FizzytwizlerAllsortsOfAllsorts
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Poet/author/writer, published multi anthologies Multi genre ©️horror my love🖤
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Bartleby B.Boar Award winner
BornBattleReady Voice of Valo(u)r winner
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#vss365 #prompt #November12
Good morning. Today's word is #myth, like the exhortation to writers that we must keep subbing until agents begin fighting over who should have the privilege of representing us.
Or the Tooth Fairy. Your choice. Have fun!
Good morning. Today's word is #myth, like the exhortation to writers that we must keep subbing until agents begin fighting over who should have the privilege of representing us.
Or the Tooth Fairy. Your choice. Have fun!
a cartoon elf is holding a pair of scissors in his hand .
ALT: a cartoon elf is holding a pair of scissors in his hand .
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November 12, 2025 at 7:59 AM
#vss365 #prompt #November12
Good morning. Today's word is #myth, like the exhortation to writers that we must keep subbing until agents begin fighting over who should have the privilege of representing us.
Or the Tooth Fairy. Your choice. Have fun!
Good morning. Today's word is #myth, like the exhortation to writers that we must keep subbing until agents begin fighting over who should have the privilege of representing us.
Or the Tooth Fairy. Your choice. Have fun!
Unbeknown to the vanishing witch, under the #ash a #fragment of the tablet shone.
Its spell too powerful for her old & weak body, she’d been thrust back to the time of the Salem trials.
Her familiar meowed in hunger, she’d been left unfed.
#Vsstimetravel #vssfantasy
Its spell too powerful for her old & weak body, she’d been thrust back to the time of the Salem trials.
Her familiar meowed in hunger, she’d been left unfed.
#Vsstimetravel #vssfantasy
November 11, 2025 at 7:20 PM
Unbeknown to the vanishing witch, under the #ash a #fragment of the tablet shone.
Its spell too powerful for her old & weak body, she’d been thrust back to the time of the Salem trials.
Her familiar meowed in hunger, she’d been left unfed.
#Vsstimetravel #vssfantasy
Its spell too powerful for her old & weak body, she’d been thrust back to the time of the Salem trials.
Her familiar meowed in hunger, she’d been left unfed.
#Vsstimetravel #vssfantasy
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November 9, 2025 at 10:03 AM
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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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is there a source
of renewable energy
for the depleted soul?
a word
a song
a hug
#vss365 #energy #poetry #poetrycommunity #micropoetry
of renewable energy
for the depleted soul?
a word
a song
a hug
#vss365 #energy #poetry #poetrycommunity #micropoetry
October 22, 2025 at 2:12 PM
is there a source
of renewable energy
for the depleted soul?
a word
a song
a hug
#vss365 #energy #poetry #poetrycommunity #micropoetry
of renewable energy
for the depleted soul?
a word
a song
a hug
#vss365 #energy #poetry #poetrycommunity #micropoetry
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≈ a'an [AH-ahn] (first tide) ≈ the shore-leaving: life’s threshold
'ere am i gràine-agit [GRAWN-yuh ah-jit]
whiskie-soak'd
prickled palms an' knees
stumbldrunk rolling stills
bletherin' speerits reel
and do you watch frae yore shore
or you sea~ng me
fridai mon'dai someday sun
tracks lost mine tyde undone
feet slap rock
trip-slip spill
shouts clash wi' gull-cry
a laugh
a burblehiccup shrill
night tips
my edges dull
≈ dà'an [DAH-ahn] (second tide) ≈ the rowing-out: parting veil
frae my shore i watch ye leave
never to return never to
ealain dhìomhaire [YAH-lin YEE-vuh-ruh] salt-spray dissolves
incantings caught in the rigging
row ye
row ye
frae here
frae here away
adrift on thynkling flow
displicare [dis-plee-KAH-ray]
where thare's due reclaimed
far-spann'd space expand'ng
turn'd about
tossed aye
your oars slash froth an' sigh
i wave too
i'm off
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![≈ trì'an [TREE-ahn] (third tide) ≈ far sailing: luminous passage
headlong
heady westward go
to sun's descending afterglow
to your final sail you're now
among the comet's trail
whilom caramel turtles your sinne
whilst charting stars
nae compass knowen
ye spellcraft quick
ye onward thrown
savouring impossible impossibilitee
mastering deluge wi’out airs
every everie thinge
so i might fathom
the ring of your journey's eld
councils brent olde an' new
a lesson a conjurer's heft
thy staff a mast
thy mind a tome
reading the woruld's arcane current
summon'd wonder summon'd home
yet thy desk bears one book unread
≈ ceith'an [KAY-hahn] (fourth tide) ≈ the wake: homecoming tide
wand an' oar, one instrument
moon-steered tempest-spoke
now cast on being's brine
slipp'd to tide's confines
what rests thy starwake
thy breath gone
thy hand gone
thy sinderloftboon
thy thaumic trace
of all answers given
may thy sober sight keep o'er me
frae beyond the swaying waves
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November 11, 2025 at 4:02 PM
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#Roller coaster of emotions, from resounding glee to a pit of despair. What full #measure of character does it take to stay optimistic?
