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Elyse M Grasso
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Iris - Side note - M.V. Nereid
The boat Dave Chandler purchased was a remodeled ex-trawler. 53' long with a 17' 6" beam, drawing 7'.
The M.V. Nereid has a single 480hp diesel engine and single screw.
On the main deck, the cabin has been extended, and (from the bow) has a bridge, head and shower (port), galley (starboard), two bunk cabins (port and starboard) with a central passage, and a saloon area, opening to a rear deck and swim deck.
Between the saloon area and the cabins is a pair of companion ways, starboard leading to the engine room, and port to below deck cabins. There is a ramp to the swimdeck with handholds left and right, to make it easier for Indigo to get up to the main deck.
Below deck there are two cabins, one bunk, adjacent to the engine room, but to starboard, and a double stateroom in the bow. Both have ensuite showers and heads.
She has sonar and radar, and a SOLAS life raft dispenser to port. To starboard is a hoist for a 8' RIB.
When Indigo is sleeping aboard, she takes the maindeck port lower bunk. Alice usually takes the upper.
When she stays aboard, Adele takes the below decks bunk, sleeping in the lower one.
The starboard above deck bunk is usually used for extra storage.
#SF #SFF #microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting #NereidIris #UrbanFantasy
Iris - Side note - M.V. Nereid
The boat Dave Chandler purchased was a remodeled ex-trawler. 53' long with a 17' 6" beam, drawing 7'.
The M.V. Nereid has a single 480hp diesel engine and single screw.
On the main deck, the cabin has been extended, and (from the bow) has a bridge, head and shower (port), galley (starboard), two bunk cabins (port and starboard) with a central passage, and a saloon area, opening to a rear deck and swim deck.
Between the saloon area and the cabins is a pair of companion ways, starboard leading to the engine room, and port to below deck cabins. There is a ramp to the swimdeck with handholds left and right, to make it easier for Indigo to get up to the main deck.
Below deck there are two cabins, one bunk, adjacent to the engine room, but to starboard, and a double stateroom in the bow. Both have ensuite showers and heads.
She has sonar and radar, and a SOLAS life raft dispenser to port. To starboard is a hoist for a 8' RIB.
When Indigo is sleeping aboard, she takes the maindeck port lower bunk. Alice usually takes the upper.
When she stays aboard, Adele takes the below decks bunk, sleeping in the lower one.
The starboard above deck bunk is usually used for extra storage.
#SF #SFF #microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting #NereidIris #UrbanFantasy
Elyse M Grasso
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Crow With No Name: Part 2
#Wss366 Redundant #MastoPrompt Lung #ScribesAndMakers Hogwash
I was definitely tripping. Wings? Feathers? I’d been dosed!
The world was full of psychedelic colors, some of which I couldn't identify. The sidewalk wasn't flat anymore. It was layered and cross-hatched with patterns and shadows that I had walked over a thousand times without ever truly seeing. The witch’s vial rolled lazily, a drop of liquid still in it—its taste bitter on my tongue.
Meaning flooded me. The shiny wrapper fluttering in the wind: sweetness clinging to foil. The neighbor—I already knew her: yelling, sudden hands, jerky steps that cut the air wrong. Her form shrieked like a warning siren.
She seemed to offer me a bag of treats: nasty-yellow; awful-gritty-browns; tasty-soggy-golden-flakes; yummy-meat-hollow bones.
It was #hogwash! Best to stay away. I didn’t decide that. I just knew.
None of it was #redundant: motion-sight, all saturated with meaning.
I was in the air before I knew it: Threat-Motion-Arm! I filled my lungs and let out a warning screech so that everyone would know. “Warning, Bad lady!”
I was free of the earth. “Caw, caw,” I cried. “I’m here!”
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy
Crow With No Name: Part 1
#Wss366 caravan #MastoPrompt quaint
I sat on the porch of my #caravan—that’s what my best friend Rebekka-san calls it. She's a #quaint little British witch—and thought about what I was going to do with my life. In the background, the radio played an old "America" song, “A Horse with No Name.”
I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert, you can’t remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
“Wish it was me,” I thought.
My girlfriend dumped me because her parents didn’t like her dating a foreigner, especially another girl. College had been a bust. I had three degrees and a prodigious student loan debt, but no job prospects. All the places I’d considered working had been closed due to funding shortages or had hiring freezes. Outside of academia, who needed someone with degrees in medieval studies, Asian mythology, and mystic psychology? The last degree was from Antioch—a roll-your-own degree—and when people saw it, they said, “What the fuck?” Maybe not exactly, but words to that effect.
I felt like ending it all. Enough said.
In my hand was a vial given to me by Rebekka-san’s friend Abiru-san. She was a real joker, so I assumed the vial was one of her pranks. You know, something like castor oil or gall. "Drink this if you reach the end of your rope," she’d said, laughing. But maybe it wasn’t a joke—she was a witch after all.
“Ugh, that was…” I started but finished with, “Crickey crack.”
What had just happened? Had it frozen my vocal cords?
The world looked funny. What was in this stuff?
Holy shit! Black feathers!
Was it a hallucinogen? Acid!?
I must be tripping my brains out. I had wings!
Crow With No Name: Part 2
#Wss366 Redundant #MastoPrompt Lung #ScribesAndMakers Hogwash
I was definitely tripping. Wings? Feathers? I’d been dosed!
The world was full of psychedelic colors, some of which I couldn't identify. The sidewalk wasn't flat anymore. It was layered and cross-hatched with patterns and shadows that I had walked over a thousand times without ever truly seeing. The witch’s vial rolled lazily, a drop of liquid still in it—its taste bitter on my tongue.
Meaning flooded me. The shiny wrapper fluttering in the wind: sweetness clinging to foil. The neighbor—I already knew her: yelling, sudden hands, jerky steps that cut the air wrong. Her form shrieked like a warning siren.
She seemed to offer me a bag of treats: nasty-yellow; awful-gritty-browns; tasty-soggy-golden-flakes; yummy-meat-hollow bones.
It was #hogwash! Best to stay away. I didn’t decide that. I just knew.
None of it was #redundant: motion-sight, all saturated with meaning.
I was in the air before I knew it: Threat-Motion-Arm! I filled my lungs and let out a warning screech so that everyone would know. “Warning, Bad lady!”
I was free of the earth. “Caw, caw,” I cried. “I’m here!”
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy