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Dark Holme Publishing<p>📦 The first copies of Dark Descent: Whispers from Beyond are arriving.<br>Tag us in your post, share your favourite story—or whisper back the line that still echoes in your head.</p><p>📖<br>Amazon ➤ <a href="https://amzn.eu/d/0wNo5kj" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://</span><span class="">amzn.eu/d/0wNo5kj</span><span class="invisible"></span></a><br>Dark Holme ➤ <a href="https://www.darkholmepublishing.uk/category/dark-descent-whispers-from-beyond-anthologies" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://www.</span><span class="ellipsis">darkholmepublishing.uk/categor</span><span class="invisible">y/dark-descent-whispers-from-beyond-anthologies</span></a><br>You’ve been warned. You came anyway.<br>www.darkholmepublishing.uk</p><p><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/bookstodon" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>bookstodon</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/horrorcommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>horrorcommunity</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/readingcommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>readingcommunity</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/darkfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>darkfiction</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/indiehorror" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>indiehorror</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>microfiction</span></a></p>
MicroWriting Wolf<p>'Help!' the young goblin woman shouted as she clung to a pillar while slimes surrounded it and hopped up at her.</p><p>The adventurer sniggered and shooed the slimes away. 'Do you like being saved by me so much?'</p><p>She lowered herself and blushed. 'Don't be cocky! My plan to subjugate you just hit a small snag this time.' she said and hurried away. 'I'll defeat you next time!'</p><p>He pondered telling her he only keeps returning to this dungeon because of her cuteness.</p><p><a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/MicroFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>MicroFiction</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/fantasy" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>fantasy</span></a></p>
Steven Cudahy<p>The <a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/MastoPrompt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>MastoPrompt</span></a> for Wednesday 6 August 2025 is:</p><p><a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/hag" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>hag</span></a></p><p>The poem or story can include the prompt word or be about the prompt word.</p><p>@ me, if you like, or just include the <a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/MastoPrompt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>MastoPrompt</span></a> tag (to allow people to follow or filter their feeds), or keep your work to yourself - all the options are good as long as you're writing.</p><p>If you're including an image please do include alt-text if you’re able to. </p><p><a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/Writing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Writing</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/SmallPoem" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>SmallPoem</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/Poetry" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Poetry</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/Fiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Fiction</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/MicroFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>MicroFiction</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/SmallStories" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>SmallStories</span></a></p>
♞ Pixel Prophecy 🇵🇸🇺🇦🇪🇺<p>And before I go to bed, here’s something I wrote today. Goodnight! 😊✨</p><p><a href="https://mastodon.gamedev.place/tags/story" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>story</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.gamedev.place/tags/writing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>writing</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.gamedev.place/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>microfiction</span></a></p>
Asakiyume<p>Cally's mom was submerged in the hot spring pool up to her neck, a blissful expression on her face. What was so great about hot, smelly water?</p><p>"Mom. Mom! If humans like soaking in special water, do you think fish like to soak in special <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/air" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>air</span></a>?"</p><p>"Mmmm," was all her mom said in reply. </p><p>Cally rolled her eyes.</p><p>Far away, by the Hunga Tonga-Hunga Ha'apai underwater volcano, the tubeworms were excitedly trying to predict what gases they might experience in the next eruption.</p><p><a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>wss366</span></a> <a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>microfiction</span></a></p>
Kit Bashir<p>I don’t care if it’s a shortcut between worlds, stay the fuck out of my wardrobe. Jadis H Charn on a sleigh, do you kids even understand the concept of privacy?</p><p><a href="https://aus.social/tags/Tootfic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Tootfic</span></a> <a href="https://aus.social/tags/MicroFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>MicroFiction</span></a> <a href="https://aus.social/tags/PowerOnStoryToot" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>PowerOnStoryToot</span></a></p>
quangobaud<p><a href="https://kolektiva.social/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>microfiction</span></a> <a href="https://kolektiva.social/tags/Mastodon" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Mastodon</span></a> </p><p>Many interesting things began happening in The Fediverse. </p><p>Possible AI accounts. More scams. Restricting of Reach. Targeting of Anti-Genocide Accounts. Sentient Bosoms controlling their Owners making them post Chirps. The UK government shutting down Wikipedia. Cats organising. </p><p>Endless fun.</p>