Don't forget your #meds, I guess.
#vss365 #vssdaily #BookishTues #amwriting
Don't forget your #meds, I guess.
#vss365 #vssdaily #BookishTues #amwriting
November 11, 2025 at 1:07 PM
#Roller coaster of emotions, from resounding glee to a pit of despair. What full #measure of character does it take to stay optimistic?
Don't forget your #meds, I guess.
#vss365 #vssdaily #BookishTues #amwriting
Don't forget your #meds, I guess.
#vss365 #vssdaily #BookishTues #amwriting
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Nan rocked by the window, tea cooling in her hands. His laughter still in the walls, neighbours spoke of his kindness, tried to #measure it in deeds and days, but she knew better, knew that kindness moved through being, not space and, once set in motion, was infinite, just like their love.
#vss365
#vss365
November 11, 2025 at 2:00 PM
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In the hush of midnight
music drips from broken strings
A #measure of sorrow
lingers in the air
Words bleed into silence
unread, unspoken
The moon watches, indifferent
We write not for light
but to echo what the dark refuses to forget🖤🤍
#vss365 #Poetry
#DarkPoetry #Gothic
#WritingCommunity
music drips from broken strings
A #measure of sorrow
lingers in the air
Words bleed into silence
unread, unspoken
The moon watches, indifferent
We write not for light
but to echo what the dark refuses to forget🖤🤍
#vss365 #Poetry
#DarkPoetry #Gothic
#WritingCommunity
November 11, 2025 at 1:10 PM
In the hush of midnight
music drips from broken strings
A #measure of sorrow
lingers in the air
Words bleed into silence
unread, unspoken
The moon watches, indifferent
We write not for light
but to echo what the dark refuses to forget🖤🤍
#vss365 #Poetry
#DarkPoetry #Gothic
#WritingCommunity
music drips from broken strings
A #measure of sorrow
lingers in the air
Words bleed into silence
unread, unspoken
The moon watches, indifferent
We write not for light
but to echo what the dark refuses to forget🖤🤍
#vss365 #Poetry
#DarkPoetry #Gothic
#WritingCommunity
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He awoke to the sound of his wife retracting a tape #measure.
"Oops," she apologized, "I didn't mean to wake you."
"It's okay," he replied, "I have to pee anyway."
As he walked by the window, he looked out and saw a huge hole in the backyard.
"You weren't supposed to see that," she said. #vss365
"Oops," she apologized, "I didn't mean to wake you."
"It's okay," he replied, "I have to pee anyway."
As he walked by the window, he looked out and saw a huge hole in the backyard.
"You weren't supposed to see that," she said. #vss365
November 11, 2025 at 2:46 PM
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You are a mess
and as such supposedly have no right
to be a stickler
about such abundant disregard.
It is ordinary -
different measures.
A more hearty party is the trick
to not hear the truth stuck
in messes like nougat
like you
vamping almost all alone
#inkmine #writemap #vss365 #measure
and as such supposedly have no right
to be a stickler
about such abundant disregard.
It is ordinary -
different measures.
