An assortment of 50-word drabblets, related (for the most part) only by having been written for the weekly prompts on Sarah Hoyt's blog.

A girl in modern-day Alabama, yearning to penetrate the secrets of the universe, is transported in a dream to the very end of cosmic civilization. Basically an introductory overview of my private legendarium, for anyone who may happen to be interested.

Born 3 August 2020, in a litter of five (order uncertain); died 30 June/1 July 2021.

When a lifelong conviction results in a manifest absurdity, what's a conscientious young woman to do? Perhaps you readers can say.

A prequel of sorts to my "Cephalaspis Dialogues", in which Cephalaspis, newly introduced into the museum, tackles the true meaning of wealth and economic value.

The fossils in a natural-history museum discuss evolution when the humans aren't around. What conclusions will they come to?

The only explanation is the journey.

Raised by bodiless minds on a lifeless world, what will become of Sofia when the fullness of her humanity awakens within her?

Supplementary verses for four familiar hymns and worship songs. Original librettists' refrains included for identification.

A 200-word drabble inspired by the events of the past weekend. Because you have to feel sorry for the people who do this for a living. [Reprinted in Lit to Print magazine, issue #2.]

Call it a moment of self-criticism.

A new look at an old evolutionist trope.

A firsthand description of what it feels like to be banished from the realms of Faerie. A fragment of a longer story that was never written.

Exactly what the title says. Special mention in my next posting for the first person to solve it.

Being exactly what the title says.

From the second day of Creation to 18th-century Venice, from an alien city to the set of the world's worst talk show, this is a story of an ancient magic, and the wonders it worked in those who came in contact with it.

No particular plot, just a humorous portrait of five complicated and rather eccentric thinking machines.

Being, well... an evening prayer.

Yes, she is a real person, why?

A tale of tragic irony, cruel fate, and monastic shellfish.