Elise-Tessiah (Is Fine)<p>"Here." I said throwing a duffle <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/bag" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>bag</span></a> on her bed.</p><p>"You won't miss it." She said before noticing the name of a dead man printed on it. "Oh yeah."</p><p>"I''ll leave you to pack."</p><p>"Stay. We only have a few hours left together."</p><p>I sat on the bed and she sat beside me. Her hand on my lap. </p><p>"Will I ever see you again?" She asked in such a small voice. "When things change?"</p><p>"Alive, I hope."</p><p><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/mastoprompt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>mastoprompt</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/bag" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>bag</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/fiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>fiction</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/shortstory" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>shortstory</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>microfiction</span></a></p>
rdm<p>It's Friday around 9pm, and we're driving home from dinner at the pub. </p><p>Charlie has her seat laid back a bit, and is chewing her bottom lip a little. </p><p>"Love, you have your thinking face on." I say.<br>"Hmm. Yes."<br>I wait while she chews over her thoughts. <br>"What do you know about Anthea?" she asks after a few minutes.<br>"Not much. Started in the call centre a couple of months ago. Seems to fit in OK. Why?"<br>"She's not human. And I don't know what she is."<br>"So she's an alien?"<br>"I don't think so. She fits in too well. And the way she swore at me for the trick with the wing was too natural. I guess her parents could be, and she was raised here. But no. I think she's just something I've never seen before."<br>We drive on for a bit. <br>"I know she has her lunch in the park." I supply after a few more minutes. "And I think she's on the day shift next week."<br>"Alright. I'll talk to her then. Somewhere nice and neutral."<br>We get home, and after cuddling and giggling at cat videos for an hour or so, turn in for the night.</p><p>It is now 10am on Saturday, we've finished a leisurely breakfast, and Charlie is washing up when there is a soft tapping on our door. We look at each other, and I go and answer it.</p><p>Standing at the door is Anthea, and just behind her is an older woman - around my age, although in much better shape than I am. </p><p>"Hi Toby. This is Candice, my mum." I do a quick double take, but no, this is not Candy-the-werewolf. "I figured your wife probably noticed something off about me, I looked you up on the white pages."</p><p>I looked them over. Anthea looked embarrassed, while her mum was standing confidently. "Come on in. Lounge room is that way." I point "Sweety! Anthea and her mum are here."<br>Charlie comes out of the kitchen, looks at them, and then looks again. <br>Candice speaks up "I can explain."<br>We get seated, and I make introductions. <br>Candice takes the lead "OK, so I am human, and Anthea is my daughter."<br>Charlie nods, and she continues "Her father isn't. It took me a good ten years to get our genes to work together. As it is Anthea is about 80% human."<br>"And the other 20%?" I ask.<br>"Plant. A South American plant that, um.."<br>Charlie's eyes narrow, and then widen, and she grins. "Looks like a cross between a pitcher plant and a Venus flytap, only about ten feet tall?"<br>"Uh, yes."<br>"So you have a symbiotic pairing. How lovely. And you've created a dryad! Oh this explains everything!" exclaims Charlie excitedly. <br>Anthea looks relieved at that.<br>"Right then. Tea? Coffee? Something else?" I cut in, now that the tension is broken. I can see I'm going to have to ask Charlie about what sort of plant later.</p><p>-----<br>Candice previously appeared in <a href="https://aus.social/users/rdm/statuses/113033681406444679" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://</span><span class="ellipsis">aus.social/users/rdm/statuses/</span><span class="invisible">113033681406444679</span></a> and <a href="https://aus.social/@rdm/114510127680594433" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://</span><span class="ellipsis">aus.social/@rdm/11451012768059</span><span class="invisible">4433</span></a></p><p><a href="https://aus.social/tags/CharlieAndToby" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>CharlieAndToby</span></a> <a href="https://aus.social/tags/SF" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>SF</span></a> <a href="https://aus.social/tags/SFF" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>SFF</span></a> <a href="https://aus.social/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>microfiction</span></a> <a href="https://aus.social/tags/tootfic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>tootfic</span></a> <a href="https://aus.social/tags/IAmWriting" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>IAmWriting</span></a></p>
