Goldilocks and Brunhilde

#FanFiction @stevendbrewer – Bear and Forrest Stories
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt 12/4 #PIXIVCharitySanta

The Volpex Picnic Park’s bear stopped and took a puff of his smoke. There was only the back area to check, and then he could take a nap. He looked forward to a lazy, warm winter day. Very few people used the park during the winter, even on a bright sunny day like this.

The exception was Brunhilde’s family. He could count on her and her mom stopping by on any pleasant weekend. And sure enough, there was their car driving away.

He smiled. Their going home would make things easier. He liked Brunhilde, but she was a handful.

That was why the whimpering issuing from their favorite site surprised him.

The bear quietly put out his cigarette, entered the site, and found Brunhilde sobbing, a book clutched to her chest. The family's picnic things were on the table, but an ice chest was turned over on its side, empty.

“Now, now,” the bear said patting her on the back. Then, as gently as possible, he asked, “What’s wrong?”

The girl turned her tear-stained face up to look at the bear. “Nothing,” she said, wiping her nose with her sleeve.

“Big girls don’t cry over nothing,” Bear said, #brushing away her tears with the back of his paw. It scratched a bit, but seemed to comfort Brunhilde.

Bear continued, “It has to be something important for them to cry over. So what is it?”

“Masked bandits stole our picnic food, and Mom went to town to buy more. But she broke her promise to read to me.”

“That must have been Riteka Raccoon and her gang. I’ll deal with them later.”

Brunhilde held out the book. “Would you read to me, Mr. Bear?”

The bear looked at the book, squinting, trying to make out the title. “I know! Why don’t YOU read to me!”

“Oh,” Brunhilde said. “I’d love that.” A smile adorned her face. Any sign of #moping had disappeared.

She hurriedly opened the book and began, “Once upon a time, there was a girl named Goldilocks…”

“'…Someone is in my bed, and she is still there!' Goldilocks woke up and saw the three bears, screamed, and ran out of the house, never to return.”

Finished, Brunhilde asked, “Did you like the story, Mr. Bear?”

“It’s not the version I know, but I loved it.”

Suddenly, Forrest screamed from a nearby tree where they had been listening, “His version includes, ‘She took a puff of the cigar and said, “This is too strong.”’”

Brunhilde never heard the rest because Bear started throwing pinecones at Forrest.

#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMV366 #NMFic #Mythpunk #SliceOfLife

As with most #brexit coverage, this is looked at almost entirely through the lens of British establishment. The views of the EU are only considered as a one sentence footnote in the second to last paragraph.

The UK can’t join the EU customs union because the EU doesn’t want them. The UK’s history as a wrecker, and their fervid rancid domestic politics, mean they can’t be trusted to honor any EU deals, so the EU is unlikely to make any. They made their bed, they have to lie in it.

Imagine if Starmer got access to the EU common market, then Farage became PM. Why would Brussels want to sign up to that?

England isn’t a world power, and they can’t make things happen by force of will the way influential world powers can. When they learn their place and apply for access to the EU in the usual way, they might gain some traction, but as long as their atttiude is, “We’ve decided we can do this so now it must happen,” the EU will string them out indefinitely, no decision, no deal.
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A Gyaru Explains Christmas ギャルがクリスマスを解説する(1/3)

#FanFiction #ThisGyarusGotAThingforVampireHunters?! #GyaVam
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt 12/5 #PIXIVCharitySanta**

Ginka-chan went on high alert as soon as she got off at the mall station. “So many people,” she thought. She relaxed, though, when she spotted Ruka-chan in the crowd, waving at her.

The first thing Ginka noticed about her gyaru friend was her knee-high boots with two-inch cavalier heels. “How could she run in those?” Ginka muttered. Of course, Ruka wouldn’t need to run. There weren't any vampires lurking in the crowd, so she was safe.

That settled, Ginka took in the rest of Ruka’s outfit: a red sweater with a mascot on the front, a green dress, and candy-striped socks peeking out above her boots. The outfit sounded odd, but Ruka pulled it off with flair.

Still aware of the people around them, Ginka joined her friend. “So, what’s the plan?” she asked.

“Do you like them?” Ruka said, ignoring the question. Instead, she shook her head, causing the little bells hanging from her earrings to make a bright, tinkling sound.

[1/3 Continued in the next post.]

#MicroFiction #NMV366 #NMFic #FanFic #SliceOfLife