For Love of a Konbini Idol, I Fought a Cult
Chapter 89 Released:
?月駅 (Kisaragi) キサラギ
By Nara Moore
Ume and Shishi, along with their gun-toting friends, arrive at the famous haunted Kisaragi Station.
Tags: #KonbiniIdol #Yuri #Mythpunk #UrbanFantasy #Fantasy #LightNovel #LGBTQ #Romance #LGBTQIA #Queer #SappficRomance #SapphicBooks #QueerRomance #PIXIV #AO3
#WordWeavers 6 Feb: Share an important or fun lesson you’ve learned as a writer.
I found a name that fits what I write. I don't write to the box, but the box is reasonably comfortable.
It's more fun than anything, because it makes no difference to what I write.
It was also fun seeing some of my favorite authors listed as examples.
For Love of a Konbini Idol, I Fought a Cult
Chapter 88 Released:
Pigeon Train 鳩列車
By Nara Moore
All aboard for the train to Katasu, Kisaragi, and Yama.
Tags: #KonbiniIdol #Yuri #Mythpunk #UrbanFantasy #Fantasy #LightNovel #LGBTQ #Romance #LGBTQIA #Queer #SappficRomance #SapphicBooks #QueerRomance #PIXIV #AO3
For Love of a Konbini Idol, I Fought a Cult
Chapter 87 Released:
比奈 (Hina) ひな
By Nara Moore
Let’s all meet up at Hina Station, but which one’s are you?
Tags: #KonbiniIdol #Yuri #Mythpunk #UrbanFantasy #Fantasy #LightNovel #LGBTQ #Romance #LGBTQIA #Queer #SappficRomance #SapphicBooks #QueerRomance #PIXIV #AO3 #Yokai
For Love of a Konbini Idol, I Fought a Cult
Chapter 86 Released:
Cafe 169カフェ169
By Nara Moore
It’s time to confront Mikawa, time to stop running. (Hiccup. )
Tags: #KonbiniIdol #Yuri #Mythpunk #UrbanFantasy #Fantasy #LightNovel #LGBTQ #Romance #LGBTQIA #Queer #SappficRomance #SapphicBooks #QueerRomance #PIXIV #AO3
For Love of a Konbini Idol, I Fought a Cult
Chapter 85 Released:
Nobility of a Baroque Two-Timer
バロックの二股男の気高さ
By Nara Moore
Ume shines!
Join Ume & her family as their relationships develop. In a creepy world where “love” never dies
Tags: #KonbiniIdol #Yuri #Mythpunk #UrbanFantasy #Fantasy #LightNovel #LGBTQ #Romance #LGBTQIA #Queer #SappficRomance #SapphicBooks #QueerRomance #PIXIV #AO3
#PennedPossibilities 900 — Share a piece of lore from your WIP.
True History
Legend
My World
#Heian #Mythpunk #UrbanFantasy #JapaneseHistory #NMPP #NMPrompts
For Love of a Konbini Idol, I Fought a Cult
Chapter 84 Released:
Ushi no Koku Mairi 丑の刻参り
By Nara Moore
In the forest of karmic entanglement, a breadcrumb trail is revealed.
Join Ume & her family as their relationships develop. In a creepy world where “love” never dies
Tags: #KonbiniIdol #Yuri #Mythpunk #UrbanFantasy #Fantasy #LightNovel #LGBTQ #Romance #LGBTQIA #Queer #SappficRomance #SapphicBooks #QueerRomance #PIXIV #AO3 #Yokai #Cult
For Love of a Konbini Idol, I Fought a Cult
Chapter 84 Released: Curses and Karmic Consequences 呪いと因果応報
By Nara Moore
All actions have karmic consequences.
Join Ume & her family as their relationships develop. In a creepy world where “love” never dies
Tags: #KonbiniIdol #Yuri #Mythpunk #UrbanFantasy #Fantasy #LightNovel #LGBTQ #Romance #LGBTQIA #Queer #SappficRomance #SapphicBooks #QueerRomance #Serial #PIXIV #AO3 #Yokai #Cult #COVID
#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: This One is Just Right
-> #Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt #TimeTravelAuthors 25. Midnight?
Above me towered the bronze statue of Peter the Great, snow clinging to his horse’s back. In the background, the voices of a choir rose, drowning out the sound of machine gunfire.
I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was time for a change
I killed the Czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
The cacophony was so loud that I almost missed the voice saying, “Папа, папа.” If it hadn’t been for the tone, I would’ve missed it. Claire was calling me.
I tried to turn toward her but realized that I couldn’t move. It was like sleep paralysis, where everything was frozen except my eyes. When I squinted to the side, I looked out over a sparkling white field, like a #park or city plaza. It was a flat expanse cut in half by a glass plane that curved overhead. Through it towered the distorted shape of a can of red bean soup. Beyond that, I could see the inside of the cabin facing the bedroom. Floating above it all was Claire’s distorted, terrified face.
