MT Hollowell
@mthollowell.bsky.social
Writer // Reader// Library Evangelist// History Nerd // Nature Enthusiast// Lover of the Whimsical, Dark, & Strange
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MT Hollowell
@mthollowell.bsky.social
· Sep 5
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The prisoner's newborn muscles ached as the cocoon released a #whisp of steam when he forced the thin #wrapper open and slammed to the metal grate floor. Untried blurry eyes stared at the warden.
“Son, welcome to Proxima B. Says here you have two more life sentences before parole.”
#vss365 #vssdaily
“Son, welcome to Proxima B. Says here you have two more life sentences before parole.”
#vss365 #vssdaily
September 9, 2025 at 1:54 PM
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She fumbled in the drawer for the gun, her hands shaking as they closed around it. She’d never shot at a real live person. Only paper targets.
But they were on the stairs now. Coming up. There was no choice. Trembling, she chambered a round, tried to aim at the #doorway.
#vss365 #amwriting
But they were on the stairs now. Coming up. There was no choice. Trembling, she chambered a round, tried to aim at the #doorway.
#vss365 #amwriting
September 7, 2025 at 12:25 PM
She fumbled in the drawer for the gun, her hands shaking as they closed around it. She’d never shot at a real live person. Only paper targets.
But they were on the stairs now. Coming up. There was no choice. Trembling, she chambered a round, tried to aim at the #doorway.
#vss365 #amwriting
But they were on the stairs now. Coming up. There was no choice. Trembling, she chambered a round, tried to aim at the #doorway.
#vss365 #amwriting
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I added a doggy door to The Eternally Cursed #Doorway to the Infernal Pit of Unending Damnation in my cellar, so the smaller demons can slip through on their own without reducing the ancient, malevolent wood to splinters in their endless attempts to claw their way into our world.
#vss365
#vss365
September 7, 2025 at 12:46 PM
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Rocked with depression,
downing #sloe gin,
hoping for oblivion
to take me.
Instead, I had a strange dream—
wandering a barren landscape,
a #doorway floating
atop a #butte,
going nowhere.
Hand on the handle,
I pray it leads to heaven.
But no, I wake
back here again,
to face my shit,
alone.
downing #sloe gin,
hoping for oblivion
to take me.
Instead, I had a strange dream—
wandering a barren landscape,
a #doorway floating
atop a #butte,
going nowhere.
Hand on the handle,
I pray it leads to heaven.
But no, I wake
back here again,
to face my shit,
alone.
September 7, 2025 at 8:36 AM
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This hospital has a #doorway. If I step through it, I will be cured. The only catch? In return I get whatever the person before me had.
I look at the letter again. "Two to three years." Is that long enough? I'd give a leg for more, but what if I lose my memories?
I step forward and hope.
#vss365
I look at the letter again. "Two to three years." Is that long enough? I'd give a leg for more, but what if I lose my memories?
I step forward and hope.
#vss365
September 7, 2025 at 11:49 AM
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The #doorway only appeared at the moment of a great tragedy. Brimming with fluorescent plants and shimmering melodies, it was a haven for the lost and grieving. She'd made it that way. If you're going to be the goddess of dreams, you might as well make good use of it.
#vss365
#vss365
September 7, 2025 at 10:19 AM
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Crunch of tyres on
gravel.
Shadowed #doorway
Slamming of the door
Jingling of his coins
Noises not heard anymore.
Foaming shaving
cream.
Scent of aftershave.
Smiling sky blue
eyes.
Smell of his hair cream.
As you looked at only
me.
Intangible things
I know.
As you visit me in my dreams.
#vss365
gravel.
Shadowed #doorway
Slamming of the door
Jingling of his coins
Noises not heard anymore.
Foaming shaving
cream.
Scent of aftershave.
Smiling sky blue
eyes.
Smell of his hair cream.
As you looked at only
me.
Intangible things
I know.
As you visit me in my dreams.
