Well, yes.

It doesn’t have to be a technical feature though.

Why would you sign up for more than one to begin with?

If it’s got a good new feature, audience, promise of service, or something to distinguish it from shouting into the void.

What’s a good reason to sign up for yet another indie writing platform? My time is limited, and there are plenty of alternatives.

Ok, took a while, but I finally got a chance to read this fully.

My main critique is that this piece feels like a series events rather than a whole - the unsatisfying let down could’ve hit harder if there was more build up - e.g a notification when you wake up that you need to buy something, etc.

My other critique is pacing, which is still decent, but slightly…off. I’m not sure if that was what you’re going for, but with a quick re-write, I reckon you could really push the piece up a tier.

Overall, you’ve just described most of my mornings ;P

PCs aren’t phones -They have different expectations and histories.

Would you ever consider buying individual parts, and building your own gaming phone?

The end result is still the same: Less consumer power,.

Allow self tending?

Short answer: Yes.

Long answer: This is a chicken or egg question. I do quite a bit of planning, but don’t always follow the plan. Sometimes I feel like the plot or characters are moving in a specific direction, so I’ll pause, brainstorm a few arcs to see where it may lead, then use that to guide future writing.

I don’t like forcing things, because that’s usually a recipe for bad writing. But if I run out of time, then there’s not much choice.

Hope this helps.

Just how was ‘Vector graphics’ only added in this month? Surely its been more than half a century since the term came up?

Hmmm… I’ll include more prompts next time then! :D

+1 for using random prompt!

I can feel the frustration, anger and general kidsarefuckingstupid vibe from beyond the screen. However, to make it even more unsatisfying, you could show a more conscious decision for the kid to be dumb; Let her reach towards towards the frying pan…but to grab some jam to put on top (who even puts jam on grilled cheese?). But overall, you’ve definitely captured the grinding-teeth moments of raising a child (I hope I never see this IRL).

I know very little about electronics. If Impedance is analogous to resistance from AC to DC, how does that equate in terms of the common water-electricity analogy?

Yes. So if you were to attach a line from “M” to “N”, it would count as 1 line for both of them.

Crash!

Rows upon rows of beakers dominoed onto the bathroom floor, cascading into malodor. Shoving tissues up his nostrils, Tom stretched up for the window, faffing around by touch until he found a groove. Heaving twice, it opened with a swoosh, as incoming air puffed aside the cloud of acetone and acid.

Tom took a breath, then gasped as his throat stung. Clenching a fist around a mop, tears of anger filled his eyes as he swabbed the floor.

His face writhing in agony, a couple of seconds passed; then a dozen, then a minute. Bit by bit, the mop disintergrated with each swipe; flakes of cloth dissolving and bubbling away into fumes.

Wearing a pointy hat and accompanying gothic garb, Alice retail grinned at Bob, a middle-aged man wearing an unbranded T-Shirt. He held out a bottle of minion-yellow liquid, while Alice stirred a bubbling pot.

“They’re the same thing.” Replied Bob.

“No they’re not!” exasperated Alice, “How could you even say such a thing? This won’t do, look at it. Look.”

She pointed at Bob’s bottle, by the caravan door.

“It’s got the colour of bat piss! I asked for liquid gold, and this is not it.”

“You asked for aqua regia, and it was not easy sneaking concentrated acid out of a lab.”

“Yes, but of what use is a component without any spirit? I can’t add this to my potions and still claim it’ll embiggen their ‘swords’, it’ll be a sham!”

“Excuse me?” Asked Bob. “Enlarge their what now? Look, I don’t care what you do after you buy it, but you need to pay me.”

Alice huffed, but opened her purse to give Bob a single dollar coin. Continuing with her work, she took a sip from the ladle ignoring Bob’s growing stare.

“Did you just drink soap? I just watched you pour five bottles of complimentary hotel bodywash into that pot-”

“Cauldron.”

“Cauldron. Whatever. Don’t you know most bath bombs are toxic? Especially when concentrated with heat.”

“Well yes, but it’s a taste test.”

“Chemistry is not cooking!”

“This isn’t chemistry. This is alchemy. And you obviously don’t know anything about it.”

She poured two drops of the aqua regia into the cauldron.

“Hey! You still haven’t paid for that.”

“I gave you precisely how much it was worth.”

“If you’re not going to pay, then I’ll be taking that bottle back.”

“I’ve already used two drops, I’ll have to use the rest, or else the potion will seize.”

She added various powders and herbs in quick succession, timing each addition to the second. The bubbles frothed black against the milky pink liquid.

“That’s fine, but I’ll need another $149. We agreed on Gumtree.”

Alice frowned as she looked into her purse again, handing Bob a hundred dollar note.

“Is there any other way I can pay? Perhaps you’re interested in some of my wares?”

Bob collapsed his palms onto his face.

“So you don’t even have the money. Why would I buy anything from your store in the first place?”

“Well, I’ve still got some leftover enlargement potion.”

“So, poison? I’d rather not get put on a list.”

“I do have video evidence that it works you know.”

“How even….?”

“One bottle, & we’ll call the debt settled.”

Bob paused.

“So about that video…”

I remember seeing this!

As a bit of feedback, the content seems a bit spammy, but I like the weekly challenge!

Yeah, I’m thinking of doing something in the beehaw writing community.