#vssthreads #ethereal

An engineer started to boast That his toaster could never burn toast Then it burst into flames And in the charred remains Was a bread slice that had burned—almost! #limerick #limericks #VSSThreads

Creon's eyes widened as he saw the doorway out. Abandoning the caution that had served him so well, he sprinted for the exit. The ground collapsed. His run became a flailing fall. He landed in a pit of broken bones. Carved into the wall was a single word: ALMOST #VSSThreads

It begins with words. A misunderstanding, a disagreement, a poorly chosen phrase or two. It escalates into cruelty. Cruelty becomes policy. Words become violence. Guns. Escalation. War. Bombs. Long after the nuclear afterglow has faded, the bitter words remain. #VSSThreads

All ships belong to the ocean. We sail at its whim, trusting our lives to its unreliable indulgence. It laughs at the vessels intended to take us safely across its waves. It makes no such promise. We cannot curse the final voyage, only marvel we ever sailed at all. #VSSThreads

Scientists called it a gravitational anomaly. Evangelicals called it the Star Wormwood. Most people didn't bother to name it. Then again, most people were dead. It bombarded the Earth beneath it with gravity waves, crushing and breaking. Humanity fled for the poles. #VSSThreads

A shepherdess noticed her sheep Piled up whenever she'd sleep She found all her fences Insufficient defenses Against her Bo Peep sheep heap creep. #limerick #limericks #VSSThreads

The group crept through the dark forest in terrified silence, flinching at every crackle underfoot. A whisper: "Don't move." No one knew who had spoken. They all froze. "It's watching." A pause. "Where?" "Here," said the first voice, louder and not at all human. #VSSThreads

There once was a cat called Macavity Who dealt in the depths of depravity He schemed, saying, "Soon I will go to the moon!" But he just couldn't command the gravity. #limerick #limericks #VSSThreads

I tell people I have face blindness. It's true enough; I mostly can't see faces. Or bodies. Everyone I see is surrounded by a swirling cloud. Its thickness and opacity indicates how close they are to death. The cloud never changes suddenly. We are all preordained. #VSSThreads

The station was nothing but a cadenced voice reciting number after number. "Three. Fifteen. Twenty. Three. One. Nineteen. Eight. Zero. Three. Fifteen. Twenty...." An inefficient way to transmit a code. A brilliant way to ensure the signal infested curious minds. #VSSThreads

There are signs as a Brinth reaches capacity. The psychic cracks radiate out in odd ways. One might expect anger, but in fact unexpected kindness is more common. This may be the demons trying to hide their escape, or just the Brinth reaching for what he never had. #VSSThreads

"I want to know how old you are." The Librarian widened his smile. "I will tell you in exchange for a small thing: your sense of surety." The man nodded. "I am the age of knowledge. I AM the Age of Knowledge." Was the answer worth the cost? The man did not know. #VSSThreads

There was a news anchor named Missy Stations loved her, though her tone was prissy Nations hung on her views And her take on the news Had the world tuning in with antici #limerick #limericks #VSSThreads

I was a girl once, said the crow. I wore clothes and read books and lived in a house. What was your name?asked the fox. Woe, said the crow. Woe Betide. That's no name for a girl, said the fox. I liked it, said the crow. Maybe that's why they took it away from me. #VSSThreads

Eating people was good, thought the imp. The taste, the crunch, the dripping liquid. But it was all over too fast. Waiting for it all to start, though, it could imagine the sensations over and over again. It licked its lips. The anticipation was the best part. #VSSThreads

In October they put out a cereal Branded around the ethereal Half a year later Why not honor Lord Vader And make breakfast in March more imperial? #limerick #limericks #VSSThreads

By order of the Imperial Chamberlain, Interpreter of the Chained King, the Eternal Dreamer and Protector of these lands: All good folk must come to the capital city. The gates will be sealed in one month. The royal nightmares will be unleashed to cleanse the land. #VSSThreads

A rural engineer named Howard Made his bodyguard robot beef-powered But when bullies came through It would only say "Moo" It turned out that it was a coward. #limerick #limericks #VSSThreads

A songwriter wrote a good groove But his lyrics needed to improve In his head they were fine But mixed up in the line No one it likes to I move, I move. #limerick #limericks #VSSThreads