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"Reggie, what if the tree huggers were right?"

"Right about what?"

"That the human will one day abandon us. That the human has no intention of keeping us fed, and did it purely for his entertainment."

"Please don't tell me you're falling for that bullshit too."

"I mean, I'm not supporting our enemy obviously, but what if...?"

run my child, run and hide
run to where sun don't shine
into the darkness where truth thrive
there's nothing left back outside
be free and never look back
keep running before they get to you
and rip your life dry

What do you need?
Come dance with me.
I bring tidings
Both good and grim.

Got a question for you all while English is my second language:

Is there a difference between writing a story in present tense and past tense? Is one way better than the other? When are we supposed to use one or the other as the primary storytelling tense?


Steadily approaching them now was a wooden wagon being dragged by a komodo dragon, with a thick rope fastened between the wagon and the stubby lizard's body. The komodo dragon's thrashing movements gave the rolling wagon quite a waggle.

"There it is, the Dwagon! It'll take us to where we need to go."

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"So how do we get there?"
"We ride the Dwagon!"
"Dwagon? Do you mean dragon?"
"No! A Dwagon! It'll stop by here any moment now, you'll see."
"What is this, a draconic fetish? Are you obsessed with dragons?"

The sound of rolling wheels caught their attention.

"I just got my vaccine. The side effect is mild. In fact I feel like writing some code. I just don't think anything I write right now will compile."

"It's better that it doesn't compile, than it does..."


Then it let loose a cry. Gunfires and explosions roared across the landscape. Two women were hidden under a tattered tent, one of them holding onto a newborn infant, holding onto their dear life, literally.

"Maybe... maybe she will end the war."

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The nothingness showed it visions of the scene after its death. A family of lions came feasting on it, ignoring the rest of its herd. One deer was enough to feed many, and these lions were only looking for a meal to get by. Its sacrifice spared the lives of other deers, at least for now. It seemed very pleased.

"What would you like to be next?" The nothingness asked.

"I don't mind anything, as long as help is needed." The deer replied.

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The deer gave in, collapsed under the gaping maw of the lion. It didn't have much time to contemplate everything it had lived up to until this point, for the lion's killing blow was swift and efficient. Its consciousness quickly faded away into nothing.

In nothingness, it asked the void: "Was I a good deer?"

Fellow tooters, how do you keep and organise your ideas? Evernote? Index cards? Mind map software? Doodle boards? Sand calligraphy?

Hello, I'm Rosa. I joined to keep myself accountable with the habit of writing. I'll share my ideas, musings, drafts and maybe even microfictions here.

Feel free to ping me if you haven't seen me posted anything - don't let me slack off from my goal.

Many thanks to @matt for accepting me into this instance.