C. Knodel<p><span class="h-card" translate="no"><a href="https://mas.to/@VisualInspiration" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">@<span>VisualInspiration</span></a></span> </p><p>Healing is possible</p><p>Have you ever heard of Theophrastus Bombastus von Hohenheim? He may be better known as Paracelsus, the 16th-century European mystic, scientist, alchemist, and physician—famous for pioneering new paths in medicine and for clashing with the Catholic Church and his academic peers—and he had good reason. Shortly before his untimely death, he managed to send his notes to his friend Dr. Faustus, handing over invaluable secrets, including his main work, “Diagnosis – The Art of Introspection“.</p><p>His central idea: nothing happens without a cause, and every illness can be cured—if you identify its origin. Therefore, no one’s health should be controlled by multi-billion companies, whose interests likely lie in keeping you sick (but alive) rather than truly healing you. No one is destined to suffer permanently from cancer, neurodivergence, drug addiction, or marital problems.</p><p>See for yourself—get a free first chapter of Paracelsus’ secret doctrine,</p><p>OR claim 30% off the complete e-book!</p><p>Visit our webshop: www.integralmedicine.com </p><p><a href="https://mastodon.de/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>microfiction</span></a> <br><a href="https://mastodon.de/tags/esoteric" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>esoteric</span></a></p>
🦋ShouldbeWriting🦋<p>The curator rubbed the lamp. Blue smoke poured forth, and a mighty djinn appeared.</p><p>"I am Ibra the mighty Djinn! After so long, I am free...."</p><p>"My wish," said the curator, "is that you sleep for twenty years."</p><p>Horror filled the djinn's eyes, but he bowed. "As you wish." He said, vanished.</p><p>The curator smiled. He'd been warned by the old curators; there was a limit to what he could request. But now his display was safe for twenty more years!</p><p><a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>microfiction</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/flashfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>flashfiction</span></a></p>
Noam writes<p>“Oh, for… They’ve updated the channels again. I’ve been at this for twenty minutes and I can’t find the news!”</p><p>“Isn’t it early for the news? Dad, give it here,” I said, grabbing the remote. “It’s just a few new channels. Just a sec… here you go. It’s the +1 channel, you can catch up.”</p><p><i>…and this just in. An earthquake was reported a few minutes ago just outside East Keeling. More details as soon we have them.</i></p><p>“East Keeling? That’s a stone’s throw from here. How come we didn’t feel anything?”</p><p>“I don’t know, Dad. But that is strange, if it happened over an hour ago. You’d think we’d have heard something, even if we didn’t feel it.”</p><p>We sat in silence for a minute as the newsreader reported on a dog show.</p><p>I squinted at the screen. “Hang on! That’s not a +1, that’s a -1. This must be a new channel.”</p><p>“What would a -1 channel be?”</p><p>“I guess it’s an hour before the live broadcast? Not sure how that would work, but…”</p><p><i>An update on the East Keeling earthquake, which happened only 15 minutes ago...</i></p><p>We both went silent. The newsreader seemed to be staring straight at us.</p><p><i>There has been damage to homes, but no casualties have been reported so far. Despite no official warnings, it seems somehow most locals evacuated before the earthquake struck.</i></p><p>“Come on, Dad, let’s go! We have work to do.”</p><p><a href="https://libranet.de/search?tag=microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>microfiction</span></a> <a href="https://libranet.de/search?tag=update" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>update</span></a></p>
Steven Cudahy<p>The <a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/MastoPrompt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>MastoPrompt</span></a> for Tuesday 5 August 2025 is:</p><p><a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/bag" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>bag</span></a></p><p>The poem or story can include the prompt word or be about the prompt word.</p><p>@ me, if you like, or just include the <a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/MastoPrompt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>MastoPrompt</span></a> tag (to allow people to follow or filter their feeds), or keep your work to yourself - all the options are good as long as you're writing.</p><p>If you're including an image please do include alt-text if you’re able to. </p><p><a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/Writing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Writing</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/SmallPoem" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>SmallPoem</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/Poetry" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Poetry</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/Fiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Fiction</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/MicroFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>MicroFiction</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.scot/tags/SmallStories" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>SmallStories</span></a></p>
Tainome<p><a href="https://mastodon.design/tags/writever" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>writever</span></a> Explorer</p><p>Au dessous des arbres, au-delà de la sombre rivière, les feuilles crépitent sous le passage des roues. Abandonné par les scientifiques qui l'avaient conçu, le robot explorateur d'exoplanètes s'est évadé de son enclos et découvre un monde qui le fascine à chaque instant.</p><p><a href="https://mastodon.design/tags/microFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>microFiction</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.design/tags/robot" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>robot</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.design/tags/exoplan%C3%A8te" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>exoplanète</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.design/tags/nature" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>nature</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.design/tags/explorer" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>explorer</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.design/tags/fran%C3%A7ais" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>français</span></a></p>
