Antoinette Arsic
@antoinettearsic.bsky.social
Artist, dog lover, writing, and nature.
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November 12, 2025 at 12:48 PM
Connections today:
Connections
Puzzle #885
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Puzzle #885
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Last night I saw the most unusual thing. As streetlights shone on the street corner, shadows turned the mundane mailbox into a tall man waving me over. As I approached with caution he disappeared. Where to? I don’t know. #FromOneLine 395
November 8, 2025 at 1:08 PM
Last night I saw the most unusual thing. As streetlights shone on the street corner, shadows turned the mundane mailbox into a tall man waving me over. As I approached with caution he disappeared. Where to? I don’t know. #FromOneLine 395
Challenging as always!
November 8, 2025 at 1:04 PM
Challenging as always!
Who is there? I just did this one. 2 hints because I was impatient. Cheers!
November 8, 2025 at 1:02 PM
Who is there? I just did this one. 2 hints because I was impatient. Cheers!
Taking Halloween right into Christmas. Brilliant.
November 7, 2025 at 8:13 AM
Taking Halloween right into Christmas. Brilliant.
He was a chimney sweep who made me laugh.
“Getting all cleared for Santa?” I smiled.
“Bah.”
Her smile faded.
“I bet you’re little Miss Christmas.”
I thought of my mother’s heirloom ornaments.
With stars in my eyes I replied, “Not so much anymore. I’m kind of like you.” #WriteCBC
“Getting all cleared for Santa?” I smiled.
“Bah.”
Her smile faded.
“I bet you’re little Miss Christmas.”
I thought of my mother’s heirloom ornaments.
With stars in my eyes I replied, “Not so much anymore. I’m kind of like you.” #WriteCBC
November 6, 2025 at 6:44 PM
He was a chimney sweep who made me laugh.
“Getting all cleared for Santa?” I smiled.
“Bah.”
Her smile faded.
“I bet you’re little Miss Christmas.”
I thought of my mother’s heirloom ornaments.
With stars in my eyes I replied, “Not so much anymore. I’m kind of like you.” #WriteCBC
“Getting all cleared for Santa?” I smiled.
“Bah.”
Her smile faded.
“I bet you’re little Miss Christmas.”
I thought of my mother’s heirloom ornaments.
With stars in my eyes I replied, “Not so much anymore. I’m kind of like you.” #WriteCBC
I raised my hand to knock on the coffin wooden door. What was I thinking? Mom’s house was always open. Inside, the waft of apple pie. The walls were darker as if recently stained. The kettled whistled a familiar tune. Where had I heard that before? It wasn’t coming from the kettle. Mom?#WriteCBC
October 2, 2025 at 6:56 PM
I raised my hand to knock on the coffin wooden door. What was I thinking? Mom’s house was always open. Inside, the waft of apple pie. The walls were darker as if recently stained. The kettled whistled a familiar tune. Where had I heard that before? It wasn’t coming from the kettle. Mom?#WriteCBC
❤️❤️❤️ and I’m hardly ever on this app! But you deserve it!
October 2, 2025 at 5:05 PM
❤️❤️❤️ and I’m hardly ever on this app! But you deserve it!
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Fantastic,Lou! Great stories about and surrounding the paintings and learned some things I didn’t know about your journey.
October 2, 2025 at 10:25 AM
Fantastic,Lou! Great stories about and surrounding the paintings and learned some things I didn’t know about your journey.
That one was strange.
September 13, 2025 at 5:23 PM
That one was strange.
The best exit ever! See ya later alligator. I think of you! 💛💛
September 4, 2025 at 7:04 PM
The best exit ever! See ya later alligator. I think of you! 💛💛
Sounds like fun!
September 4, 2025 at 7:03 PM
Sounds like fun!
A gift is coming,” he whispered. Small and round, hinting of a ring. Estranged from family in a new country I was out of place until it arrived. I hold the tiny blue alabaster egg in my palm to match my collection from home. A heart to match my own #WriteCBC
September 4, 2025 at 7:02 PM
A gift is coming,” he whispered. Small and round, hinting of a ring. Estranged from family in a new country I was out of place until it arrived. I hold the tiny blue alabaster egg in my palm to match my collection from home. A heart to match my own #WriteCBC
My father used to sing me this song when I was about 4. ❤️
September 4, 2025 at 6:56 PM
My father used to sing me this song when I was about 4. ❤️
I don’t know how you do it. Writing an infinity fountain of poetry and creativity. 🙌🏻
September 3, 2025 at 7:30 PM
I don’t know how you do it. Writing an infinity fountain of poetry and creativity. 🙌🏻
Yeah not likely! Lol. Love the silver birch. I don’t know what my brain was doing.
July 15, 2025 at 7:16 PM
Yeah not likely! Lol. Love the silver birch. I don’t know what my brain was doing.
I can’t believe I couldn’t find the monitor! My eyes were tricked into thinking that was a window and the trees were outside.
July 15, 2025 at 10:15 AM
I can’t believe I couldn’t find the monitor! My eyes were tricked into thinking that was a window and the trees were outside.