Somewhere, a clock tolled the hour. Claire turned and walked toward the bedroom. The choir fell #silent, and the gunfire faded and vanished. Each booming chime broke the silence, stirring the snow. Large flakes drifted down, dislodged from the statue above.
In the bedroom, three shadows danced in the air like smoke from a plague pyre.
“This noose is too big.”
“No!” I silently screamed, struggling to move.
“This noose is too sloppy.”
Peter the Great grinned down at me, his once solemn face now leering. It was a twisted smile that all but laughed.
The clock struck midnight.
“But this noose is just right.”
#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: And This One is Too Cold
#Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt 12/14 #TimeTravelAuthors 12/13 #WordWeavers 12/14: injuries
“We need to get out of here!” I yelled as soon as I had recovered from seeing my wife burned at the stake.
“We can’t leave her,” Claire sobbed. But I knew my duty and what Rebecca would have wanted. That was to get our daughter to safety. I could return here with a priest or a medium or someone else—anyone—to see if we could recall Rebecca.
I grabbed Claire and dragged her to the door. She kicked and screamed. Her nails tore at my hands, but I held on. Finally, she broke free when I tried to open the cabin door.
For a second, I was paralyzed, torn between opening the door and catching her again. Then, there was a #popping noise, and I felt a sharp pain run down my back. Only after I’d hit the floor did I realize what had happened. I had thrown out my back while trying to do both.
It was an old injury, but when it went out, I couldn’t move for weeks.
Paralyzed, I watched Claire run to the bedroom, screaming her mother’s name. “Rebecca! Mommy!
Then silence fell.
“Claire, honey. Help me.” I called. “We need to get out of here so we can bring someone back to rescue Mom.” I wasn’t #optimistic, though. Laying her soul to rest was probably the best we could do.
I waited, #hoping I’d convinced Claire.
“Okay,” she replied, coming out of the bedroom. Sparkling white gems dangled from the torn fabric of her white dress. The words “Anastasia screamed in vain” came to me from somewhere.
I shivered when she spoke again, in a #faraway, forlorn voice: “They came for them. Мама, папа.”
Slowly, her eyes focused.
“I’ll help you, папа,” she continued, her voice still dreamy.
She re-entered the bedroom, where I could see her next to a chest of drawers. When she pulled out the first drawer, she dumped it out. Clothes, a length of rope, and other odds clattered to the floor.
“This one is too messy,” she chanted. I heard the next drawer and chant, “And this one is too empty.”
Finally, she opened the bottom drawer and took something out.
“And this one is so cute. The Santa looks just like you, папа.”
She held a snow globe depicting Santa in a town square. In the background, a palace stood amid snowdrifts. When she shook it, snow flew—dazzling, blinding, a sheet that obscured the room.
She repeated, “Just like you.”
The snow brushed my face. In the background, I heard a horse scream and a gunshot.
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For Love of a Konbini Idol, I Fought a Cult
Chapter 83 Released
Curses & Karmic Consequences
呪いと因果応報
By Nara Moore
All actions have karmic consequences.
Join Ume & her family as their relationships develop. In a creepy world where “love” never dies
Tags: #KonbiniIdol #Yuri #Mythpunk #UrbanFantasy #Fantasy #LightNovel #LGBTQ #Romance #LGBTQIA #Queer ##SappficRomance #SapphicBooks #QueerRomance #Serial #PIXIV #AO3 #Karma
Goldilocks and Brunhilde
#FanFiction @stevendbrewer – Bear and Forrest Stories
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt 12/4 #PIXIVCharitySanta
The Volpex Picnic Park’s bear stopped and took a puff of his smoke. There was only the back area to check, and then he could take a nap. He looked forward to a lazy, warm winter day. Very few people used the park during the winter, even on a bright sunny day like this.
The exception was Brunhilde’s family. He could count on her and her mom stopping by on any pleasant weekend. And sure enough, there was their car driving away.
He smiled. Their going home would make things easier. He liked Brunhilde, but she was a handful.
That was why the whimpering issuing from their favorite site surprised him.
The bear quietly put out his cigarette, entered the site, and found Brunhilde sobbing, a book clutched to her chest. The family's picnic things were on the table, but an ice chest was turned over on its side, empty.
“Now, now,” the bear said patting her on the back. Then, as gently as possible, he asked, “What’s wrong?”
The girl turned her tear-stained face up to look at the bear. “Nothing,” she said, wiping her nose with her sleeve.
“Big girls don’t cry over nothing,” Bear said, #brushing away her tears with the back of his paw. It scratched a bit, but seemed to comfort Brunhilde.
Bear continued, “It has to be something important for them to cry over. So what is it?”
“Masked bandits stole our picnic food, and Mom went to town to buy more. But she broke her promise to read to me.”
