Metaphors, like horses, only carry you so far.
a glass knife to cut a light ray, not along its frequencies like a prism, but across so that it shatters and can be harvested
Donât be fooled by the parchments, I draw territories, not maps. Not sterile like the competitionâs, alive! Kingdoms of ink could be yours!
âAnd what is this?ââ”âThe Criticâs key, a skeleton key to lay open all stories. You probably wonât like its results, best not to use itâ
Like one of those moments when everybody in the room stops talking, sun and stars stopped shining for a minute. Left the sky perfectly dark.
A city arranged like a dreamcatcher: The citizensâ dreams wander into the center at night, come down with the morning dew and are collected.
An anonymous writersâ club where to be let in, you have to come up with a story the bouncers like (theyâre unusually bookish for bouncers)
A lost letter looking superficially like an o, but actually an endless stairwell of ink viewed from the topâ”Donât walk down unprepared
Smoke clouds acquire names like rider and bird, helicopters visit the still intact (only tilted) tip, people still work in the lower levels.
Next to the police, the unlaw enforcement has its seat, a building that seems to overgrow its neighbours like ivy. Officers fly in and out.
What we now call the Shadow Sea follows the Moon across Earthâs surface like a lost dog, in a tide that travels both oceans and continents.
It also turns out magic is not picky about what space is made of: GPUs soak up magic like sponges when running certain computations.
Setting: The universe stops expanding and the arrow of time reverses, but unevenly, like a wave on a shore both advancing and receding.
It must have embedded itself in the crust like a wooden splinter long ago. Mountain ranges have splashed and broken against it like waves.
she shows you how to tickle the stormâs belly with radio waves, its purr thunders over you, nearly throws you off your feetâ”âhe likes you!â
A starfarerâs constellations are ephemeral like a surfacerâs cloud formations. As stars move, mythical animals emerge and vanish in silence.
should you survive multiple purges and not lose your eyeballs, youâll be invited into secret meetings that do not look like meetings at all
facebo (n): like a placebo but for faces
My last trip through faerieland left me infected and now I sporulate little worlds. Like, I open a cupboard and find a tiny medieval city.
The production budget has run out. Tea is tasting stale, the animals are tired, the night sky shows stains like a run down cinemaâs screen.
We return to paradise but like all the other places of our childhood, it has become smaller - itâs just a few ancient trees on a hillside.
you wake up in a hospital bedâ”> look leftâ”occasional sloshing, tentacles probe under your curtainâ”> look rightâ”a sound like a boiling kettle
his hat is a tiny storm cloud that flashes up occasionally when heâs concentratingâ”you borrow it and it feels like cool wind in your hair
An extremely long earthworm was hidden under the rock, curled in a way as to look like a brain. Around it, a protective shell was hardening.
I find them sitting in a tree: it looks like a swarm of bats is hanging off its branches.
#roster uses a junction table for tags insteaf of like, so #graph does not match #graphite. Should have done that from the start.
sheâs reading me like a book: staring at me, thumbing through pages I didnât know I had, leaving coffee stains, discarding me for the day
The matrix has exceeded its monthly budget and is now running on reduced power. Flowers pixelate, clouds look like badly compressed JPEGs.
roots of earth, trunks of air, a canopy of clouds, birds of windâ”what looks like a desert is actually a jungle, camouflaged against harvest
burn the books, free the storiesâ”let the great herds of ages past thunder againâ”and run among them like the old bards
@kas@enotty.dk aura akua sound a lot like a sentence from toki pona.
We sacrificed a cat (dying of cancer) to animate a pot and now the pot purrs loudly whenever we cook with it. Enjoys the heat, most likely.
A tree colony lives in the asteroid belt and occasionally catches one in its branches. From afar, it appears like a giant bath sponge.
flesh eating blankets that digest you in the night like amoebaâ”some have found the feet of their loved ones in the morningâ”and nothing else
A heavy cable is hanging from that storm cloud, ending in a power plug at my feet. I feel like itâs a bad idea to unplug it right now.
When it hits a city, it chews up houses and streets and leaves them remodeled in its wake: like a wave, or a giant slug teeming with people.
by giving away the knots (which look like wristbands when the secret is fully entangled) you can implement secret escrow and OTP
[At which point world builder brain piped up and was like âhey it works essentially like crypto! magic compatible!â]â”https://twitter.com/allgebrah/status/712422004343840769
What looked like dreadlocks were in fact finely machined braids, overall encoding roughly one megabyte of encrypted data.
A hourglass with multiple chambers that are connected like a 3D maze: You have to turn it on exactly the right side every hour to solve it.
@krt@krt.marmaro.de I actually like it when tweets are short, but insisting on 140 characters and cutting the tweet is a little bit too strict.
As he is sitting on the chair, his arms and legs are dissolving into a swarm of colibris that settles on his head like a feathery crown.
âȘ I kissed the sun / and liked it / and lived to tell the tale â«âȘ
Where he runs his fingers over your skin, it dissolves into maggots. Itâs like a zipper opening to reveal your actual flesh.
it is so silent that you forget you ever had earsâ”or nose, mouth, eyes, body, all obsolete nowâ”memories drop away like scabs off your skin
rivers, streams and rivulets have nothing to support them anymoreâ”they look like a nervous system now, stripped of the rest of the body
\me wonders if thereâs something useful we can do with the referer header. We can put our own twturl there like in the user agent field?
this thought brought to you by the question: what does the axis orthogonal to organic/crystalline look like? [A: both are structure]
we can try to find more alien processes (like commerce) or try to smash the box: what would unstructure and antistructure look like?
Find words for twt: perl -lane â$line=$_;s/[aeoui]//g;print $line if /twt/iâ /usr/share/dict/words â I like twitch⊠:)