting.”
Groans, huffs, & ughhs droned out as the smol tings made room.
Pepe Frog pulled the Chicken Pot Pie drawer out,
using it as a step, climbed up,
then stacked an egg carton on a load of bread,
topping it with three flights of pudding snacks,
that rose to smolting’s banana bread mattress,
wedged & smashed between two Double Chili soup cans.
“More comfort found wen sleeping in your own bed.”
said Pepe Frog, adding.
“Listen to pepe. Don’t worry about cat.”
Smolting was touched.
“Mayb Pepe right,”
said Smol.
“Maybe me just miss snacks & banana bed mattress.”
While smol tings continued adjusting & moving over,
smolting climbed the bread-egg-pudding stairway pepe had prepared for him.
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meanwhile other smols,
touched by Pepe Frog’s gesture,
also started hugging.
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smolting was on the top pudding cup, right before his banana bread
when he saw it ~
six lines, slash’d-slash’d, across the ends of his mattress
~ the banana bread ~
marked by the claws of a cat.
“A h h h ~”
Smolting fell back & down,
landed on the ground,
a pudding cup breaking open across the McDs hat on his head.
“Darn it, smol.”
“Damn, smol.”
“Hey, c’mon, wat d fak?”
Smolting looked up in fear.
“Who did that?”
smol tings looked.
no one said anyting.
“Cat was here.”
Without word, smol ting frowned,
lookied to the microwave.
“Must remain on vigil,”
said smol ting,
“On d lookout for cat.”
he added.
“Must protect wassies from threat.
Smol ting pulled out gun,
cocked pistol back, tucked it in,
& then returned to microwave,
keeping an eye out,
& in the meanwhile,
eating the pudding that had spilled across his hat.
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will do chapter 15 in 30 min. ~ 4:10 PM EST
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notes on writing
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quiknote on writer’s block
when it happens & in quest / figuring “what to write next”
maybe think in terms of direction / story arc, etc.
i.e. which way from here?
direction can help inform plot points (& narrative) to happen
& keep in mind a rhythm
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keeping a log like this when short story streaming
may help keep better track on why this / that -
i.e. idea of organizing chapter to chapter
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/ / just some quick thoughts