Bethany Samaddar
@blsamaddar.bsky.social
#Writer #poetry #flashfiction Debut novel coming soon. Fan of coffee, kindness, musicals, salty air, chocolate & peanut butter (together, of course). Optimist, mom, wife.
#WritingCommunity #vss365
#WritingCommunity #vss365
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Slipping through a door,
she chases light,
reprieve from the shadowscape within.
The air beyond is still,
neither warm nor cold,
sighing in moonlight not meant for her
She traces “sorry” on a hidden #measure of skin,
returning to her starless sleep.
There, among her shadows, she is home.
#vss365
she chases light,
reprieve from the shadowscape within.
The air beyond is still,
neither warm nor cold,
sighing in moonlight not meant for her
She traces “sorry” on a hidden #measure of skin,
returning to her starless sleep.
There, among her shadows, she is home.
#vss365
November 11, 2025 at 9:43 PM
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#vss365 #prompt
Good morning.
#November11th is the day we remember with gratitude the immeasurable numbers of people who died fighting fascism. We vowed it would never happen again - but here it is. I pray it doesn't prevail.
Today's word is #measure
Good morning.
#November11th is the day we remember with gratitude the immeasurable numbers of people who died fighting fascism. We vowed it would never happen again - but here it is. I pray it doesn't prevail.
Today's word is #measure
a butterfly flies over a field of red flowers at sunset
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November 11, 2025 at 8:48 AM
#vss365 #prompt
Good morning.
#November11th is the day we remember with gratitude the immeasurable numbers of people who died fighting fascism. We vowed it would never happen again - but here it is. I pray it doesn't prevail.
Today's word is #measure
Good morning.
#November11th is the day we remember with gratitude the immeasurable numbers of people who died fighting fascism. We vowed it would never happen again - but here it is. I pray it doesn't prevail.
Today's word is #measure
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It was a moment of clarity, an epiphany. He believed the measured distance of fragments of time would enable him to travel to the past & into the future. He began to assemble the necessary writings & mathematics for the job but fell dead from excitement. #vss365 #vsstimetravel
November 11, 2025 at 9:23 PM
It was a moment of clarity, an epiphany. He believed the measured distance of fragments of time would enable him to travel to the past & into the future. He began to assemble the necessary writings & mathematics for the job but fell dead from excitement. #vss365 #vsstimetravel
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The treasures secured at a very young age was too immense for Mary.
Be it Wisdom, #Honour, Pride, Glory, Wealth, Name and Fame
But for more than a decade pirates went absconded stealing all these golden valuables without #measures
Indeed it was "GOD'S GIFT" and Future !!!
#vss365
#Bravewrite
Be it Wisdom, #Honour, Pride, Glory, Wealth, Name and Fame
But for more than a decade pirates went absconded stealing all these golden valuables without #measures
Indeed it was "GOD'S GIFT" and Future !!!
#vss365
#Bravewrite
November 11, 2025 at 9:54 AM
The treasures secured at a very young age was too immense for Mary.
Be it Wisdom, #Honour, Pride, Glory, Wealth, Name and Fame
But for more than a decade pirates went absconded stealing all these golden valuables without #measures
Indeed it was "GOD'S GIFT" and Future !!!
#vss365
#Bravewrite
Be it Wisdom, #Honour, Pride, Glory, Wealth, Name and Fame
But for more than a decade pirates went absconded stealing all these golden valuables without #measures
Indeed it was "GOD'S GIFT" and Future !!!
#vss365
#Bravewrite
Slipping through a door,
she chases light,
reprieve from the shadowscape within.
The air beyond is still,
neither warm nor cold,
sighing in moonlight not meant for her
She traces “sorry” on a hidden #measure of skin,
returning to her starless sleep.
There, among her shadows, she is home.
#vss365
she chases light,
reprieve from the shadowscape within.
The air beyond is still,
neither warm nor cold,
sighing in moonlight not meant for her
She traces “sorry” on a hidden #measure of skin,
returning to her starless sleep.
There, among her shadows, she is home.