#vss365
September 7, 2025 at 9:34 AM
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"...yes, the blood moon turns doorways into root systems. You might step through a kitchen threshold into loam, beetles, and slow conversations of mycorrhizae. I once surfaced with a hitchhiker mole in my coat pocket! Please do avoid Farmer Joe's turnips..." 📻
#vss365 #doorway #microfic #bloodmoon
#vss365 #doorway #microfic #bloodmoon
September 7, 2025 at 11:43 AM
"...yes, the blood moon turns doorways into root systems. You might step through a kitchen threshold into loam, beetles, and slow conversations of mycorrhizae. I once surfaced with a hitchhiker mole in my coat pocket! Please do avoid Farmer Joe's turnips..." 📻
#vss365 #doorway #microfic #bloodmoon
#vss365 #doorway #microfic #bloodmoon
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The #article was scathing, and so was the retaliation
They kept the reporter alive as long as possible while they cut off tiny pieces of his flesh
It took roughly 3 hours for the journalist's screams to cease, then they dumped his body in the middle of town as a clear warning
#vss365 #vsshorror
They kept the reporter alive as long as possible while they cut off tiny pieces of his flesh
It took roughly 3 hours for the journalist's screams to cease, then they dumped his body in the middle of town as a clear warning
#vss365 #vsshorror
September 5, 2025 at 11:20 AM
The #article was scathing, and so was the retaliation
They kept the reporter alive as long as possible while they cut off tiny pieces of his flesh
It took roughly 3 hours for the journalist's screams to cease, then they dumped his body in the middle of town as a clear warning
#vss365 #vsshorror
They kept the reporter alive as long as possible while they cut off tiny pieces of his flesh
It took roughly 3 hours for the journalist's screams to cease, then they dumped his body in the middle of town as a clear warning
#vss365 #vsshorror
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To us, the creatures' vocabulary was the equivalent of using articles as single words - maybe even letters - and arranging them to make sentences. Most of them quickly dismissed us and got back to something worrisome.
But one with some patience seemed to feel stuck to you.
#scififri #vss365 #article
But one with some patience seemed to feel stuck to you.
#scififri #vss365 #article
September 5, 2025 at 11:04 AM
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she writes without end
each #article
a beat of fate
she offers to the world
#conscious
of time’s
measure
she breathes
on paper
giving voice to
figures of silence
between the living
& the imagined
a dialogue begins
one who has lived
one denied
both sustained in words
#vss365 #poetry
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each #article
a beat of fate
she offers to the world
#conscious
of time’s
measure
she breathes
on paper
giving voice to
figures of silence
between the living
& the imagined
a dialogue begins
one who has lived
one denied
both sustained in words
#vss365 #poetry
September 5, 2025 at 10:57 AM
she writes without end
each #article
a beat of fate
she offers to the world
#conscious
of time’s
measure
she breathes
on paper
giving voice to
figures of silence
between the living
& the imagined
a dialogue begins
one who has lived
one denied
both sustained in words
#vss365 #poetry
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each #article
a beat of fate
she offers to the world
#conscious
of time’s
measure
she breathes
on paper
giving voice to
figures of silence
between the living
& the imagined
a dialogue begins
one who has lived
one denied
both sustained in words
#vss365 #poetry
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#vss365 The archives were considerable. Though they were arranged like memento mori, they were so much more. Each #article was a memory of a life, its hopes and dreams, its thoughts and relationships. But to him they were also trophies. To lay a hand on each was to travel back in time...
September 5, 2025 at 11:15 AM
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I’m not the definite #article,
who would want to be defined?
I’m just a thing with out definition
though still I’m quite refined.
I bare no bad will or injustice
Just this, I do justice too
which justish the just wish wished
Is a wish I’ll share with you.
#vss365 #poem #nonsense #wordplay
who would want to be defined?
I’m just a thing with out definition
though still I’m quite refined.
I bare no bad will or injustice
Just this, I do justice too
which justish the just wish wished
Is a wish I’ll share with you.
