111.1 #vss365 #jade
... forever waltzing to manic melodies on some dark square between the buildings of his familyβs #jaded minds.
in DANSE MACABRE
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#AmListening #NowPlaying
Alone Together Β· Chet Baker
www.youtube.com/watch?v=p0zI...
110.1 #vss365 #undersea
Deep undersea, a sad oyster spits out a tiny black pearl. ...
in UNDERSEA
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109.2 #vss365 #trickery #poetry
Affection
turns to ash
in her mouth
as you speak.
Lethal hubris
makes you enter
tragic waters blind
to trickery.
Red bath,
spoiled blood
once again.
Your vanity,
her revenge;
all is ash.
Hush now,
Agamemnon.
βͺοΈβͺοΈβͺοΈ
#amwriting #flashfiction #microfiction
Later, she would tell the inspectors it had been the clichΓ© of it all that had made her feel utterly queasy in the first place. ...
in DRAGON DAY
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109.1 #vss365 #trickery
... slow dancing their never-ending final vow to the same sad jazz lullaby: a requiem for what could not be and never was, its trickery scars now sunbleached, yet still burning deep.
in SUNDAY SONG
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β¬οΈInspired by Why Not Sneeze, Rose SΓ©lavy? (1921) "assisted Readymade" sculpture by Marcel Duchamp (1887-1968)
108.2 #amwriting #poetry
Broke your teeth on
white marble posing
as sugar cubes.
Your tiny dish is crazed,
the cuttlebone wonβt float,
no warmth can ignite
the old thermometer.
So βWhy not sneeze, Rose,β
and finally fly the coop?
βͺοΈβͺοΈβͺοΈ
#amwriting #flashfiction
Her skin carries ash from battles, triaging souls to Valhalla and damning the rest. There are so many ramparts around her heart that most believe it can't be found. ...
in OF ASH AND GLITTER
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108.1. #vss365 #investiture
All you have to do is
let the Muse burn you,
until nothing remains
but tempered words:
investiture by fire.
βͺοΈβͺοΈβͺοΈ
#amwriting a new novella
& #amlistening #nowplaying
U2 - Love Is Blindness
Love is clockworks
And cold steel
Fingers too numb to feel
Squeeze the handle
Blow out the candle
Love is blindness
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107.2 #vss365 #seafoam
Memories, like pale seafoam, evanescing as your tide ebbs away; a clean slate before the end.
βͺοΈβͺοΈβͺοΈ
107.1 #vss365 #seafoam
After the body is gone, words linger: seafoam castles stranded on the beach.
βͺοΈβͺοΈβͺοΈ
#amwriting #flashfiction
One fine morning, in a village this writer shall not name, people woke up and realized their eyes had turned purple.
Deep imperial ianthine, soft lavender, vibrant violet irises, purple all without ...
in INK ME PURPLE (OR NOT)
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106.2 #vss365 #hammer
Poor Hephaestus: hammering away at the net that will prove him right and break his heart.
βͺοΈβͺοΈβͺοΈ
106.1 #vss365 #hammer
There will always be a place for whatever that was β in the little blue cupboard we pretend not to see β alongside all the other hammered-out trinkets: too broken to mend, odd enough to keep.
βͺοΈβͺοΈβͺοΈ
106.1 #vss365 #hammer
There will always be a place for whatever that was β in the little blue cupboard we pretend not to see β alongside all the other hammered-out trinkets: too broken to mend, odd enough to keep.
βͺοΈβͺοΈβͺοΈ
The #peek scurried up a trunk and along a branch, disturbing a whisper of ghostly leaves. It paused at the very tip before leaping to a round and round landing inside the left lense of a girl's binoculars, where it rolled up tight inside the blink of an eye before seeping out into her mind.
#vss365
Patchie Steve!!! π
I missed your words!π€
The never-ending entrails of the eternal electric worm conducted signals that only the blind, mute, and deaf blue priestesses of the old ruined temple on Azurine 34B2030 could interpret and relay to the faithful by means of randomly slapping the...
in AROMA
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#amwriting #flashfiction
It was only after victory that she entered the ancient, long-abandoned temple and, once alone, finally allowed anger to be turned into waterfalls of grief.
in LOST WATERFALLS
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#amwriting #slipstream #noir #flashfiction
Fiammetta didn't realize she was a dragon at once that morning. Her body seemed quite normal ...
in DRAGON DAY
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Have a wonderful time!
#vss365 #loop
I wrote this story back in 2013. It was already pretty Kafkaesque. Today (April 14, 2026), I decided to make it a bit more Noir, so itβs now also an homage to Raymond Chandler.
LOOP NOIR
A Tribute to the Masters
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104.2 #FairyTaleFlash #FairyTaleTuesday
#amwriting #slipstream #flashfiction
First day writing for this challenge.π
DRAGON DAY
Fiammetta didn't realize she was a #dragon at once that morning. Her body seemed quite normal ...
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Write. Create. Be inspired. The #2WordPrompt for 14-APR-26 is:
Remote & Version
#Prompt
#vss365 #letters #amwriting #flashfiction #microfiction
Never put yourself between a dragon and their poison of choice. It spells disaster with capital letters.
in DRAGON DAY
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Black redstart singing outside my bedroom window seems to think I should be up and writing... Fine.
#amwriting #flashfiction
"What about poets?"
"Poets?" The gravedigger scoffed. "They haunt everything. Bare trees in winter. Blossoms in spring. A smile, a frown. A wink! They'll haunt the whistle in your kettle if you let them."
in KETTLE IN THE WIND
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