submitted. now the suspense really starts. #500WordChallenge2025

Oh no @somafm.bsky.social !

100 word ghost story submitted to #nycmidnight #microfictionchallenge100 - fun genre!

Neither ARC9 nor Sandy #sonder seem. Each unique even within their dreams. #vss365

ARC9 extended a futile #collar toward the fleeing streetdog. There would need to be a plan B.

Soon thereafter, Sandy returned with a pinstriped suit in his maw. Let’s see who fits in now…

The robot blinked silently. #vss365

Sandy could tell "robot," even with his eyes closed-- and not just ARC9. Robots were too quick to answer questions, frequently knowing an answer before a question was asked. To #delay is human, the street dog mused. #vss365

When Sandy started out towards Little Oaf, the tips of the #skerry were clear as day. Unfortunately, the tides were coming in faster than the streetdog was dog-paddling, and he quickly became uncomfortably lost.

So that's why ARC9 attached the rope to my collar... good robot, he barked. #vss365

As a puppy, Sandy saw countless ships, planes and adventurous gulls disappear over the #horizon. He knew one day he would commandeer a ship and join their exploration of the vast open sea. Today, the dream still lives on.

ARC9 wondered why all the streedog's dreams involved theft. #vss365

A muddy Sandy darted between ARC9’s legs into the shelter. Mully dove toward the bedroom door, just halting the streetdog before he could #hop onto the resident beds.
“A nutmeg, Robot!” Mully gasped. “Pay more attention.”
ARC9 consulted the chore board. Who had laundry detail? Blink blink. #vss365

i once got caught in the #rain
and no it wasn’t in Spain
t’was just over there
so full of fresh air
that even i could not complain
#vss365

Sandy snorted at Sully's ratty t-shirt--a train hurtling over a snow-capped mountain pass, tooting in 64-point comic sans, 'Life's a #Journey.'
"Don't worry ol'boy," Sully said, scratching the streetdog's ear. He turned to ARC9. "We'll sneak you on."
The robot blinked in silence. #vss365

ARC9 and Sandy responded to the bell, only to find Sully already at the front door ranting.
"I needa write it down? Send yer boss a #postcard? I'm innocent-"
"Woh," the detective outside said, raising his hands. "I have the holiday pies."
"Er, sorry, come in."
The streetdog wagged agreement.
#vss365

today is a perfect hat-no-gloves day.

With a sudden sniff, Sandy veered ninety degrees to the left, nearly knocking ARC9 to the ground. Could evidence really #travel from the streetdog's nose to his feet that quickly? Less than 75 milliseconds, the robot calculated.

And then, there was the blueskyberry pie. Mystery solved. #vss365

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