Harlow R Rome
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Harlow R Rome
@harlowrr.bsky.social
Writer of Dark Fiction.
Lover of Dark Coffee.
Actually Autistic.
Morbid Sense of Humor Lover
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"The world is full of deviants," his voice boomed. "People no longer fear the one true god, and that's been the collapse of this country."

"Amen!" someone shouted from the back. All I could think was this wasn't the loving god I was raised with, but scripture twisted to ferment fear. #vss365
July 12, 2025 at 4:40 PM
The fifth magical war, a series of #skirmishes between the great houses, was less bloody than its predecessors. However, it still claimed innocent lives, fostering resentment among common magic folk who, despite having no stake in noble politics, always suffered. #vss365
July 10, 2025 at 9:15 PM
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"Remember that skirmish we saw a while back?" Brodie asked, kicking his legs to propel himself through the water towards me.

"Huh?" I said zoned out.

"The one outside the bowling alley when we were getting snacks."

"The fight, you mean?"

"Yeah, I just wanted to sound sophisticated." #vss365
July 10, 2025 at 6:31 PM
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"I'm like a prism, you know?" I said.

"You don't refract light," Brodie countered.

"Nah, my journey gives me a different perspective."

"Deep," Brodie grinned, shifting on his float. "What's an example?"

"Like, all of it, man," I said, taking another drag as I watched the water ripple. #vss365
July 5, 2025 at 5:40 PM
The progenitor of the ancient creatures had long disappeared, leaving his childlike offspring behind in the chaotic realm. The problem was that somehow these toddler-like beings were spilling over into our realm, wreaking havoc, even if it was innocently through their playful actions. #vss365
June 22, 2025 at 8:30 PM
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The progenitor of the religious movement was once considered a two-bit car salesman—not the dealership kind, but the one you'd see in a small building with high-mileage cars and ridiculous prices. But somehow, he had managed to convince people that he was the only universal truth. #vss365
June 22, 2025 at 5:49 PM
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USA collapses, but hey, let's divert our energy.

Israel bombed Iran.
Trump takes credit.
Based on Iran Nuclear Deal.
B2 bombers to GUAM.

General Soleimani assassinated got a price on Trump’s head. Oil, Bibi, MBS, Putin ruble death, desperate. GOAL Africa.

June 17, 2025
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June 22, 2025 at 12:59 AM
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#liminal border
zone of possibility
gathering twilight

#vss365 #haiku
June 21, 2025 at 8:15 PM
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"The liminal space between the fifth and sixth dimensions is accessible through meditation, zinc, and lavender essential oil," Kyle said.

"Is this another one of those religious groups you've joined?" I asked directly.

"Maybe. Did you read the pamphlet?"

"Umm, I'm good." #vss365
June 21, 2025 at 6:16 PM
They were ancient beings, somehow connected to the primordial gods, but they were not benevolent, nor would they be considered malevolent. They were almost childlike, only seeking pleasures and basic stimuli, as if they were small children and not many millennia old. #vss365
June 17, 2025 at 12:42 AM
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As the scientist watched black ooze seep from the cracking stone, he speculated, "I believe that liquid is #primordial by nature."

"So, if I were to drink it, would I trip?" I asked, my eyes wide with curiosity.

"I am almost certain you would die."

"Can I take a chance on that?"

#vss365
June 16, 2025 at 11:42 PM
She had never encountered anything like it: human skin, bloodless and untorn, laying like a tee-shirt on the floor. All clues pointed to this being the serial killer's lair, yet the skin appeared not in violent tatters, but as if something had just shed it. #vss365
June 13, 2025 at 10:47 PM
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The three had collectively relayed each story of how they met the so-called mastermind, who had hired each of them to rob the safe at the mini-golf place. They had hoped it would #shed some light on where it all went wrong. Were the three set up to fail, or was it their own incompetence? #vss365
June 13, 2025 at 9:39 PM
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Everyone knew everyone in a town this size. Ian thought he knew his every single neighbor, but their descent into tribalism and aggression shocked him. He regretted mentioning the cloaked man with the bull skull, as it only created a tense, suspicious atmosphere. #vss365
June 8, 2025 at 4:06 PM
It was her only saving grace, the sunbeams bursting through the cracks of the worn wood. She was cornered in the weathered structure, but the small rays of light kept the beasts at bay. #vss365 #horror
June 1, 2025 at 8:21 PM
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In the hush
of morning,
I lie still,
a sunbeam
caressing
my body
instead of you.
Your name hums
in the corners
of my mind,
heavy with wanting,
too vast to speak.
The silence
is thick with
imagined touch,
and I ache
where your
absence lingers.

#vss365 #poetry #sunbeam
June 1, 2025 at 8:10 PM
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June 1, 2025 at 7:18 PM
"I command you to return, beast!" she shouted. "Return to the realm in which you were born! Be gone!"

The creature laughed, speaking a dead language; its tone, however, clearly conveyed that it did not fear the witch—if anything, it was taunting her. #vss365
April 24, 2025 at 10:38 PM
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Silence filled the car. Sweat-soaked and breathing hard, they were alive against the odds. They had botched the job and their unforgiving employer loomed over them as they drove back.

"So what happens when we return?" Birdie's shaky voice broke the silence, the brush with death evident.

#vss365
April 24, 2025 at 5:20 PM
Another self-promotion stunt went horribly wrong when Kate Hitchens, a YouTube medium, disappeared during a livestream in a long-deceased serial killer's abandoned home. Her audience speculated that the killer's ghost was responsible, but we know ghosts don't exist. #vss365
April 22, 2025 at 4:42 PM
She was a #product of Southern superstition and horror films, she ghost-hunted, a rebellion against her minister father's rigid view of ghosts as demons. Tonight's meter readings were different, and the frigid spring air in the room held a fiery presence that prickled her neck. #vss365
April 19, 2025 at 9:02 PM
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A specific time
a #product of their era
different attitudes
so hard for them to adjust
as thinking begins to change.

#vss365 #tanka #poetry #writing #writingcommunity
#vss365 #prompt for April 19, 2025 #Product

Our product is our writing, whatever form that takes.
April 19, 2025 at 6:23 PM
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“Gotta ask,” I said, looking over our latest #product, confused. “Who is our target demographic, exactly?”

The marketing manager smirked and responded, “You are wondering who would want 90s characters doing true crime podcasts?”

“Yes.”

“Millennials, man. This is why I work in marketing.” #vss365
April 19, 2025 at 8:01 PM
She had never caved to the #pressures of society, always refusing to be forced into the box, to be perfectly skinny, to wear the clothes they wanted her to; did it make her an outsider? Sure, but with that and their shunning, she built a quiet confidence. #vss365
April 15, 2025 at 5:09 PM