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“Another mortal has created that wretched device,” she said and her words were like music and I knew I was lost. I managed to nod, “I…I made it.” I felt her hand on my chin, twisting my face to look at me. Once again, the full weight of her attention fell on me and I shivered. #HBP120

"Breakfast, my love!" I brandished my spatula, doling out heart-shaped pancakes. Darren leaned in for a kiss. Another blissful morning; I couldn't be more blessed. The phone rattled on its hook. Boléro, tinny & soft, played down the line. No more need for spatulas. I picked up my knife. #hbp120

The theatre hadn't seen a patron in close to a decade and it was as worn, faded, and bedraggled just as I, who sat within it. What was the greatest play to be performed here? The greatest concert? Nothing so grand as now. I tuned my tinny radio to hear the last broadcast, then sat back. -> #hbp120

When I heard the music, I knew it was over. I would win because he was clueless. "Really? 'Back in Black'? That's your theme song? Am I being Punk'd right now?" Kailan scowled and the music stopped. "I thought it would be intimidating." "Poor choice, dude." I smirked and pressed play. #hbp120

Kurt Kerf2: Whatever happened to Vixen Schnapps & the Valeries? And the thing you had going with your interdimensional doppelganger, Vixen? Peach Schnapps: When I heard their new album, I knew it was over. They used Auto-Tune! K2: Gross! Much like your relationship... Peach: Envy. So ugly. #hbp120

I watched a silent movie today and when I heard the music, I knew it was over! #hbp120

#hbp120 When I heard the music That music of the breeze Coming back to me I walked With clouds flying in Darkening Light raindrops falling As the air got swirling I stopped and looked up At that whirling grey gyre Lightning playing inside live clouds My skin and hair spark I knew it was over

Had you #heard of the herd of savage beasts that heard the Sirens' song? When the herd heard the music—except for those in the herd hard of hearing—they knew the game was over. After all, the Sirens had sounded. Soothed or not, the beasts surrendered to the song. #hbp120 #vss365 #vssdaily

#hbp120 When I heard the music, the music we shared with joy, it washed over me like a rushing, threatening deluge. It's over. The song is yours. I am not. #writing #prompt

#EkphrasticVoice #macabrewords #InkMine #hbp108 My thoughts Churn and Flow. I imagine I'm a Serene Nemopholist* living in a Healer's Hidden Dwelling. Surrounded by herbs and nature instead of this noise and concrete. * a haunter of the woods Art by Raphael Silveira #writingprompt #imageprompt

"What's one nice thing that you can actually say about Cosmo?" Jin said. "The man can sing," Bailey admitted. The light slowly faded out of her eyes. "However, he hasn't been singing that much in years. When I heard the music one time without his voice, I knew it was over." #hbp120

It was the last time the two of us would sing together. The last time I would visit her grave. The last time I would ever see her, even in her spectral form. After it ended, we shared one last hug before she passed on. Even if the pain never goes away, I know she’ll always be with me in spirit…

When the music stopped and the house lights blazed on, I saw the look in her eyes. It was the look of eternity and of all that lay in between. This show we’d seen had summoned thoughts & dreams that she had crammed down for years…and I knew they wouldn’t involve me. It was over…sigh… #hbp120

Prose/dialogue: “When I heard the music, I knew it was over.” #hbp120 #Poetry #Folklore @halfbakedprompts.bsky.social

I knew she'd always liked me but even so - a dance at her engagement party? But I went along with it. 'Save me,' she whispered. The floor seemed to liquefy for an instant, then stabilise. 'I can't.' She went back to her seat, I went to leave. When I heard the music, I knew it was over. #hbp120 #vss

1/ It wasn't until 2350 that they perfected the Transporter so that it worked as well as the ancient Star Trek stories. It was astonishing: it could beam you miles or light years away in just moments. It didn't really beam _you_, of course. Too heavy to send all that matter, and unnecessary.

When I heard the music, I knew it was over. A year of toil, heartache, and soaring triumphs had all been for this. Their Majesty shone like their star-adorned crown as they entered the ballroom. I smiled as the crowd gazed on raptly. "You'll be fine now, Your Majesty." And tonight, I'd be gone.

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What w wonderful movie. One I didn't want to end. Sitting in the dark. Twists and turns like a rollercoaster ride. Never knew what was coming, anticipating what would happen next. When I heard the music, I knew it was over. I sat through the credits, contemplating. I need to watch it again #hbp120

Prose/dialogue: “When I heard the music, I knew it was over.” #hbp120

Ira frowned as the team tore up more of the flooring. "Box it up & label it as evidence. It doesn't leave your sight until it's safe at the station." One step closer to the traffickers, to stopping their supply. Too many children had been exposed already. Dreams, after all, were dangerous. #hbp119

#hbp119 Black market demand for the Turtlcam far outpaced production. And between the non-state actors and original developers of its FCS, there wasn't much Happybutt Enterprises could do other than move production to an abandoned factory in the Rust Belt, where folks still thought it was a toy.

"Look. I found a perfect place." "You lost yo mind!" "There's a problem?" "This is in The Zone." "So, it's at the edge." "So I'm not getting my blood drained by Fangs for your illegal shit." "Fangs is only a gang name." "Hell no! You really not from here if you think that!" #hbp119 #sff #vss

Concept: Manufacturing contraband in an abandoned factory. #hbp119 @halfbakedprompts.bsky.social

Despite strict government regulations, harnessing #farts for fuel is so lucrative that abandoned factories across Flatus V manufacture contraband gas at a silent, but deadly rate. Police let rip the raids, but can't find who dealt it. Officials say the whole thing just stinks. #Vss365 #hbp119

Pan-galactic parody punks the Proof is in the Poutine play an abandoned #fart factory on Flatus V--a planet ripe with the contraband manufacturing of farts for fuel. Peach Poutine, winks: It was a great show! A real gas. #Vss365 #hbp119

"I would have gotten away with it, too!" "How?" I asked, looking at the burning building in disbelief. A rafter fell, the loud thud echoing across the empty parking lot. "Your lab literally just blew up in front of us. There was absolutely no way you'd have gotten away with it." #hbp119

The factory of lies had lain abandoned during the Rational Times, for then we had no need of fabrications, or of promises that rusted before their time. But now, demand for falsehoods had never been higher, and the old machinery was fired up once again. The Age of Confusion was back. #hbp119 #vss 💙

"So, how was Gibson able to manufacture the Androids?" Bailey whispered. "We treated like we were making drugs. Before we used to put them in an abandoned factory and those Android parts were like contraband," Cosmo said. "Then, the NPA got close so we them in a warehouse." #hbp119

"How'd'ya know this's the place?" Pill carefully picked their way through the maze of broken down machinery in the dark. Zeke stopped. "Shhh. Ya' hear that?" Pill did not hear anything. "Tha's the sound ofa zillion bills comin' our way, Pilly." #hbp119

corrosion and asbestos, pipes sweating into pipes. clouded glass, sterno flames, red phosphorus slurring into sludge. iodine grips the boil, violet fumes lashing the condenser— a séance of reduction. alchemy or ruin? the burn in my lungs says both. #hbp119 #vss #poetry #prompt #wordart

#hbp119 "Yes! Yes!" The good doctor cackled as his creation was raised from the vat; a singular rubber duck. It had taken ages to forage for the molds and the assemblage, but now, here, in a new age, Dr. Tardigrade in his musty factory would produce all the world's rubber ducks. Diabolical.