#vss365
November 11, 2025 at 9:43 PM
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She began each day at the library smiling at the books and felt convinced they smiled back. The shelves held works of great #literature by long gone authors, brightly illustrated children’s books, well read crime novels, spicy fantasy stories. Life was here between the pages. She was home. #vss365
November 10, 2025 at 8:21 AM
She began each day at the library smiling at the books and felt convinced they smiled back. The shelves held works of great #literature by long gone authors, brightly illustrated children’s books, well read crime novels, spicy fantasy stories. Life was here between the pages. She was home. #vss365
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Bits and pieces
Of #literature
Inked on my skin
A reminder of your kind
From folklores and rainy day tales
Scrolls of scripture some a prayer
Affirmations and musings
Goosebumps read like braille
Feelings that look better
Dressed up as words
#vss365 #pic Pinterest
Of #literature
Inked on my skin
A reminder of your kind
From folklores and rainy day tales
Scrolls of scripture some a prayer
Affirmations and musings
Goosebumps read like braille
Feelings that look better
Dressed up as words
#vss365 #pic Pinterest
November 10, 2025 at 1:54 PM
Bits and pieces
Of #literature
Inked on my skin
A reminder of your kind
From folklores and rainy day tales
Scrolls of scripture some a prayer
Affirmations and musings
Goosebumps read like braille
Feelings that look better
Dressed up as words
#vss365 #pic Pinterest
Of #literature
Inked on my skin
A reminder of your kind
From folklores and rainy day tales
Scrolls of scripture some a prayer
Affirmations and musings
Goosebumps read like braille
Feelings that look better
Dressed up as words
#vss365 #pic Pinterest
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you take
but don't really look
like literature
passed out on the street
maybe one day
my eyes will be
something you want to meet
looking at each other
used to be a pastime
now we just pass
I'm in bed and I don't know
where you are
it's night
we should be looking
at stars
#vss365
but don't really look
like literature
passed out on the street
maybe one day
my eyes will be
something you want to meet
looking at each other
used to be a pastime
now we just pass
I'm in bed and I don't know
where you are
it's night
we should be looking
at stars
#vss365
November 11, 2025 at 3:47 AM
you take
but don't really look
like literature
passed out on the street
maybe one day
my eyes will be
something you want to meet
looking at each other
used to be a pastime
now we just pass
I'm in bed and I don't know
where you are
it's night
we should be looking
at stars
#vss365
but don't really look
like literature
passed out on the street
maybe one day
my eyes will be
something you want to meet
looking at each other
used to be a pastime
now we just pass
I'm in bed and I don't know
where you are
it's night
we should be looking
at stars
#vss365
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November 10, 2025 at 6:28 PM
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#vss365
You're a piece of work
improvisational fiction,
unreliable as narrator
of your own autobiography.
Thrilling. Moody.
Foreshadowing a future
in complicated metaphor.
Pulp into #literature
mundane to-dos
peppered with prose.
Exciting. Tragic.
Laughing. Tears.
Hopeful years
yet to be written.
You're a piece of work
improvisational fiction,
unreliable as narrator
of your own autobiography.
Thrilling. Moody.
Foreshadowing a future
in complicated metaphor.
Pulp into #literature
mundane to-dos
peppered with prose.
Exciting. Tragic.
Laughing. Tears.
Hopeful years
yet to be written.
November 10, 2025 at 6:42 PM
#vss365
You're a piece of work
improvisational fiction,
unreliable as narrator
of your own autobiography.
Thrilling. Moody.
Foreshadowing a future
in complicated metaphor.
Pulp into #literature
mundane to-dos
peppered with prose.
Exciting. Tragic.
Laughing. Tears.
Hopeful years
yet to be written.
You're a piece of work
improvisational fiction,
unreliable as narrator
of your own autobiography.
Thrilling. Moody.
Foreshadowing a future
in complicated metaphor.
Pulp into #literature
mundane to-dos
peppered with prose.
Exciting. Tragic.
Laughing. Tears.
Hopeful years
yet to be written.
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"I see a pile of notebooks and towers of coffee cups. Gone back to writing your Eratica have you?" I asked.
"Of fukin course! I can't give up on da #literature masterpiece of our times!" Riz replied.
"I think we have different thoughts on what that means."
#vss365 #riztherogue
"Of fukin course! I can't give up on da #literature masterpiece of our times!" Riz replied.
"I think we have different thoughts on what that means."
#vss365 #riztherogue
November 10, 2025 at 7:40 PM
"I see a pile of notebooks and towers of coffee cups. Gone back to writing your Eratica have you?" I asked.
