He said it was magic, and we said there was no such thing. He shook his head, not like someone saying No to you asking for another cookie, but someone who didn’t believe what he’d just heard. He pulled it out of his pocket, a circle, and dropped it on the cement.
Miguel, lovely to have you back and loved your bubble tail. I was lost under piles of admin that last few days which is why I didn't get to write the "piles" prompt. But I've found time now for Bubble
The internet crashes again. Once more I am caught in the bubble of my own cascading thoughts. The counselor had said to just check out this site, this blog, this photograph if things got tough. I watch the whirling blue line spin its circle. Never quite touching its tail. Waiting for the reconnect. Waiting to escape my destructive bubble
Double, double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble...
Perhaps the prophesy to Macbeth that he would be king, but that Banquos descendant would inherit the throne, reminded her of the current regime. Macbeth murdered many to stop the end of the prophesy, which equated to the current devastation.
He puckered his lips to blow. "Gently," his mama whispered, holding the wand up. A puff far too strong and short sent the shimmering liquid off in a spray. His lower lip trembled. "Try again," she urged. He frowned in concentration, and with a long slow exhale, transformed the iridescent film into a sphere that drifted off on the breeze.
lol. I wouldn’t know. As a lifelong asthmatic, I’ve never smoked nor vaped. The only substance I inhale is the steroid that keeps me breathing and fresh air!
“sometimes,” she said, slipping her head off her shoulders, “the best headache relief is removal.”
I stared in shock as she gently placed it in a jar of peroxide, bubbles forming to carry pain impulses out of the tissues and release them. Horrified and wildly intrigued, my stomach lurched as I rose from my chair and nervously approached the jar.
The AI bubble burst, hitting Rey hard. He had invested so much of his time, talent and treasure in it, worshipping at the alter of efficiency. Imagine not having to depend on finicky artists and writers with their ridiculous schedules. Stupid public couldn’t tell anyway.
He needed a big score. Crypto. That was the next big thing, he was sure.
I always had trouble with speech, so people thought I was stupid. They gave me nicknames like Space Cadet or Bubbles, but I didn't mind; I figured it was better stategy if they underestimated me. When I got promoted, my former colleagues were astonished. I proudly grinned at the plaque on my door, reading "Bubbles Malone, CEO." Talkin' ain't everything!
She came from Heaven, traveling hundreds of meters to visit her sisters. The journey was hard, and she changed color, size and shape several times, but she never lost her way, and she traveled, fertilizing fields and quenching the thirst of souls.
Even when they turn into rain, the drops wish to return to the seas from which they came
...was maybe two days after he arrived. Felson bursts into the 19th hole wearing a look of abject horror.
"We're dead! Or it's a computer simulation! There's an EDGE!!! Surrounding the golf course! That ain't an ocean out there! It's THE NOTHING!!! THE CLIFFS OF DOOM!!!"
He didn't get the response he'd hoped.
They all nonchalantly huffed and returned to their drinks. The new kid, you know.
But Larry gives him a manly jab on the arm. "Don't worry, Kid. You'll get used to it. This is the Underworld, remember. Our own little bubble of heaven. Let me get ya a drink."
Felson gulps. Then gulps again. "Are there others? Other bubbles?"
Larry turns serious, which rarely happens here, trust me on that one. "Sure, Kid. But you really, really don't wanna go there."
Felson's eyes narrow. "Oh yeah? And why might that be, Larry...?"
[to be continued...]
...
Yeah, I know, I am a habitual overdoser. Forgive me. I know not what I do.
I wanted to add more, but rules is rules...
He said it was magic, and we said there was no such thing. He shook his head, not like someone saying No to you asking for another cookie, but someone who didn’t believe what he’d just heard. He pulled it out of his pocket, a circle, and dropped it on the cement.
“Step in.”
It grew and bubbled around us.
PROMPT: BUBBLE
THE LAKE
They’d heard the stories.
Legends about a monster in the lake, meant to scare away scavengers.
But there was treasure out there, and they were determined to find it.
So they set sail.
By the time they saw the bubbles around them, it was too late.
Something was surfacing.
And from the sounds it was making, it was very hungry… 😎
Miguel, lovely to have you back and loved your bubble tail. I was lost under piles of admin that last few days which is why I didn't get to write the "piles" prompt. But I've found time now for Bubble
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Bubble 60mg
The internet crashes again. Once more I am caught in the bubble of my own cascading thoughts. The counselor had said to just check out this site, this blog, this photograph if things got tough. I watch the whirling blue line spin its circle. Never quite touching its tail. Waiting for the reconnect. Waiting to escape my destructive bubble
Microdosing Fiction - 60mg of Bubbles
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He remembered walking under the sun. He must have been sweating, and they stopped at a shop.
They ordered him Coke, served in a clear tall glass filled with ice cubes.
He watched the bubbles, and peeked through the glass, at the woman’s smiling face.
It’s one of his fondest memories, his first trip home together with his new parents.
Aw that is so beautiful
Thank you Diane :)
What a selection bubbled to the surface … great prompt, excellent responses!
Haha. Great pun!
🙌
Double, double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble...
