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Voxvorago | Moob City
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Hong Kong American New Yorker, Hakka Chinese, Cat Dad, Human Dad, Caregiver, Husband, #SFF #Author #Horror

The self is #WIP but #MS up for query
#Steampunk triology: [Lands Beyond]
[Paradigm] Military SF up on Vella
Behold the best possible biscuit
September 13, 2025 at 11:29 AM
BURNNN
August 21, 2025 at 1:37 PM
I love how the medium on Late a night with the Devil is like WHO WILL ACCEPT? like this is a collect call from the beyond
August 21, 2025 at 1:36 PM
Future historians: at what point did suns out guns out become suns out buns out
August 13, 2025 at 6:06 PM
The entity awoke to find that in the millenia it napped a whole civilization had come into being around it, with planetary colonies and space stations. Ah well. It shook off the detritus, burning it off in stellar radiation like so many gnats.

Messengers often have their own agenda.
#vss365 #angel
August 4, 2025 at 12:12 PM
Stupid people have it so easy. They just stick their heels in the ground and make the smart people go around them until one day they get driven into the asphalt
July 20, 2025 at 3:16 PM
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This artist is transforming a Greyhound bus into a museum about Black American migration

Roughly 6 million Black Americans migrated from the South to escape Jim Crow-era racial segregation

www.cbc.ca/radio/asitha...
This artist is transforming a Greyhound bus into a museum about Black American migration | CBC Radio
Artist and historian Robert Louis Brandon Edwards is restoring a classic, 1947 Greyhound bus, planning on turning it into a mobile museum that will highlight the Great Migration, which saw approximate...
www.cbc.ca
July 20, 2025 at 11:47 AM
My friend was pale, sculpted, and with hair so black it was almost purple. Sometimes I wondered why she never held a partner long, man or woman. I met one, not long ago, and he showed me the places where her roots sunk in, where she climbed and bloomed so beautifully
#wisteria #vss365
July 20, 2025 at 12:19 PM
Votives lined the gallery of the small church. Each candle showed the name of a patron, and by the size of the candle one might guess at the size of a patrons purse. The Buddhist looked on as his friend lit one, wondering what peace was to be found here.
#spiritual #vss365
July 20, 2025 at 12:15 PM
Nothing could beat applause, thought the songstress curtains closed over her bow. Her elation lasted through the after-party, the recovery ice bath, the next performance.

The curtains opened. Seated there were the eager smiles of the dead, bones rattling as they clapped together.
#idolatry #vss365
July 14, 2025 at 1:35 AM
Night was fully fallen when the outpost's lone observation tower exploded in a column of fire. It had been lightly armored to observe the armistice, and was now a symbol of its fall.

In the day, we examined the wreckage of both materiel and our doubts. We were at war.
#skirmish #vss365
July 10, 2025 at 5:08 PM
Not to downplay the grace of the prima, but the audience could only talk about one thing after the ballet. The swoop of it, the heft, a swish you could feel even in the nosebleeds. Oh where had the costumer gotten it?

In the wings, the flayed grinned lipless, toes worn to stubs.
#taffeta #vss365
July 9, 2025 at 5:33 PM
Honest to a fault, Brother Hobart couldn't help but tell the demon about the TP stuck to his heel.

"You've done me a good turn, monk," said the fell in a charnel voice, "which deserves another," before vanishing.

For the rest of his life, Hobart wondered what that could be.
#hamartia #vss365
July 4, 2025 at 6:39 PM
Yo Fitzpatrick really hit the detonate button and walked away without looking back at the explosion?

HES A HEROOOOOOO
July 3, 2025 at 7:24 PM
Much like their ancestors' rebellion at the turn of the 20th century, theirs bore a misnomer from their oppressor and all trace of their grievances were lost in misinformation. But the identity, the culture and nobility was never lost, sprouting like a seed after a cleansing flame
#boxer #vss365
July 3, 2025 at 1:56 PM
I've been playing Death Stranding 2. The first hit during the pandemic and brought people much-needed community when we were all isolated. This one feels timely again, highly recommend if you need to self administer therapy and feel like we can help each other
In general it’s fine to post “we’re fucked” on your own account because you might feel that way and it might be therapeutic to say how bad everything is, but it’s not fine to reply “we’re fucked” to everyone and everything because that might not be what other people need to hear all the time
July 3, 2025 at 1:51 PM
It was difficult to still say he was fighting for his country when he kicked down the door to find a family sitting down around McDonald's, the little girl enamored with a tiny Elmo plush. It could have been his family, his baby about to be torn from them. So he quit.
#vss365 #patriot
July 1, 2025 at 4:11 PM
Plague had not been seen in the modern world for ages. Citizens accustomed to indoor plumbing and Uber Eats could barely recognize the symptoms: a yearning for old music, irrational fear of the new, getting lost visiting old neighbors. Like syphilis, memory was a beloved sickness
#nostalgia #vss365
June 30, 2025 at 10:38 PM
If a young lady is a socialite then is a maiden aunt a social heavy? An absolute authority on etiquette and station, the final enemy of the egalitarian revolutionary
June 29, 2025 at 11:10 AM
Who says "writers block" and not "I'm having a dry spell"
And what idiot days “the ideas are flowing” instead of “I have idearrhea”
June 28, 2025 at 12:37 PM
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What idiot refers to their work as “experimental poetry” instead of “irregular vowel movements”
June 28, 2025 at 12:17 PM
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What idiot says “the words are flowing” instead of “I’m textually active”
What idiot called it writer's block instead of an arty choke?
June 28, 2025 at 11:29 AM
We blocked out the choked, wet gasps as much as possible and hoped the hatch seals would hold. When it was done, the creature leered at us from the tiny living module porthole, enjoying our shock, drinking the pain.

They were wrong. Turns out everyone can hear you scream.
#vss365 #space
June 28, 2025 at 12:36 PM
Instead of a mystery, a puzzle, and a clever literary device, Arthur decided to wrap his plot in layers of tempered chocolate and crispy candy coating. He figured the subject was so depressing, a little sugar would help it go down. Nobody, not even his editor, knew why.
#enigma #vss365
June 24, 2025 at 1:33 PM