A more hearty party is the trick
to not hear the truth stuck
in messes like nougat
like you
vamping almost all alone
#inkmine #writemap #vss365 #measure
November 11, 2025 at 8:14 AM
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His body was but a small and insignificant part of him
His hug
although taking physical form through his arms and chest
was more
It was his breath down my shoulder
The firmness of his grip and the warm stubble rough cheek against mine
That was his #measure
Not the flesh and bones remaining
#Vss365
His hug
although taking physical form through his arms and chest
was more
It was his breath down my shoulder
The firmness of his grip and the warm stubble rough cheek against mine
That was his #measure
Not the flesh and bones remaining
#Vss365
November 11, 2025 at 9:04 AM
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“Dad,” Susie asked, “why do we have security cameras?”
“It’s a safety #measure,” Tom said. “To protect us from the little people.”
She looked out the mansion’s picture window at the smaller houses down the hill. “Oh!”
“Thanks for reminding me. We’re almost out of leprechaun repellent.”
#vss365
“It’s a safety #measure,” Tom said. “To protect us from the little people.”
She looked out the mansion’s picture window at the smaller houses down the hill. “Oh!”
“Thanks for reminding me. We’re almost out of leprechaun repellent.”
#vss365
November 11, 2025 at 1:01 PM
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How do we #measure
'Gainst the giants of old
What are our stories
To the tales they told
#vss365 #writingcommunity #halfbadpoetry
'Gainst the giants of old
What are our stories
To the tales they told
#vss365 #writingcommunity #halfbadpoetry
November 11, 2025 at 3:55 PM
How do we #measure
'Gainst the giants of old
What are our stories
To the tales they told
#vss365 #writingcommunity #halfbadpoetry
'Gainst the giants of old
What are our stories
To the tales they told
#vss365 #writingcommunity #halfbadpoetry
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The true #measure of any society can be found in how it treats it's most vulnerable members.
An oft misquoted idiom, being attributed to Ghandi.
Notwithstanding the fact he didn't say it, the sentiment absolutely holds true, and the measure of many countries today is sadly wanting.
#vss365
An oft misquoted idiom, being attributed to Ghandi.
Notwithstanding the fact he didn't say it, the sentiment absolutely holds true, and the measure of many countries today is sadly wanting.
#vss365
November 11, 2025 at 12:22 PM
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invoking ideals to mask crude power plays
measuring the cost of peace by lives of the young misled
honouring arms and armistice
in its ever perverse interplay
#vss365 #measure #RemembranceDay
measuring the cost of peace by lives of the young misled
honouring arms and armistice
in its ever perverse interplay
#vss365 #measure #RemembranceDay
November 11, 2025 at 2:51 PM
invoking ideals to mask crude power plays
measuring the cost of peace by lives of the young misled
honouring arms and armistice
in its ever perverse interplay
#vss365 #measure #RemembranceDay
measuring the cost of peace by lives of the young misled
honouring arms and armistice
in its ever perverse interplay
#vss365 #measure #RemembranceDay
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Men can be ill-humoured, foul in temperament, and soured in thought. They mistake volume for wisdom and repetition for proof.
To find the #measure of a man, use a man-sized measuring cup. For accurate results, ensure he is at room temperature and measured under controlled conditions.
#vss365
To find the #measure of a man, use a man-sized measuring cup. For accurate results, ensure he is at room temperature and measured under controlled conditions.
#vss365
November 11, 2025 at 3:59 PM
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Yeast carefully measured, dough attentively kneaded, fingers communicating with ingredients. Little rolls shaped by gentle hands wander into the oven. Heavenly fragrance emits from the ascendant loaves. Almost done.
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#vss365 #measure
#BlueSkyRelay #ascendant
#WritingCommunity
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#vss365 #measure
#BlueSkyRelay #ascendant
#WritingCommunity
November 11, 2025 at 8:14 AM
Yeast carefully measured, dough attentively kneaded, fingers communicating with ingredients. Little rolls shaped by gentle hands wander into the oven. Heavenly fragrance emits from the ascendant loaves. Almost done.
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#vss365 #measure
#BlueSkyRelay #ascendant
#WritingCommunity
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#vss365 #measure
#BlueSkyRelay #ascendant
#WritingCommunity