#vss365 #poem #nonsense #wordplay
September 5, 2025 at 1:51 PM
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hiding in her abode
abandoned tomes of
ancient spells keeping
her company, browsing
yellowed parchment
treasures lost to time
words like sutures
stitching her back together
mending wounds of neglect
and cruelty, green blood
staining patient vellum
#Blueskyrelay #poetry #poetrycommunity #abode
abandoned tomes of
ancient spells keeping
her company, browsing
yellowed parchment
treasures lost to time
words like sutures
stitching her back together
mending wounds of neglect
and cruelty, green blood
staining patient vellum
#Blueskyrelay #poetry #poetrycommunity #abode
September 4, 2025 at 4:54 AM
hiding in her abode
abandoned tomes of
ancient spells keeping
her company, browsing
yellowed parchment
treasures lost to time
words like sutures
stitching her back together
mending wounds of neglect
and cruelty, green blood
staining patient vellum
#Blueskyrelay #poetry #poetrycommunity #abode
abandoned tomes of
ancient spells keeping
her company, browsing
yellowed parchment
treasures lost to time
words like sutures
stitching her back together
mending wounds of neglect
and cruelty, green blood
staining patient vellum
#Blueskyrelay #poetry #poetrycommunity #abode
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They said he was playing 3D chess. Heck, playing checkers required too much concentration for him. He didn’t let on that every decision was #arbitrary, as random as where a bird flew or a fish swam. He liked to keep them guessing, made him feel powerful. In reality, he was simply an idiot.
#vss365
#vss365
September 4, 2025 at 12:00 AM
They said he was playing 3D chess. Heck, playing checkers required too much concentration for him. He didn’t let on that every decision was #arbitrary, as random as where a bird flew or a fish swam. He liked to keep them guessing, made him feel powerful. In reality, he was simply an idiot.
#vss365
#vss365
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The arbitrary
shadows
of status quo
undulate on
cave walls
and still
they hate it
when you suggest
they turn around--
only now
they call it
progress
while sitting
motionless
in the dark.
#vss365 #arbitrary
shadows
of status quo
undulate on
cave walls
and still
they hate it
when you suggest
they turn around--
only now
they call it
progress
while sitting
motionless
in the dark.
#vss365 #arbitrary
September 3, 2025 at 10:12 PM
The arbitrary
shadows
of status quo
undulate on
cave walls
and still
they hate it
when you suggest
they turn around--
only now
they call it
progress
while sitting
motionless
in the dark.
#vss365 #arbitrary
shadows
of status quo
undulate on
cave walls
and still
they hate it
when you suggest
they turn around--
only now
they call it
progress
while sitting
motionless
in the dark.
#vss365 #arbitrary
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The silence
between us
is heavy,
a weight
I never meant
to carry.
Your absence
feels deliberate,
though your
cruelty was
arbitrary,
as if my heart
were a coin
tossed in the air,
and you chose
to let it fall
unclaimed.
#vss365 #poetry #arbitrary
between us
is heavy,
a weight
I never meant
to carry.
Your absence
feels deliberate,
though your
cruelty was
arbitrary,
as if my heart
were a coin
tossed in the air,
and you chose
to let it fall
unclaimed.
#vss365 #poetry #arbitrary
September 3, 2025 at 10:17 PM
The silence
between us
is heavy,
a weight
I never meant
to carry.
Your absence
feels deliberate,
though your
cruelty was
arbitrary,
as if my heart
were a coin
tossed in the air,
and you chose
to let it fall
unclaimed.
#vss365 #poetry #arbitrary
between us
is heavy,
a weight
I never meant
to carry.
Your absence
feels deliberate,
though your
cruelty was
arbitrary,
as if my heart
were a coin
tossed in the air,
and you chose
to let it fall
unclaimed.
#vss365 #poetry #arbitrary
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Rory didn’t like it when no choices were good ones in the game. He supposed it mixed things up a little, made moral conundrums that would leave players thinking, but it all felt far too #arbitrary.
If Rory was going to make a morally dubious decision in the game, he wanted to have agency.
#vss365
If Rory was going to make a morally dubious decision in the game, he wanted to have agency.
#vss365
September 3, 2025 at 8:18 AM
Rory didn’t like it when no choices were good ones in the game. He supposed it mixed things up a little, made moral conundrums that would leave players thinking, but it all felt far too #arbitrary.
If Rory was going to make a morally dubious decision in the game, he wanted to have agency.
#vss365
If Rory was going to make a morally dubious decision in the game, he wanted to have agency.
#vss365