Perhaps the prophesy to Macbeth that he would be king, but that Banquos descendant would inherit the throne, reminded her of the current regime. Macbeth murdered many to stop the end of the prophesy, which equated to the current devastation.
Would be end be the same? She desired so.
60mg of a bubble
A bubble swells in gilded hands,
DTEM—false promised lands.
*
Crypto kings and hollow schemes,
authoritarian fever dreams.
*
Regimes rise, crash and burn,
markets twist, the faithful learn.
*
Blame is whispered, never owned,
power hoards while trust erodes.
*
A mess remains, yet they claim—
the system’s fine, you are to blame.
*
Lies explode, wealth turns to dust,
hope betrayed, deception’s lust.
Oh that is so so good. I was reading "Stolen Focus" and how that talks of "the system's fine, you are to blame"
Thank you Diane, I am happy it spoke to you.
Prompt Bubble / 60 Words
Off the Saipan coast, the U.S.S. Kingfisher is church quiet.
An almost inaudible whisper. “Holding 300 ft.” The baby faced helmsman’s eyes, holding hopeful fear, glued to his captain. Boat lights flicker.
Whisper returned. “Zero trim, zero bubble” Commander Enright stares upward, listening. His khaki shirt, sweat drenched. “Steady son.”
Tense eyes meet.
First depth charge explodes.
Close.
He puckered his lips to blow. "Gently," his mama whispered, holding the wand up. A puff far too strong and short sent the shimmering liquid off in a spray. His lower lip trembled. "Try again," she urged. He frowned in concentration, and with a long slow exhale, transformed the iridescent film into a sphere that drifted off on the breeze.
Aw, that’s so cute! For some reason the first and second sentence made me think of someone teaching someone else how to use a vape pen lol.
lol. I wouldn’t know. As a lifelong asthmatic, I’ve never smoked nor vaped. The only substance I inhale is the steroid that keeps me breathing and fresh air!
“sometimes,” she said, slipping her head off her shoulders, “the best headache relief is removal.”
I stared in shock as she gently placed it in a jar of peroxide, bubbles forming to carry pain impulses out of the tissues and release them. Horrified and wildly intrigued, my stomach lurched as I rose from my chair and nervously approached the jar.
Thanks for joining in Sarah!❤️
Mrs. Miller introduced me to your sub the other day and I am taken with the idea. Thanks for hosting it!
Bubble - 60 mg
The AI bubble burst, hitting Rey hard. He had invested so much of his time, talent and treasure in it, worshipping at the alter of efficiency. Imagine not having to depend on finicky artists and writers with their ridiculous schedules. Stupid public couldn’t tell anyway.
He needed a big score. Crypto. That was the next big thing, he was sure.
Crypto is a safe bet, trust me bro.
“I know you think I live in a bubble—“
“That’s not what I said.”
“But I do live in a bubble. And so do you.”
“That’s beside the point though.”
“Is it? Isn’t it really about being frustrated we can’t change each other’s minds?”
“I never said I wanted to change your mind.”
“That doesn’t make it any less true.”
I always had trouble with speech, so people thought I was stupid. They gave me nicknames like Space Cadet or Bubbles, but I didn't mind; I figured it was better stategy if they underestimated me. When I got promoted, my former colleagues were astonished. I proudly grinned at the plaque on my door, reading "Bubbles Malone, CEO." Talkin' ain't everything!
Love this!!
Thank you!
💛✍️💛
lol So, there!
My 60 mg of a Bubble
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She came from Heaven, traveling hundreds of meters to visit her sisters. The journey was hard, and she changed color, size and shape several times, but she never lost her way, and she traveled, fertilizing fields and quenching the thirst of souls.
Even when they turn into rain, the drops wish to return to the seas from which they came
...was maybe two days after he arrived. Felson bursts into the 19th hole wearing a look of abject horror.
"We're dead! Or it's a computer simulation! There's an EDGE!!! Surrounding the golf course! That ain't an ocean out there! It's THE NOTHING!!! THE CLIFFS OF DOOM!!!"
He didn't get the response he'd hoped.
They all nonchalantly huffed and returned to their drinks. The new kid, you know.
But Larry gives him a manly jab on the arm. "Don't worry, Kid. You'll get used to it. This is the Underworld, remember. Our own little bubble of heaven. Let me get ya a drink."
Felson gulps. Then gulps again. "Are there others? Other bubbles?"
Larry turns serious, which rarely happens here, trust me on that one. "Sure, Kid. But you really, really don't wanna go there."
Felson's eyes narrow. "Oh yeah? And why might that be, Larry...?"
[to be continued...]
...
Yeah, I know, I am a habitual overdoser. Forgive me. I know not what I do.
It never ceases to amaze me how much depth you can squeeze into such a small space. Here's my entry for today's prompt.
The bubble clung to the wand, trembling.
“What if I pop?” it whispered.
The wind called, the sun sparkled, the sky stretched wide with possibilities. But fear held it back.
One by one, others soared—floating, laughing, living.
The bottle emptied. The wand dried.
The bubble had never left, never lived, never popped.
Just… nothing.
lovely
Weight of the word is not by the number of letters, and depth of a story is not meassured in words 🤔
What’s the weight of a bubble 😉