Albert ARIBAUD ✎<p><a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/writever" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>writever</span></a> Explore</p><p>‘I've come to slay you, Sir Dragon!’</p><p>"Could you wait a moment? I'm in the middle of my chapter."</p><p>‘You are... reading?’</p><p>"Yes. I collect books. Feel free to explore my hoard."</p><p>"... Do you have any Chrétien de Troye?"</p><p>‘Of course. All of them.’</p><p>"... May I?"</p><p><a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/MastoArt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>MastoArt</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/FlashFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>FlashFiction</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/SmallStory" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>SmallStory</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/TootFic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TootFic</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/MicroFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>MicroFiction</span></a></p>
♞ Pixel Prophecy 🇵🇸🇺🇦🇪🇺<p>And yet another small piece of micro𝒑𝒉iction: “Door”. I also made a micro blog where you can read this and other past stories:</p><p>✍️ <a href="https://pixelprophecy.com/microfiction/" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://</span><span class="">pixelprophecy.com/microfiction/</span><span class="invisible"></span></a> ✨</p><p><a href="https://mastodon.gamedev.place/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>microfiction</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.gamedev.place/tags/writing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>writing</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.gamedev.place/tags/story" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>story</span></a></p>
Elise-Tessiah (Is Fine)<p>"I've never <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/felt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>felt</span></a> this way about anyone before." She suddenly exclaimed as she laid beside me amongst the meadow flowers ".. And you're a woman." </p><p>"And what's that supposed to mean?" I asked.</p><p>"Well. It's strange...." She shook her head. "New.. If you were a man, I'd understand because that's how-"</p><p>"How it's meant to be?"</p><p>She fell silent for several long moments nefore turning again to me.</p><p>"No, how the world has taught us it's supposed to be."</p><p><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/mastoprompt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>mastoprompt</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>microfiction</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/fiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>fiction</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/shortstory" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>shortstory</span></a></p>
Kit Bashir<p>Hey, remember JPEG2000, back when that name sounded all future-ey? It sure died in the arse, eh? It had a ton of alleged advantages, and one undocumented disadvantage: unlike the careful degradation of JPEG and the subtle palette trickery of PNG, J2K was able to faithfully reproduce the Berryman Technique cognitohazard imageset---informally known as Basilisks, or even less formally "Death Parrots" (those who know why don't tell).</p><p>When the deaths started, browsers began quietly dropping support for the format. The BLIT mechanism would (by design, intent, and a few selective assassinations) be completely forgotten by now, except for the rapidly spreading rumour (spoiler: fact) that GPT6 is BLIT-sensitive. Please look into the red light.</p><p><a href="https://aus.social/tags/Tootfic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Tootfic</span></a> <a href="https://aus.social/tags/MicroFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>MicroFiction</span></a> <a href="https://aus.social/tags/PowerOnStoryToot" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>PowerOnStoryToot</span></a></p>
Koen Hufkens, PhD<p>This will change zoo visits forever.</p><p>Zookeeper: This is Momo the gerbil. Momo was donated by the current owners, right before leaving for holidays. For a brief time Momo was loved. We now say goodbye and thank Momo for these moments.</p><p>Lion roars in the distances. Eagle screams overhead.</p><p>School bus of kids sobbing and pleading at the cage.</p><p><a href="https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c0r7z2ynd2lo" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://www.</span><span class="ellipsis">bbc.com/news/articles/c0r7z2yn</span><span class="invisible">d2lo</span></a></p><p><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>microfiction</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/zoo" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>zoo</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/pets" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>pets</span></a></p>
eperales<p>LOCAL MAN DIES IN FREAK ACCIDENT</p><p>Will Hamdan, aka Radio Will, died yesterday when lightning struck the tower of KBWR, the last broadcast radio station owned and manned by one person in the country.</p><p>The station was known not only for the "BEWARE" Hollywood style sign on Armory Hill, where it was located; but also for being the only station broadcasting a seemingly unending stream of numbers intertwined with the message "This is KBWR, broadcasting from Planet Earth"</p><p>"It's not for us. Is for them" was his response every time he was asked about it. Mr Hamdan made a fortune in the early 80s writing data analysis software for the military. At 33 he abruptly shut down his company and setup his now legendary radio station, where he lived with his two dogs.</p><p>With not known next-of-kin the station has been shut down.</p><p>STRANGE LIGHTS REAPPEAR IN NIGHT SKIES</p><p>After almost 40 years, reports of strange lights in the sky surged last night followed by a low frequency sound that r...</p><p><a href="https://universeodon.com/tags/MicroFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>MicroFiction</span></a></p>