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Janna
@murdershewrites.bsky.social
Sometimes writer, host of #vsspic, music lover
I’m doing fine, same old, same old! The bees are doing well….just took this pic of a queen this weekend! 😃

How are you??
September 2, 2025 at 5:49 PM
I don’t know why it wouldn’t! Do you have one of these? I got one like 10 years ago and it actually changed my life when it came to processing tomatoes for sauce, salsa etc and they are cheap!
August 28, 2025 at 9:27 PM
As requested, here is what I pulled in today’s vinyl roulette….
August 5, 2025 at 3:14 PM
Actually, the internet redeemed itself. I take it all back. 🤣
June 15, 2025 at 12:31 AM
The setting sun tonight is the brightest red I think I’ve ever seen. I tried to capture it with my iPhone and it turned out super realistic as usual lolllll, but still kind of cool
June 11, 2025 at 12:55 AM
In case anyone has ever wondered how what bee eggs look like (and I mean, who hasn’t, right 😆😅), zoom in…they are like teeny tiny pieces of rice 😃
June 7, 2025 at 4:51 PM
Love this time of year. Yum 😋
June 3, 2025 at 1:15 AM
I have a new baby at my house too 😃
May 27, 2025 at 2:12 AM
Black isn’t an option, soz
May 22, 2025 at 6:32 PM
Mia had developed a strange rep, now women came daily for her help.

Mia listened, filling their glasses. The woman wiped tears; the man swore Ann meant nothing and it was over.

The woman went to the restroom; Mia followed.

“Well?”

“He liked Ann’s pic as soon as you left the table.” #vsspic
May 22, 2025 at 6:16 PM
Requeening two hives this week, meet Lorelai and Rory (with the blue dots) 😃
May 22, 2025 at 5:51 PM
He ran the tables, chugging whiskey. He stumbled home; she was gone. For the 1st time ever, he cried.

He ran the tables, chugging whiskey. He stumbled home; she was gone. He cried.

“This is all you’re gonna do to this guy?” one demon asked another.

He shrugged. “This is hell for him.” #vsspic
May 15, 2025 at 3:00 AM
Since the crash, she sits by the grave each day.

Others came too, at first. They’d bring flowers and talk with her.

Eventually though, their lives returned to normal.

Now she sits alone, tracing her name on the stone, hoping they’ll remember her and #return. #vss365
April 24, 2025 at 7:05 PM
Her boutique was thriving thanks to clever #marketing. Quirky chattering teeth in the front windows lured people inside.

Sales were better than ever.

And the best part? No one suspected that they were human teeth. Her trophies, fitted into the toys, were now lovingly on display. #vss365 #vsspic
April 16, 2025 at 9:03 PM
This will forever be my favorite comment about the National and I can’t top it, so I’m just going to post it from now on. 😁😅
March 19, 2025 at 4:02 PM
The old priest had been to the house many times-each time a new owner bought it.

It always started with the humming, then progressed quickly. It took days of prayer, but finally, the girl was free.

The #pomeranian hid as the priest exited her room. He was humming on his way out. #vss365 #vsspic
March 8, 2025 at 6:15 PM
Their romance was nearly dead. She knew she had to do something to rekindle the spark.

She drew a hot bath with scented oils and poured two glasses of champagne.

She got in, surrounded herself with flowers and waited.

He walked in, smiled, then she ruined it with a #fart. 🤦‍♀️😆 #vss365 #vsspic
February 22, 2025 at 3:55 PM
Once a month, he goes to his cabin in the woods. He loves it there, away from the city and the people, a place where he can be #unbridled in nature.

He hikes, fishes, then settles by the campfire after dinner.

And when the full moon rises, he howls and runs off into the night. #vsspic #vss365
February 20, 2025 at 9:32 PM
That was it, she #quit.

She was tired of being taken advantage of and treated like crap.

She stormed out, slamming the door.

Moments later, her phone rang.

“Mom, we’re soo sorry, please come back.”

She smiled; they’d learned their lesson.

“Oh, and bring ice cream.” 🙄😅 #vss365 #vsspic
January 11, 2025 at 10:08 PM
Sometimes, the only place she could find #solitude was somewhere loud, like this bar.

Tonight, it wasn’t working.

Everywhere she turned, one of them was staring at her, saying “You killed me. Why did you kill me?”

Was there anywhere they couldn’t follow? She ran for the exit.

#vss365 #vsspic
December 30, 2024 at 3:08 PM
Each morning, Jim climbs into the old bus and gathers the kids in the neighborhood.

He drives them to a spot in the cemetery where old Mrs. Mason waits excitedly to teach them.

He drops them back home, one by one, where they will each be children forever.

The homes’ owners, oblivious. #vsspic
December 9, 2024 at 11:08 PM
As a matter of fact, I have one in my possession….maybe this is a true story….dun dun dun
November 25, 2024 at 3:25 PM
Amy’s realtor had talked her into this house. He lived just down the street and raved about the neighborhood.

She settled into her new bed that night, happy.

Her realtor started the #journey into the tunnel that connected their two houses. He couldn’t wait to watch her sleep. #vss365 #vsspic
November 18, 2024 at 8:04 PM
Vultures always perched in the tree at old Mrs. Hall’s farm. She’d become quite fond of them.

She’d drag a body out at dawn and by noon they’d have picked it clean. The bones went to the freezer for soup.

The only perk to being old, no one suspects you of anything. #vsspic
October 31, 2024 at 11:12 AM