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Today is May 12th, my official unofficial unbirthday.

It’s the day I chose many a year ago, and that I think of every year as it goes by. Well, this year I wanted to do something about it.

So as a gift to you, whether this is your birthday or your unbirthday too, a fun thing you can read and hopefully enjoy. Written by moi.

** WIPs, Snips, Bits and Bobs** is in-progress. The password is "Amorpho" and it is for-sure good for the rest of May.

Bits and Bobs is not yet available to the public, so you can see my creative process. https://harperkingsley.itch.io/bits-and-bobs

It is currently in constant progress. We are on update: 15 at the moment.

I don’t currently have a cover art on it. I don’t want to start drawing anything or looking at anything until the stories have written themselves.

Feel free to enjoy the Story Prompt Generator prompts before looking at the Results. You might find some inspiration before looking at my brain bunnies.

When the project is completed, for the book or whatever, I’m thinking 60 prompts and 60 results. There are currently more than that at the moment.

I’m going to weed out the stories and expand some into their own thing.

The "Show NSFW" button does nothing at the moment because it requires the paid version. That all will come into play later. Um. (MM. MFM. FMM. FM. poly. kinky.) Whatever I get in request. Tho I’m mostly a lighter(vanilla)-spectrum of erotica writer, sometimes my stuff can get explicit. As such, the NSFW button that can be clicked on and off.

Happy unbirthday to me, to you, from me, to all of you

~HarperWCK

"WIPs, Snips, Bits and Bobs" https://harperkingsley.itch.io/bits-and-bobs

Dedicated to Kevin, M., and Katherine.

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HOBNAIL MOMENT
by Harper Kingsley

murmur murmur. "What the fuck DID YOU SAY TO ME?!?" scritch-SCREECH-crash of a cafeteria chair forcefully shoved across the floor and back into a wall.

Caspian turned his head to look. His lips tightened at what he saw.

Hobbs was leaning over PSI threateningly. The visible portions of her face were a purpling red with her anger. Both hands were firmly planted on the table she’d stood up from. The tips of her fingers had left imprints in the surface.

PSI had the "Oh shit" expression of someone that knew they’d said the wrong thing. He was still seated with his fork in his hand, the tines angled down where the potato salad had globbed back onto his tray.

From Hobbs’ reaction, it must have been pretty bad. She was a steady and level-headed superhero. No complaints on her file.

PSI though…

He wasn’t a bad guy. He was friendly and he was powerful and he had a solid work ethic once he started working. The rest of the time he spent goofing off. And he had a tongue that formed words faster than his brain did thoughts.

Caspian cleared his throat loudly.

A reminder that he was here versus having to deal with this situation? He would take the reminder any day. They were both adults. They’d had interpersonal conflict training. Their friends/coworkers were around.

If he had to step in officially, someone was getting a write up.

How things turned out in the next few minutes would be a clear indicator of the mood between Hobbs and PSI.

Caspian would hate to have to break up a successful squad, but bad blood couldn’t be allowed to stand. Not when they all depended on each other so much to stay alive.

/EXCERPT

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A leaf on the wind. Delicate and drifting, slipping back and forth across the path, flitting from one sight to another. The curiosity of the thing was a hypnotizing oddity.

The Spirit watched the human child through the shifting lens of the Atherial Realms.

Born from corporeal beings that had achieved transcendence, the Spirit had never desired to be a "solid mass" itself.

Until now.

To see the candelight soul flickering and fluttering in its simple joy, followed by the steady presence of the caregiver, for the first time the Spirit wanted.

And so, with a wish of being, the godling took form.

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