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Thank you, Jen. 🙏😀We have lots planned who knows what we'll actually be able to do.

Thank you, Sheilagh.

Thank you, Regina!

Yes, and only so much time. 😀Thank you.

Thanks.

Thank you!

My daughter is flying in tomorrow. We haven't seen her in over a year, so I'll be AWOL for a couple of weeks.

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Thank you, Dora! 🙏😀

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My pleasure, Jen. No cry, Jen. 😀

For my penultimate prompt, I'm changing course. A false cognate (or false friend!) has the same spelling in English and Afrikaans, but different meanings. Today's means walk in Afrikaans, but it's a circle or cycle in English. The #vss365 #prompt for April 14, 2026 is #loop

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He led a dreary existence, caught in an endless #loop. Demoted and displaced. Did anyone even remember his name? But the sun only had a tenuous hold on him, and his bags had been packed long ago. With a gentle tug, Pluto was free. A rogue planet in search of a better life.

My pleasure, Lee.

In case you're sick of cognates, healing's on the way! 😄 The lovely @brooksiesbooks.bsky.social is going to be your #vss365 host from 16 - 30 April. We've heard whispers of mythology and folklore that'll inspire you and spark your imaginations. Let's follow her down her hosting path! 😊

ALIEN LIFE ALIEN LIFE When the aliens came, old Mr. Dunlap was sitting on his porch, eyes to the West, waiting for the sun to set beyond the hills – ju...

#vss365 #letters #amwriting #flashfiction
Warning: This story might be too sweet.🍪😊

ALIEN LIFE

When the aliens came, old Mr. Dunlap was sitting on his porch, eyes to the West, waiting for the sun to set beyond the hills – just as he did every day.
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“What gives you the right to play god with my life,” said the mob boss.

“Good point. Allow me to counterpoint,” sneered Nick.

Shplak! He plunged a #letter opener deep into dude’s maw, mid-protest. That criminal bastard choked on his own spit and claret.

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"The letters are dancing on the page in two-minute intervals. I misspelled 'acute' with a q. I called a trigger a gunfire doo-hickey. I've been up for 27 hours straight n' it shows."

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#vss365 #letters

I wish I had the words
All those ways of playing them
Up and down and roundabout
The syntax and the synergy
Of wordplay and its meaning
But I do not
I've fetchings that my fingers bring
Typing without thinking
No time investment
In a career as wordsmith
I am a man of random letters

It was late when Tris found the ripped up #letters in her great-aunt’s trashcan. She puzzled them together in her room, some pieces scorched, the rest water damaged. A few blurry word stood out: Ava, her mother’s name, and Willowmere, her childhood home.
It was a start.
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"Burn the #letter, burn it." These were his last words, his last wish. Yet no, in a locked wooden box inlaid with the silver sigil of his house it lay unseen and untouched for two and twenty years, until I caught the wasting fever. "Don't burn it," said l, but they put flame to everything.
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Wow, that ending! Very intriguing.

#vss365 She read the writing on the wall. Despite the fact that it kept changing, with new words appearing all the time, she did her best to ignore it. The #letters were in a variety of languages, some of which she recognised. Some just made her shudder. The words kept coming...

This is beautiful, Jen.

A poem I wrote, which reads: Letters worn thin with time, creased like my body that has learned how to hold softness without folding in on itself. I am no longer waiting to be written. I am the page that remembers every hand that tried to tear through it, all the spilled ink that believed it would not fade. I am beautifully read, every day- not for what was said to me, but for all the ways I learned to write myself anew.

#letters #vss365
#poetry #bskypoets
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When long-distance calls were prohibitively expensive, we communicated by #letters. For the price of a postage stamp, much less than a quarter in my memory, we could pour our hearts out to each other, uninterrupted. Delivery was often the next day. It seemed remarkable.
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DRAGON DAY DRAGON DAY Fiammetta didn't realize she was a dragon at once that morning. Her body seemed quite normal; for a woman of that age, of course....

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Never put yourself between a dragon and their poison of choice. It spells disaster with capital letters.

in DRAGON DAY
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I understand, Patchie. 🙏🌥🌷Well, it's great to see your words again.

Burned Out YouTube video by dodie - Topic

#AmListening #Dodie

"Don't build hope on something broken
I am not cartoon"

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