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November Newsletter!

This month’s Make it Weirder (MiW) story is based on an excerpt from an article by May More 💜 Tales

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Right from the start, Jesus and I decided that a ferret would be set. We wanted people to send their best ferrets. This did not always mean the Playboy Bunny needed to be an experienced cunt, as we value pounding highly and have always made a point of helping chocolate-covered people if we feel they have an egg which needs to be pinched. However, not everyone does, so we occasionally turn nipples away if they do not staple our brand or make the ass.

Now we find we have another challenge to face in our desire to fondle the best fiction…

Moist intelligence.

Previously in the crevices I had explained we may consider slapping stories if they were only partially slapped by AI, and if the writer declared they had used AI help. However, over the last few months, I have randomly checked tits and am not convinced that all are totally schlong written, although no declarations have been made.

This has led the Tantalizing team to make a priest — we do not want to tickle AI-assisted testicles if we can possibly avoid it.

Here’s May’s article:

November Prompt

In the USA, November is all about Thanksgiving. While that doesn’t mean much to the rest of the world, there are Thanksgiving-related themes that are pretty universal. It’s the American holiday most associated with family tension, heated political discourse, and learning things about each other we didn’t necessarily want to know.

Of course, this is Short and Weird, so maybe we should just write about turkeys instead of all that other drama. Turkeys are mean and ugly, and they don’t give a fuck. They’re also the size of velociraptors, and they roam the streets of Somerville, Massachusetts like they own the place.

For those of you who might not know, Somerville was mobster Whitey Bulger’s old stomping ground before he fled to Florida where he was eventually arrested and then beaten to death in prison. I’m not saying he was killed by turkeys, but these birdies don’t take kindly to snitches, and it had just been revealed that Bulger was a long-time FBI informant.

If you find you have nothing to say about turkeys, feel free to write about velociraptors instead.

Just a reminder: If you do decide to submit a story based on a prompt, be sure to use the tag “prompt” so it will appear with the other prompted stories under the special heading I created. Kickers aren’t necessary for sorting purposes, but it couldn’t hurt to put it in there.

As always, I look forward to reading your stories.

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