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B. Fowler
@bfowler.bsky.social
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Amateur/talentless writer and artist. Interested in #Fantasy and #SciFi. Lover of #VideoGames, #Anime, and #Sweets. Scientist by day. #VSS365
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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · Nov 13
I haven't seen anyone else do this yet, so I've created a starter pack for #vss365 posters. This includes people who appear currently active in this activity as well as the vss365 feed. There are still a few spots left in this starter pack, so let me know if there are more people for me to add.
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And so he got up in the #dark and came home in the dark. Still, he lacked for nothing. The brightness from his children's smiles was enough. #vss365
February 12, 2026 at 5:56 PM
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He clicked “save” and leaned back. The out-of-office reply was utterly professional, and, as he read it one last time, he couldn’t help but admire the final #touch: a stock image of a cruise ship on the ocean. #vss365
February 11, 2026 at 6:09 PM
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It wasn’t just a house. It was where she grew up. She stood in the doorway of her childhood bedroom, and the emptiness #ached. #vss365
February 10, 2026 at 4:50 PM
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Her head knew it was a bad idea. So did her gut. And her #bones. Only her heart lagged behind, stubborn and unconvinced. #vss365
February 9, 2026 at 5:47 PM
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When he smiled, his eyes went #lambent, and for a moment she believed him. Then she noticed they weren’t looking at her at all, but were drifting over her hair and shoulder. #vss365
February 5, 2026 at 4:47 PM
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She was being haunted by a #ghost, but a distinctively cruel one: it was her pre-baby self. The specter was glowing, firm, and annoyingly well-rested, hovering over the wreckage the children had left behind. #vss365
February 4, 2026 at 5:17 PM
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Outside the window, traffic #thrummed on, a low, continuous sound that softened rather than sharpened the day. It blended with the light and the stillness until everything felt gently suspended. Nothing urgent pressed in, not yet. The city seemed content to hum along without him. #vss365
January 30, 2026 at 10:42 PM
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He reached for a cookie, stomach growling, yet something felt off. He knew he’d been trying to #obfuscate the real reason he was hungry, unwilling to face whether it was boredom or loneliness. The soft bite didn’t solve anything, but it let him feel something anyway. #vss365
January 29, 2026 at 8:16 PM
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At first, it was a #quiver in her right hand, subtle enough to ignore. She held her coffee cup tighter than usual, pretending the tremor wasn’t there, pretending her children couldn’t see. But she could feel it in every bone and tendon, a betrayal that whispered she was slipping, bit by bit. #vss365
January 28, 2026 at 8:05 PM
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He lingered on the #cusp of confession, rehearsing truths he had buried for years. The room smelled of dust and old paper, as if the past had been expecting him. #vss365
January 26, 2026 at 9:12 PM
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Breakfast was perfect. Syrup traced a careful #drizzle across the stack of fluffy pancakes. Somewhere beyond the walls, the world was ending, but breakfast was perfect. #vss365
January 23, 2026 at 4:12 PM
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She stood in the kitchen, suddenly #unmoored. There were no small voices calling her name, no small emergencies demanding triage. The evening stretched ahead of her like open water. Grandma had the kids, and for a little while she could drift until she remembered her course. #vss365
January 22, 2026 at 10:43 PM
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She didn’t want this to break her. On the other hand, she’d also prefer it not #bend her into something unrecognizable. #vss365
January 21, 2026 at 5:47 PM
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The deadline #loomed in the background of his life, not unlike an unpaid actor who refuses to leave the stage. It coughed meaningfully whenever he turned his attention elsewhere. Still, the deadline held its position, certain that consequences would provide the final applause. #vss365
January 20, 2026 at 6:43 PM
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It was hard to explain how she got into this situation, but it simply started as a cute, #kooky idea with no real forethought. #vss365
January 11, 2026 at 12:10 PM
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His #delivery was an utter mess, both his hands and voice were shaking. She didn't seem to notice, and said "yes". #vss365
January 9, 2026 at 5:06 PM
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Strings carried the water, woodwinds breathed the steam, muted tones held the leaves, and soft percussion rang like porcelain touched by warmth. When the #symphony ended, she decided to make another cup of tea. #vss365
January 7, 2026 at 4:45 PM
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It was a quiet look, one she hadn’t noticed at the time, but recognized now with a delayed clarity. That should have been the red flag, a moment that should have #spooked her into stepping back, into asking questions. Instead, she dismissed it as fatigue, much to her detriment. #vss365
January 6, 2026 at 5:16 PM
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As an update for my four followers, I have written three (bad) short stories since I had this impulse.

Writing more short stories is going to be my key goal for 2026.

Here are some of my thoughts on writing a short story every week thus far /
bfowler.bsky.social B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · Sep 22
I watched two youtube videos too close together, and I've decided that I'm going to write a short story every week.

A thread on how I've decided to write more than I should. /
December 30, 2025 at 5:30 PM
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By the time the decorations came down, whatever warmth they had brought with them was already thinning. The holiday cheer and laughter didn’t #travel well, and had gotten lost somewhere between Christmas morning and the long stretch of winter that followed. #vss365
December 30, 2025 at 5:01 PM
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She found herself measuring the distance to rest inch by inch, as though the night had turned the floor into a long, unforgiving terrain. She wanted to #jump into bed, but instead she was crawling. #vss365
December 23, 2025 at 4:56 PM
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His new diet had left him with no real victory. He could eat the lunch he wanted and #regret it later, or he could eat the lunch he’d packed and regret it today. Either way, remorse would be served right on schedule. #vss365
December 18, 2025 at 4:44 PM
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Completely buried beneath a tangle of blankets, she lay still, unable to #recall ever feeling warm. Winter had only just begun. She decided her life from now on would include movies, thick socks, and no real intention of going outside. #vss365
December 17, 2025 at 4:50 PM
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Hanging the holiday lights was already too much. After all those years of them together, the #memory was going dim. He wondered when tradition became a dare, and who he was trying to impress by finishing it. #vss365
December 16, 2025 at 5:09 PM
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The project was collapsing under its own weight, a tangle of deadlines no one could possibly meet. Whoever her #successor was... she wouldn't know. She only knew they were inheriting a disaster, and there was nothing she could do for them. #vss365
December 12, 2025 at 4:06 PM