Idle Pixels

[idlepx]

"Your education didn't literally cost you an arm and a leg," laughed Jane. "There's barely a scratch on your body."

"I didn't say it was my arm or leg," sighed Becky.

#VSS365 prompt: scratch

[idlepx]

He could see it cowering in the corner as the load increased, and Jim felt his tendons snap. His world plunged into pain and darkness.

It wept into its claws, knowing it'd get the blame for this one too.

#VSS365 prompts: cower, load, tendon, plunge

[idlepx]

Perseverance's audio transmission. A scramble to decode. Blinding night lights.

#VSS365 prompt: scramble

[idlepx]

Sat at the corner of the river, watching a random assortment of whales, dolphins, and squid heading upstream. They pondered if this had something to do with the residents of Innsmouth vanishing last week.

#VSS365 prompts: corner, river, random

[idlepx]

All he'd wanted was for her to curtail her whining about his shoddy work-ethic. She stood before him, shaking off the soil, and he knew burying her alive was a bit too mean of a reaction.

#VSS365 prompts: curtail, shoddy, mean

[idlepx]

All the lost lives, where so many spoke no goodbyes, blinked out in the last mistake humans would make. The dust settled, rad storms rumbled, and it still lived.

#VSS365 prompts: mistake, lost, goodbye

[idlepx]

"Friends to the end," said Ava.

"To the end," replied Mary. "More fruit punch?"

#VSS365 prompt: friend

[idlepx]

She slid further under her duvet as a candy-coloured sandman placed a sugar reed on her dresser. She hoped to wake up from this absurd dream, this nightmare.

No such luck.

#VSS365 prompt: dream

[idlepx]

Last seen walking the halls of Westminster, hugging the Union Jack. Muttering, "it'll be a fantastic year for Britain." The Prime Minister. The last Brit witnessed alive.

#VSS365 prompt: hug

[idlepx]

She knew something was amiss during the external examination. Peeling back the skin and finding nothing but straw, it dawned on her why nobody checked the pulse on Westminsters retired residents.

#VSS365 prompt: nothing

[idlepx]

She did like a man who cooked for lunch. Forty-five minutes at a hundred and eighty degrees was usually enough for smaller portions.

#VSS365 #Horror prompt: lunch

[idlepx]

"So our first songs a remake of Butterly by Crazytown," said Sparra.

"Lord, that's a 90's throwback," laughed Crow. "What's your band called?"

"Blanket," replied Sparra. "We're a cover band."

#VSS365 Prompt: Butterfly

[idlepx]

"He ran up the hill and left all that bread behind?" gasped Crane.

"That's one dopey Slavic duck," laughed Sparra.

"Maybe he's Russian," pondered Crow.

#VSS365 Prompts: Dope & Run

[idlepx]

"I lost all of my money at the craps tables," cried Sparra.

"Why'd you bet it all on ten?" asked Crow.

"You said it was paradise," grumbled Sparra.

"No," sighed Crow, "it's a pair of dice..."

#VSS365 Prompt: Paradise

[idlepx]

"I'm not telepathic," sighed Magpie. "But I'm sure I can read my neighbour's lips... Well, beak, from here."

"What's he saying?" asked Crow.

"He's complaining about a creepy bird that keeps starring at him," replied Magpie.

#VSS365 Prompt: Telepathy

[idlepx]

"Sorry, I keep asking you to repeat yourself," said Crow. "My ears are playing up again."

"Say no more," replied Sparra. "Have you seen an audiologist?"

"Two years ago, she said I have a disease that makes birds deaf," sighed Crow. "I haven't heard from her since."

#VSS365 Prompt: Disease

[idlepx]

"I wanted to be like my influencer idols," cried Sparra, "but now I'm addicted to Twitter."

"I'm sorry," said Crow, "I don't follow you."

#VSS365 Prompt: Idol