"Of fukin course! I can't give up on da #literature masterpiece of our times!" Riz replied.
"I think we have different thoughts on what that means."
#vss365 #riztherogue
"Of fukin course! I can't give up on da #literature masterpiece of our times!" Riz replied.
"I think we have different thoughts on what that means."
#vss365 #riztherogue
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A wind howled, gusts of gale force rocked his house to his delight. He methodically toiled at creating a carrionette with a silver needle he'd learn of from his gothic literature. Being an invalid & shunned by his neighbors, he'd conjured a plan of revenge. #horrorprompt #vss365
November 10, 2025 at 9:13 PM
A wind howled, gusts of gale force rocked his house to his delight. He methodically toiled at creating a carrionette with a silver needle he'd learn of from his gothic literature. Being an invalid & shunned by his neighbors, he'd conjured a plan of revenge. #horrorprompt #vss365
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‘To be or not to be?’
That is no longer the question.
Instead, modern #literature declareth it to be:
‘Who the **** is Madeline?’
#vss365
That is no longer the question.
Instead, modern #literature declareth it to be:
‘Who the **** is Madeline?’
#vss365
a woman in a pink top sits at a table with a cup of coffee in her hand
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November 10, 2025 at 10:35 PM
‘To be or not to be?’
That is no longer the question.
Instead, modern #literature declareth it to be:
‘Who the **** is Madeline?’
#vss365
That is no longer the question.
Instead, modern #literature declareth it to be:
‘Who the **** is Madeline?’
#vss365
Her thoughts slip past law’s sunlit shallows
Into waters yet unnamed
Where touch is a shapeless wind,
brooding with the sea
There, he meets her—
where nightfall undresses,
and horizons melt beyond fear.
#vss365
Into waters yet unnamed
Where touch is a shapeless wind,
brooding with the sea
There, he meets her—
where nightfall undresses,
and horizons melt beyond fear.
#vss365
November 11, 2025 at 3:22 AM
Her thoughts slip past law’s sunlit shallows
Into waters yet unnamed
Where touch is a shapeless wind,
brooding with the sea
There, he meets her—
where nightfall undresses,
and horizons melt beyond fear.
#vss365
Into waters yet unnamed
Where touch is a shapeless wind,
brooding with the sea
There, he meets her—
where nightfall undresses,
and horizons melt beyond fear.
#vss365
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literature of morning
stirs gently in our chest
growing soft and fair
oh, can you hear it
the sweetest of melodies
rising in this silent dawn
feel, welcoming warmth
blushing amber honey
upon your face
her poetry a sweet grace
as the world above
stretches in endless pink clouds
#vss365
stirs gently in our chest
growing soft and fair
oh, can you hear it
the sweetest of melodies
rising in this silent dawn
feel, welcoming warmth
blushing amber honey
upon your face
her poetry a sweet grace
as the world above
stretches in endless pink clouds
#vss365
November 10, 2025 at 1:20 PM
literature of morning
stirs gently in our chest
growing soft and fair
oh, can you hear it
the sweetest of melodies
rising in this silent dawn
feel, welcoming warmth
blushing amber honey
upon your face
her poetry a sweet grace
as the world above
stretches in endless pink clouds
#vss365
stirs gently in our chest
growing soft and fair
oh, can you hear it
the sweetest of melodies
rising in this silent dawn
feel, welcoming warmth
blushing amber honey
upon your face
her poetry a sweet grace
as the world above
stretches in endless pink clouds
#vss365
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#vss365 #prompt #Nov10
Greetings! I didn't want to wake up this morning,but here I am with today's word - #literature. According to Collins that is any writing of artistic merit,which isn't much help when deciding on the genre of my books.Are they literary or pulp fiction?
I may go back to bed now.
Greetings! I didn't want to wake up this morning,but here I am with today's word - #literature. According to Collins that is any writing of artistic merit,which isn't much help when deciding on the genre of my books.Are they literary or pulp fiction?
I may go back to bed now.
November 10, 2025 at 7:42 AM
#vss365 #prompt #Nov10
Greetings! I didn't want to wake up this morning,but here I am with today's word - #literature. According to Collins that is any writing of artistic merit,which isn't much help when deciding on the genre of my books.Are they literary or pulp fiction?