“That must have been Riteka Raccoon and her gang. I’ll deal with them later.”
Brunhilde held out the book. “Would you read to me, Mr. Bear?”
The bear looked at the book, squinting, trying to make out the title. “I know! Why don’t YOU read to me!”
“Oh,” Brunhilde said. “I’d love that.” A smile adorned her face. Any sign of #moping had disappeared.
She hurriedly opened the book and began, “Once upon a time, there was a girl named Goldilocks…”
“'…Someone is in my bed, and she is still there!' Goldilocks woke up and saw the three bears, screamed, and ran out of the house, never to return.”
Finished, Brunhilde asked, “Did you like the story, Mr. Bear?”
“It’s not the version I know, but I loved it.”
Suddenly, Forrest screamed from a nearby tree where they had been listening, “His version includes, ‘She took a puff of the cigar and said, “This is too strong.”’”
Brunhilde never heard the rest because Bear started throwing pinecones at Forrest.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMV366 #NMFic #Mythpunk #SliceOfLife
#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: This One is too Hot: Part 2
#Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt
Clair meanwhile, had drifted to the bookshelf. “They’re bound funny,” she called over to us.
“It’s just leather,” Rebecca said. Her face was red from blowing on the fire, but it was going now and had begun to warm the room.
“No, they’re icky, all crinkly to the touch and slimy. They make you feel weird.”
“Then don’t touch them,” I said.
“But they’re interesting,” Clair replied.
I shrugged and turned to Rebecca, saying, “She’s our daughter, all right.” Rebecca nodded.
“This book is too hard, but you might like this one.” Clair handed me a thick book. On the spine was written “Das Kapital. Kritik der Politischen Ökonomie.”
Clair was right; it made you feel funny: sad, like you were listening to someone crying. For a moment, I thought I heard someone shouting in Russian, followed by a scream.
“And this one is too simple,” Anastasia said, waking me from my daydream. She handed a copy of “Lang’s Blue Fairy Tales” to Rebecca.
I blinked; the room was fuzzy. “Anastasia?” That wasn’t right. I meant Clair. That was my daughter’s name.
Puzzled at my confusion, I watched her walk to the bookshelf again. Her white dress sparkled in the firelight.
She took out a third book. “#Dope! This one is just right,” she said in an odd voice: distant and sinister. She was holding a copy of “Ivanhoe Continued: The Burning of Rebecca.”
“Ah,” Rebecca gasped. I turned, expecting her to object to the “Goldilocks” game again, only she wasn’t there. All that was there was the wall, stove, and blaze in the fireplace, all seen as if in a distorted mirror.
“Mom?” Claire said and walked past me—diamonds draped her snow-white dress—she stopped at the fireplace, gazing at the blaze, which was going nicely, making the air smell faintly of pine smoke. Then I choked as a whiff of burned meat reached me.
Clair screamed, “Mom!” and pointed to the fire.
Wreathed in fire was the image of the woman I loved tied to a stake. The flames licked around her. You could all but her screams. Rebecca. Our Rebecca was there. Ivanhoe’s Rebecca. A witch burning for our sins.
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#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #NMFic #NMV366 #NMSAM #Ivanhoe
#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates: This One is too Hot: Part 1
#Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt
Rebecca closed the cabin door, shutting out the winter wind and snow that blew in. Our breath hung in clouds in the still, cold air of the room. We might be trespassing, but it was better than sitting in our stalled car.
I called out again, “Anyone home? Sorry for intruding, but our car broke down, and it’s freezing.”
Again, there was no response. The owners had probably gone to town to avoid the blizzard that was in the forecast.
We really shouldn’t have been on the road, but Grandma had grown tired of us and had hinted, “Thanksgiving is over. Wouldn’t you prefer sleeping in your own beds?”
My girlfriend moved past me to the fireplace. “I’ll light a fire. Why don’t you see if there’s food? We can leave money on the table when we leave to pay for any inconvenience.”
Clair had already begun exploring and called from the door at the far side of the room. “It’s a bedroom with three beds: one big, one small, and one in between. This one is too…”
“Don’t say it,” Rebecca called to her. I wasn’t sure why the joke bothered her so much, but it did. Rebecca had always been the stricter of the two of us and got peeved if I interfered, so I kept silent.
While the two did their thing, I began looking for food. The can on the table proved to be red bean soup made by a Japanese company. I’d always thought a sweet bean drink was weird, but I guessed it was popular. It was funny finding it here in the middle of the Bitterroot Mountains, and I wondered if the owners were Japanese.
A cupboard next to the stove proved more fruitful. There was some cup ramen, tins of diced tomatoes, a package of sun-dried #prunes, and a couple of kilos of rice.
