Shawn Mischief Klimek - Author

“I don’t know what you’re trying to pull, but I won’t allow it. It’s established interstellar law that a planet belongs irrevocably to its original sentient #residents, their descendants, or their licensed agents until such time as ownership is deliberately transferred by an authorized party.”

#vss365 #harmony

Substituting a children’s choir was the AI’s genius. Besides symbolizing innocence and harmony, they justified delays for rehearsals and to recalibrate the stargate’s atmospheric transition buffer for tiny ears and lungs.

#vss365 #lightning

“Thor’s room is not convenient, sir, and we won’t casting any lightning bolts in this facility.”
“I’m an immortal! Begotten by titans! What can they do to the almighty Zeus?”
“They can take away your TV.”
“Oh, bugger.”

#WIPSnips #chapter

In the final chapter of “50 Shades of Blue”, the novel’s heroine watched her tears fall into the ocean before leaping dramatically to her death at sunset. Suicidally inspired, Evelynn Dorsey booked the same cruise.

#WIPSnips #screw

The thought stream which culminated in their copulation went as follows: I sense we’re both horny. Horny, not desperate. Screw you, then. Sorry, that just came out. Don’t pity me. Your vulnerability is attractive. Your compassion is sexy. Oh, screw it, let’s do this.

@vss365hq.bsky.social

#Vss365 #jewelry,

“You better hope your Mom’s not a ghost, or else she just heard you say she had horrible taste in jewelry.”

Misty cupped a hand beside her mouth. “No offense, Mom!”

@wipsnips.bsky.social

#WIPSnips, #massive
Barreling swiftly towards the shore, a massive wall of seawater now loomed, eclipsing half of the cloud-filled sky and arching over him like a canopy.

😂

#Vss365, #splendor

When, moth-like, you emerge at last from your cocoon of shadows,
You may feel drawn to her splendor as a moth is to a flame.

#WIPSnips #media
"...Testimony from Medusa and Demeter seems to have swayed the jury.”
“Already? What jury?”
“The jury of public opinion, Dad. Media.”
“A fig for the opinion of mortals.”
“Mr. Zeus!”

Thank you! It's from one of my favorite poems, published in an issue of "Clarendon House Magazine" plus the dark speculative poetry anthology, "Eldritch and Ether", by Black Hare Press. (It qualifies as part of a WIP only because I'm assembling my own first collection this year.)

#WIPSnips #neither

Every gargoyle has a heart of stone, that’s basic to their essence,
But eight centuries proved plenty for affection to accrue,
Between two shy companions, basking in each other’s presence,
Neither speaking, neither touching, as they both aspired to do.

-Obsidian and Olivine

In a similar spirit, I want to announce that I will not run. If nominated, I will not accept.

I love the artwork (by John Jude Palencar)!

Congratulations and good luck!

#WIPSnips #science

Having eavesdropped on their alien babbling,
We’ve known to reach the stars was man’s desire,
But long dismissed their science as feeble dabbling
(Compared to ours, akin to taming fire).

#metal

...The ship’s captain had blamed hallucinations, pointing a finger at either rogue particles of exotic pulsar radiation or heavy metal impurities in the recycled waste water used to rehydrate his private ration of snack biscuits.

Once it had achieved this signature shape and stature, the trees began a subtle vibration which generated the special field central to their design: one which opened a fixed portal between the united worlds and summoned the Imperial Emissary of the Eridani-Slavers.
-The Alien Emissary

#WIPSnips #subtle

Subtle cues and instinct were enough to tell Joan that Patrick was attracted and aroused, but when the biosensors in her fingertips, eyes, ears, and nose reached the same conclusion, she felt a kind of thrill. A girl still likes to be told.
-Skin Trade

@wipsnips.bsky.social
#WIPSnips #corner

I instinctively jumped back into a corner of the cage and hissed. The tiny creature leered at me, baring its pointy teeth in a nasty smile, and raised its barbed tail in menacing salute.

#Vss365 #mystified

“I don’t underthtand it,” Prick remarked, apparently mystified. “The Mathter was uthing it jutht the other day.”

“Perhaps we should move it to where there’s more light,” I suggested, hoping to steer him away from an accidental discovery of the truth.

Clever.

#Vss365 #bouncy ("bounce").

"Blurpity nup skupple. Plop!" Skumpkipps would respond happily then slither and bounce into the sink, squeeze gloopily down the drain, and exit with a loud POP that sent yellow ochre spurting, geyser-like, into the air, marking the ceiling with a syrupy stain.

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#Vss365 #enchanted

By tattooing such enchanted runes as strength, toughness and coordination onto them, he corrected the unhappy monster’s crippling inconsistencies.

Can DHS deport him already?

#WIPSnips #sweetheart

“Mommmy!” The child’s tone was a heart-wrenching fusion of desperate terror and agony.
“We’re coming, sweetheart!”
“Mommy, please!”

By the accident of her prolonged filth, she cherished a poetic notion that his loving touch yet lingered there, allowing her to kiss him goodbye one last time.

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#Vss365 #kiss
She touched the blackened finger where her ring had been and put it to her lips. Like so many things, her beloved’s last kiss was a memory buried under dust, soot, and blood.

A new word for me. Thanks!
I'll have to add "lacuna" to my vocabulary before I can include it in a WIP.

#WIPSnips #serious

“Where were you?”

“Hospital. I’d had an accident. “

“Oh no? Not too serious, I hope.”

“Fairly serious, actually. I was mugged. Thieves stole my cyborg arm.”