I may go back to bed now.
Greetings! I didn't want to wake up this morning,but here I am with today's word - #literature. According to Collins that is any writing of artistic merit,which isn't much help when deciding on the genre of my books.Are they literary or pulp fiction?
I may go back to bed now.
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wind, waves,
sky of orange, pink, purple,
nature’s language…universal
#BlueSkyArtShow
#Evening
#EastCoastKin
#vss365
#language
#haiku #poetry
#nature
#LakeMichigan
Video taken at Wilderness Campground along the shores of Lake Michigan
sky of orange, pink, purple,
nature’s language…universal
#BlueSkyArtShow
#Evening
#EastCoastKin
#vss365
#language
#haiku #poetry
#nature
#LakeMichigan
Video taken at Wilderness Campground along the shores of Lake Michigan
November 8, 2025 at 4:11 PM
wind, waves,
sky of orange, pink, purple,
nature’s language…universal
#BlueSkyArtShow
#Evening
#EastCoastKin
#vss365
#language
#haiku #poetry
#nature
#LakeMichigan
Video taken at Wilderness Campground along the shores of Lake Michigan
sky of orange, pink, purple,
nature’s language…universal
#BlueSkyArtShow
#Evening
#EastCoastKin
#vss365
#language
#haiku #poetry
#nature
#LakeMichigan
Video taken at Wilderness Campground along the shores of Lake Michigan
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Besides military drills, I'm assigned to the maintenance crew in charge of cleaning the dorms and take classes to learn Lostai language, history, #literature, and civics. My handler says that learning to use my Sotkari Ta abilities will also soon be a part of my schedule.
#vss365
#vss365
November 10, 2025 at 6:00 PM
Besides military drills, I'm assigned to the maintenance crew in charge of cleaning the dorms and take classes to learn Lostai language, history, #literature, and civics. My handler says that learning to use my Sotkari Ta abilities will also soon be a part of my schedule.
#vss365
#vss365
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#Literature teaches
form out of fracture
gathering what's torn
She steps inside
to learn how others
kept ink whole
Then writes
to remake herself
trading walls
for aisles
where memory
moves upright
On the page
she tests what lasts
& when the pen dries
the pause feels
quite earned
#vss365 #poetry
form out of fracture
gathering what's torn
She steps inside
to learn how others
kept ink whole
Then writes
to remake herself
trading walls
for aisles
where memory
moves upright
On the page
she tests what lasts
& when the pen dries
the pause feels
quite earned
#vss365 #poetry
November 10, 2025 at 4:36 PM
#Literature teaches
form out of fracture
gathering what's torn
She steps inside
to learn how others
kept ink whole
Then writes
to remake herself
trading walls
for aisles
where memory
moves upright
On the page
she tests what lasts
& when the pen dries
the pause feels
quite earned
#vss365 #poetry
form out of fracture
gathering what's torn
She steps inside
to learn how others
kept ink whole
Then writes
to remake herself
trading walls
for aisles
where memory
moves upright
On the page
she tests what lasts
& when the pen dries
the pause feels
quite earned
#vss365 #poetry
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how might it react
this tongue
to the flex and vibrate
of a new language
an alphabet
redistributed
spliced and wrought
into new formations
I am weighing vowels
for emphasis
misinterpretation
rubs its hands
waits for my fall
#vss365 #language
#poetrycommunity
#WritingCommunity
#blueskypoets
this tongue
to the flex and vibrate
of a new language
an alphabet
redistributed
spliced and wrought
into new formations
I am weighing vowels
for emphasis
misinterpretation
rubs its hands
waits for my fall
#vss365 #language
#poetrycommunity
#WritingCommunity
#blueskypoets
November 10, 2025 at 6:25 PM
how might it react
this tongue
to the flex and vibrate
of a new language
an alphabet
redistributed
spliced and wrought
into new formations
I am weighing vowels
for emphasis
misinterpretation
rubs its hands
waits for my fall
#vss365 #language
#poetrycommunity
#WritingCommunity
#blueskypoets
this tongue
to the flex and vibrate
of a new language
an alphabet
redistributed
spliced and wrought
into new formations
I am weighing vowels
for emphasis
misinterpretation
rubs its hands
waits for my fall
#vss365 #language
#poetrycommunity
#WritingCommunity
#blueskypoets
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