Part 2 in the next post
#TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #NMFic #NMV366 #NMSAM #Ivanhoe
For Love of a Konbini Idol, I Fought a Cult
Chapter 82 Released
Kodoku 蠱毒
By Nara Moore
Artist: Mai-sensei
Visions of the past, Empress Takiyasha-tenno, her frog familiar, and the cursed arena of poison, the kodoku ritual.
Join Ume & her family as their relationships develop. In a creepy world where “love” never dies
Tags: #KonbiniIdol #Yuri #Mythpunk #UrbanFantasy #Fantasy #LightNovel #LGBTQ #Romance #LGBTQIA #Queer ##SappficRomance #SapphicBooks #QueerRomance #Serial #PIXIV #AO3 #Yokai
Odyssey
#Wss366 11/25
She #plied him with wine and then poppy. Her charms swirled in that dusky haze as her raven tresses brushed his face, and the sounds of war and the smell of Troy burning blurred and faded.
The next morning, she had a new lapdog. He was too pretty to become swine.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #Odyssey #Ulysses #Circe #NMV366 #NMFic #Mythpunk
Ryūsei no Manzara 龍静の満盞
Konbini Idol Side Stories
Chapter 3 Released
From Sister with Love?
愛を込めて、姉より？
By Nara Moore
Artist: Mai-sensei
Kan-chan waits with bated breath for the bowl to reveal her dreaded secret.
Tags: #KonbiniIdol #Yuri #Mythpunk #UrbanFantasy #Fantasy #LGBTQ #Romance #LGBTQIA #Queer #SappficRomance #SapphicBooks #QueerRomance #Serial #PIXIV #AO3
#Goldilocks and Three Grim Fates
#Mythpunk #Horror
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt #ScribesAndMakers 11/22
“...But I did not shoot the #deputy…” Bob Marley’s wail trailed off as our car stalled.
“I told you to get the car checked,” Rebecca said.
“I did. The mechanic said it was in A1 shape, just some minor gremlins in the electrical system.”
From the back, Claire added, "Or a plot to get two lovely ladies alone on a lonely country road." I could picture her shaking her golden, sausage-curls as she said it, a sly grin on her face.
“Cute,” I replied. I could always count on my daughter to say something clever. But she was right; it was a lonely road. Trees hemmed us in, and large fluffy flakes drifted down between them.
To our left was a yellow steel gate with a “No Trespassing” sign. Beyond, the occasional moon #illuminated a rustic cabin. Weeds poked through the snow casting shadows like claws. The only welcoming thing in the scene was a path where someone had trampled the snow, leading to the building.
“I know it says no trespassing, but I’m going to see if someone is home,” I said, opening the car door.
A blast of arctic air met me, smelling of an upcoming storm. I shivered and pulled my coat tighter.
My girlfriend and her daughter joined me. The younger one explained, “No way we’re letting you leave us. Everyone knows ‘Jack the Gripper’ preys on beauties left alone in stalled cars.”
“It’s ‘Jack the Ripper,’” Rebecca corrected.
“Nya ayh, it’s ‘Jack the Gripper.’ He’s from the game ‘Seven Maidens House.’”
It was too cold for this debate, so I walked over to the gate, which was fortunately unlocked.
The snow on the path crunched underfoot, leaving footprints. The dark, empty windows of the cabin didn’t encourage me. Still, a phone line running to it tempted me onward.
Silence met the door’s rattle when I knocked. I knocked louder, thinking perhaps the owner was asleep. This was also met with silence.
“That's weird,” I heard Rebecca say. “Three mailboxes.”
“This one is too big. And this one is too dented. But this one is just right!”
“Don’t say #cursed things,” Rebecca reprimanded Claire.
“I’m going to see if it’s unlocked,” I called over my shoulder, interrupting their squabbling.
To my surprise, the door opened easily, and flicking a switch produced a warm electric light.
The building’s interior was cozy. Three rocking chairs stood in front of a fireplace with wood stacked next to it. A handleless hatchet rested against the pile. To one side, there was a wood stove with more wood. A single frying pan rested on it. In the center of the room was a table with a cheery, red-checkered tablecloth, three place settings, and a mystery soup can. I guessed the door in the back led to a bedroom.
The room's most surprising feature was a ceiling-high bookshelf crammed with leather-bound books. They weren't the collector's type with gold trim and fancy titles, but old volumes weathered by time.
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Ryūsei no Manzara 龍静の満盞
Konbini Idol Side Stories
Chapter 2 Released
Spirited Away 神隠し
By Nara Moore
Artist: Mai-sensei
Finished with Tomo-san, the scrying bowl caught the thoughts of Ume-san. What will it tell her?
Tags: #KonbiniIdol #Yuri #Mythpunk #UrbanFantasy #Fantasy #LGBTQ #Romance #LGBTQIA #Queer #SappficRomance #SapphicBooks #QueerRomance #Serial #PIXIV #AO3 #Yokai
