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Monique
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Bob & Nora stories 🌿𔓘 🚫 no mass-tagging, #vss365 🌿 ⊹(◔◡◔)⊹
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Bob picked up his guitar. "I've got a few acoustic songs, babe, nothing too #specific, just jamming." Nora sat up and nudged Leo the cat awake. They both wanted to be front row for the performance.

#vss365
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There’s a #specific person I’m unhappy with
This person doesn't know this
Why?...Coz
This person doesn't seem to know I exist!
This person doesn't even have me on their top list!
This is why
I am unhappy with this specific person!
Gosh, how tragic!

#vss365 #FridayFunnies🤣
November 21, 2025 at 8:59 AM
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Rory couldn’t point to anything #specific that brought him back to the game over-and-over, above every other game he had played.

The graphics weren’t the best, there were glitches, some of the quests were boring and the monsters not that varied, but it all worked for him.

It was special.

#vss365
November 21, 2025 at 9:20 AM
Bob picked up his guitar. "I've got a few acoustic songs, babe, nothing too #specific, just jamming." Nora sat up and nudged Leo the cat awake. They both wanted to be front row for the performance.

#vss365
November 21, 2025 at 12:12 PM
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The #action word was nothing
but vain repetition of yester years and its fabrication.

#immigrants are you from city ?
will your soul leave in village ?
will you leave to south immediately ?

Nobody can plan my life, said maura with a deep sigh but keep dreaming as usual.

#vss365
#Bravewrite
November 20, 2025 at 12:47 PM
Max Balegde jumps into #action as soon as he hits the red carpet, ready to interview stars. Bob noticed, but Nora, a big fan of celebrity news, kept herself updated daily, online and through glossy magazines.

#vss365
November 20, 2025 at 9:15 AM
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my empathy has limits
there is place I cannot inhabit
my mind cannot map
into yours

Don't you know
that loving you
wasn't a choice
or an option?

I just took a breath
and you were in my lungs
then in my blood

so why are there times
my heart aches
for just a kind word
but your lips
are numb
#vss365
November 20, 2025 at 4:15 AM
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"Sholmes, someone replaced all museum statues with people pretending to be statues"

"A bold piece of #action, Hatson"

"Geriarty?"

"Indeed Hatson. Only he recruits volunteers for chaos"
#vss365
November 20, 2025 at 8:46 AM
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In action, outcome:
A reaction to the force
Leaves all things equal

#vss365 #action #haiku
November 20, 2025 at 8:53 AM
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The director shouted #action, but the moment the actors looked at each other, they burst out laughing. Despite their experience, being semi naked for a pivotal love scene with camera and sound crew set them off again. They were secretly dating and had only just had their first kiss.
#vss365
November 20, 2025 at 9:03 AM
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We live in a world of too much #action, and not enough presence.

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#WritingCommunity #vss365 #KBFZen
November 20, 2025 at 9:04 AM
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‘Let’s work on the questionnaire.’

‘What should I put for occupation? I’m a stay at home mom.’

‘Let’s say domestic housewife.’

‘Domestic housewife? You mean like a cat? Does that mean there’s something called a feral housewife?’

‘Interesting thought.’

‘I have a new #goal in life now.’

#vss365
November 17, 2025 at 1:50 PM
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A call to #action
Falls on too many deaf ears
Just like they want it
#haiku #vss365
November 20, 2025 at 8:41 AM
Nora frowned in front of the mirror, "Every time I push past midnight, #reality reminds me I’m no longer 18. I've got dark circles, wrinkles and the worst posture to show for it." "Yes, I can see that," Bob casually replied.

#vss365
November 18, 2025 at 8:21 AM
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In the shadows
She sharpens her strength
Twisted chaos breaks
In her minds eye
She will bury her broken
Rise and conquer
From her shattered pieces

#poetry #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity
November 18, 2025 at 12:06 AM
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if taken in my hand
it would vanish in hot tears
autumn frost

#haiku poems of Matsuo Basho between 1684-1688
translator: Jane Reichhold
#micropoetry
November 18, 2025 at 1:59 AM
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Something In The Rain

That night when we walked to the clubs, after the rain, and you challenged me, that I'd never dare, and jump, into one of rose puddles...

Surprised you, didn't I?

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#WritingCommunity #fairytalepoets
November 18, 2025 at 8:17 AM
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#OwlishMonday
The Stars of Winter page from the Ladybird book of the Night Sky.
November 17, 2025 at 10:12 PM
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The developers never failed to #issue regular new items in both the store and in-game purchase methods. It kept the variety of costumes and other items at remarkable levels.

Rory, of course, hoarded his currencies. He never knew what might come up in the future and didn’t want to miss it.

#vss365
November 16, 2025 at 10:04 AM
Bob explained, "The #issue isn't the detour, sweetheart. It is your fear of big dogs. What if we go and meet our neighbour's dog together? He could be a gentle soul." Nora gasped.

#vss365
November 16, 2025 at 8:57 AM
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Pass the tissues, this
Issue is a heartbreaker,
I really miss you.
#vss365 #issue #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
November 16, 2025 at 8:01 AM
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Unspoken issues are silently ushered from one to another. Everybody closes their eyes, like little children, hoping that nobody will see. But the unplayed mask always sits with the audience, in the end.

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#WritingCommunity #vss365
November 16, 2025 at 8:35 AM
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emotional clouds
heavy with the grey of now
hiding the sunset
issues faced on Sunday night
The dread falls within the rain

#vss365 #issue #tanka #rain
November 16, 2025 at 8:51 AM
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Everybody is pointing
at the little white elephants
all over the room.
But the real #issue #lurks
around the corner, waiting
to stomp in any minute now.

#vss365 #whistpr
November 16, 2025 at 8:56 AM
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‘In Between’

Transport me to a time
that was before it was.
Wrap me in sheets of gold
like the morning's breath
fogs the sun outside my window

Take me to Paris
kiss me under the Eiffel Tower
take my hand at the traffic light.
Conveyor-belt clouds smile at our loop—
Red means more.

#vss365 #poetry
November 15, 2025 at 9:19 AM