Today’s OOO sky: A slow forming bruise, his demons in every compass point, the loch as black as a bible. His empty bottle makes the IRL storm cc him into ankle-snapping scree. The wind shreds a cry from his throat in this WFH void of no signal. His city soul dies. This is Highland BAU. #WriteCBC

Congratulations @katelinjoywrites.bsky.social and thanks to @cbcreative.bsky.social . What a brilliant start to the festive season ( and a pleasant re-entry into social media for me). Merry Christmas. 🔥

Ella’s flame trembled then soared - a phoenix born of a grandmother’s fire. Her brother’s breath sculpted wings of frost. The creatures circled, a dance of fire and ice. Their mum’s cold shoulder thawed. “Twin flames, never meant to be apart.”
Outside snow turned to falling stars. #5ActFestiveStory

The fire of 2004. Verdict: not guilty. Not in her mum’s eyes. “The white lady traps you forever,” she’d tell Ella. Not this year. Resentment had frozen this house for too long. Addicts can change.
“Let Dad in from the cold,” she cried. Ella was ready to believe in Christmas again. #5ActFestiveStory

The front door creaked open, a frozen figure emerged. Eyes the colour of icy veins pierced the gloom. “I’m home,” he said.
“Jack?” Ella gasped. “Lost in the blizzard of 2004?”
“Lost? Is that what you’d call it Mother?” As he stepped inside, a dark shadow swept over him from above. #5ActFestiveStory

Braving the snow, Ella told the policeman this card had upset her mum. “Arrest him,” she snapped. Steepling his fingers, he told the PM’s kid that ‘Santa’ had sent the same apology to 10 Downing St for years.
“Ella,” he said, “how can I arrest a man only your mum believes exists?” #5ActFestiveStory

He knows we’ve made it as far as Inverness,” Maz dropped into the Holly Rebels WhatsApp. “Thinks we’re all WFH.”
Rubbing the image of the lamb on the front of the postcard, Joe’s incoming typing ellipses mutated into the message she dreaded: “Census data-leak. We leave tonight.” #5ActFestiveStory

Still thinking about this skeet..