#Vss365

Steph Ondrusek ((she/her))

It was years before I realized what it really was. That was one gift a home that wasn't a home gave me: alone in my room, I became the #storyteller,

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On a #settle of branch the woodpigeon rests, fat with sun. A head-tucked up ball of stormy grey, looking down through a blow of curtain to a yawn of boy,

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Brussel sprouted in Crowcombe, from a seed borne on the wind from Corfe. His green skin shivered in the night air beneath the lit windows of the Carew Arms. It

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Rab shivers awake, feeling thin and pale on white. She strokes her long soft ears, twitches her nose and looks up, suddenly #arrested by a gaze. Whose eyes are those?

Rachel DeSot ☕️📖

She sat upon the hill, her #wildflower eyes reflecting the rippling bluebonnets. Her long hair tangled in the wind, and she was whisked into the sky like a kite. She

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Edward pulls the cart wearily into the allotment, its wheels coated in mud, his boots thick with clay, twigs n leaves. Mushrooms behind his ears. "Wakey wakey my little #morphisms!"

Peter James Martin

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There was only the black.The young woman, allowed herself to sink further into the abyss. Overcome with the loss of identity.A rose appeared, floating in the dark.Without #vacillating, she reached

On the kitchen table stands a bowl, usually used for fruits. As we pack everything for moving, Ida takes it in her hands to wrap it with paper."I never thought

🌻Bee🐝Springs🐇🖋🐕Steve📚

Her gun stops him mid weigh. Now the grocer's interested. Every detail of Agent Lemon burns the retina of his eyes. He sees a fractured mind, a shard, a fraction

Amy, an #obeisant employee,worked late to finish a report. She missed her bus &dreaded the long walk home.She spotted him #limned by the streetlight & shivered as she hurried past.

I know he peeps through the #keyhole. I don't mind, even more: it turns me on. Standing between door & bed, I undress. Then I lie down and spread my

🌻Bee🐝Springs🐇🖋🐕Steve📚

Edward stepped from the claw boat into Dunster Castle's cavernous underbelly, fire burning in his empty sockets. Maggots writhed beneath his peeling skin from bones in the pale light of

Armond the Incredible

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Gabe Valentine - I am grateful for what I have

Out of the WreckageTears ripple and splashupon the shores of your soulbeckoning you deeperinto yourselfwhile beating heartpounds deafness in your ear.Echoes of your life reverberateand float long enoughto remind youwhere

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We chromed our selves, hiding away from the beautiful process of the sun, fearing the air and the world,We locked ourselves into the silver future, waiting for hardness to soften

🌻Bee🐝Springs🐇🖋🐕Steve📚

"Am I a real girl?" She listens to her whirrs & clicks, slides her pale hand over his black skin. "Of course you are, sweetie. You're my girl. You just