Just Add Prompt

“Mommy, how did you meet Daddy?”

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He blushed. “Uh…” He glanced over at Edi. Edi nodded.

“Well… I was naked at the time…”

“Da-a-a-ad….”

“No, he’s telling the truth. Daddy wasn’t wearing so much as one red stitch.”

“There was the band-aid. That was technically cloth.”

“It was on your left shoulder. It doesn’t count as clothes.”

The correct way to take a feminist out on a date.

“Hey.”

“Hello.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Where do you like to go for fun?”

A smile. “Are you going to ask me out?”

“I’m going to try,” he announced. “I think you’re cute and I’d like to get to know you.”

“Have you heard of steampunk?

When truly equity is nurtured upon Mother Earth between the genders (Again, because I’m thinking of MLK.)

“So… Mari. Is that one a he or a she?”

“Gram-MAAAA…” Mari blushed. “You promised…”

“I did, I did. I’m sorry. I forgot.”

“I only let you be my show-and-tell ‘cause you promised you wouldn’t do any of the old-fashioned stuff.”

Gramma nodded. “I

Someone with an ARTICULATELY RATIONAL reason for detesting Sara and waging futile jihad against mutants because of her. (Just because I’m feeling deep in my ‘Sympathy for the Devil’ phase today being the 50th anniversary of the March on Washington.) Something akin to what Luther did on the doorframe would be nice as well.

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The photo showed a slightly-horsey girl with green-blue scales. She was smiling, but not looking at the camera. The resolution made it clear

The invisible fence, 15 feet high that divides the America that lectures others on “multiculturalism”.

It was a rich white girls’ party. Anyone watching the video could tell. It wasn’t in a house. It wasn’t even in a mansion. It was in a palace. The theme was multiculturalism.

She was wearing sexy lederhosen with a chinese shirt and Inca shoes. She also sported a rainbow sombrero and a necklace made of ‘fangs’.

“

Bees.

[AN: Any relationship between certain corporations in this fiction and certain poison companies is strictly imaginary]

Fantraxin did not kill bees. That was its primary selling point. It killed all other insects that may predate on crops, but not the bees. How it did so, of course, was a company secret.

A secret that made them the largest corporation on the planet, almost overnight.

Or, at least, it would have. If they weren’t already the biggest global power ever

Greater Deregulation’s more esoteric moments.

“But I don’t have any of my papers. My house burned down.”

“If you had signed up for the TrakMe program…”

“I had. My parents signed me up just after I got a name. I’ve been trying to sign on with or without their help for forty years.”

“You can voluntarily sign up for the TrakMe program at any time,” recited the

Agent Pertwee and the first moments he realized that his job sucked for reasons he didn’t expect.

[AN: Once again, it’s Jane Pertwee :) ]

The FBI had been covertly watching this school for some time. Now, with the Mutant Registration Act, it was watching more overtly. As in, agents in the field, tailing their respective suspects, and making sure that a bunch of teenagers with superpowers….

Well…

Didn’t wind up acting like a bunch of

Catbug.

Mythos Entertainment Inc. was working on all manner of new things. Their bio-labs were cooking up foetuses at the rate of knots.

Graham Ptolowitz stared at the thing in the pen. This was the angel/fairy production team, and the abomination before him had originally been a cat.

“We were working on a hexapodal mammalian life-form,” said Dewitt. “So splicing and activating the hexapodal gene was primary priority.”

“We did attempt bat wings, since they are

Magnificently mundane…and yet still formidable.

It is said that women are like tea leaves. You don’t know how strong they can be until you put them in hot water. Mavis had always laughed at that. She was as mild as milk! Meek as mud.

Until the invaders came.

She’d just turned her back for a second. Let go of the pram for just long enough to grab a can of beans. And when she turned back,