The Metaprompt

It was written this way It was written this way I didn't know why. I still don't. But something moved me to write. I did not know what it was I wanted to write about, and that made for a rocky start. Insipid, really. At least at first...
As Todd rose comfortably to a cruising altitude of 11 kilometers in a North-Northwest heading, Zephyr meanwhile strolled as he had for the previous few hours, now ambling due East, in the direction of the same thrift shop that Todd ha...
Two weeks to the day before they would meet one another for the first time, face to face, Todd and Zephyr each decided to walk up to the coffee shop in their neighborhood to pick up a paper cup of espresso and hot water, find a park b...
On certain spring and autumn days, when the weather rests in that precious liminal space between chill and warmth, sun and shade, sweater and t-shirt, Todd found himself compelled, like Ishmael toward the sea, to stroll through a grav...
Our story begins its course in Northeast where one of you starts to assemble our beast.The virtuous, wicked, Northeast-Dwelling witchwill set out our story, and then, flip the switchto the equally virtuous witch of Northwest,your wick...
Metapromptomorphosis The presumably Russo-Lusophone man---the very one who had earlier delivered the canary colored envelope---opened the front door now without knocking. He was grinning, but it wasn’t obvious behind his cardinal red ...
Misters -ZS and ZS - We are in receipt of a memorandum from Pétros. He has requested our assistance in distributing it. However, he also asked us to please wait a few more days before jumping in, because he has some team-specific per...
ÆVÆÆ At that, Emma tucked her index finger into her lower gums, as one might do with tobacco 'dip'. She smiled for a few seconds, and then, without ceremony, warning, nor explanation, she collapsed onto the floor, her head just barely...
ÆVI And wait they did. Smoking and drinking while the chafing dish, with its candle, did whatever it was supposed to be doing. Emma knew, but Chuck still felt clueless. Time passed, until finally smoke began to curl out from under th...
ÆV Emma, ever the Taoist at heart, knew of course that what it says, what was written, what it is on the page as what wasn't. She knew Zhuangzi's tale of the Butcher Ting as one would their name. Ting had in nineteen years, never sha...