This week’s prompt is
November 14, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes a lie. What is the lie? It can be subtle or blatant. Who tells the lie and why? Is it an unreliable narrator? Go where the prompt leads!
Little Tittweaking’s Reptilarium (owner: Jack Natter, something of a toad) comprising: Lounge, a swarthy narcoleptic lizard; Sid, a hissing salamander; and Griselda, a Peruvian gecko with attachment issues was struggling. Sid’s susurrating serenades slumped and when the preternaturally adhesive Griselda stuck herself to some passing Jedi missionaries, things looked bleak. Trying to prove Lounge was a natural levitator by feeding him an exclusive diet of mosquitos was a desperate bid to stave off bankruptcy. His film of Lounge, describing a high-pitched, helium-induced parabola fooled no-one and his humiliation complete when the paper ran with: Fake Newts Shame Little Tittweaking.
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About TanGental
My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline.
I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy.
I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere.
These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
TanGental 
Oh! Bless!
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Exactly.
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Splendid – story, toad, alliteration.
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Exactly; what else are Christmas jumpers for?
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Congrats. (I think)
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Best to remain cautious, John. Compliments have a habit of going to my head (other body parts are accessible)
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I’ll take that under advisement.
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Is there no end to your brilliance? Great stuff!
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Oh stop it; I have a team of writers; doesn’t everyone?
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Your comment had me looking for the collective term for writers. There is no definitive term it would seem, but there are various oft suggested ones including: a worship; a collective; a scribble; a well; a shock; a chapter; a network; a buzz; a chat. Source is:
http://awfullybigblogadventure.blogspot.com/2012/05/what-do-you-call-group-of-writers-lynne.html
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Yes there must be a term… hmm
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I don’t know how you do it, but I’m glad you do. So funny!
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Not sure myself
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😂
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How strange, Geoff, I started writing a poem about lizards today. The tone of my poem is a tad different from your story though.
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Ha! Brilliant ending to a wittily told tale. I do hope the good citizens of Little Tittweaking can crawl out of their mess.
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They live difficult and confusing lives!
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