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Relativity, she never quite engaged with local hearts, #sightseeing, for her emotions travelled faster, in the lightship of her heart. Distant galaxies twinkled, like love, in the night sky. One day, she told herself, hugging tight #vss365
The #charm lay hidden at first, and then as the years ground by, forgotten, buried deep within the rafters, tending to the occupants and then the lineage, in Pendle’s stricken Witch swept past #vss365
August 4, 2025 at 6:57 AM
A terraced row, broken teeth, along the East West jaw of the fading City, & steel capped doors, insufficient to keep the #mischief that still stirred within dark earth rooted cellars, peeking out to plan such shenanigans as that day might still permit, entirely at bay #vss365
August 1, 2025 at 10:29 AM
Blue #sapphires her eyes that once matched the colour of her dresses, like the faded bandana fabric that kept her now grey hair in check. But she had grit. Would not give in. Relentless, Blade beside her, and paradise still might become enow. One day. Perhaps #vss365
July 29, 2025 at 12:41 PM
Divine the right that placed her family thus, or so they said, backed by the might of the royal host, & the wealth that bought what it did not need to bludgeon. But it was #happenstance that led her here where Blade waited for the hand to light then wield it
#vss365
July 28, 2025 at 10:38 AM
Once she was alone. A solitary flicker in the great dark expanse of night. And then came Blade. She was no longer a candle in the wind, but #together a blazing beacon, and her fury burnt to ashes each dark shade that sought to sustain the dark #vss365
July 26, 2025 at 10:10 AM
She would not cry. Her face was blank. She would not let them see the tear they gouged deep inside her heart. But they would pay. She had but to reach the #Blade that sang its’ song of pain and sorrow within her dreams #vss365
July 23, 2025 at 11:24 AM
It began with a #promise, given freely, paid in blood, that echoed through the ages. Blade hummed content in its sheath, high on her back, whilst she moved slow but vigilant along the forest’s edge. It was here to collect. Actions have consequences #vss365
July 22, 2025 at 12:50 PM
Hereditary, entitled, enriched. They’d given an Oath once, of protection and justice in return for what the serfs had left to give. But Oaths, apparently, were easily broken. The haze of burning crofts hung over fields strewn with the dead. Where was the #purpose in that #vss365
July 22, 2025 at 7:43 AM
This feeling in his gut, that wrenched wellbeing, root and branch, mandrake shrieking from the fetid depths of his despair, was not #spiritual. Wracked, he dropped the phone, his daughters words, “we’re not even that close” resonating in the deafening silence of his heart #vss365
July 21, 2025 at 7:29 AM
No beating gem could resist the irrefutable point of her #Blade. Job done, she’d sent him on his way, a dark journey fitting for a black #onyx heart #vss365
July 19, 2025 at 4:23 PM
It was not that he’d removed the man she’d once loved. Or supplanted the peace she’d once known. It was none of those things. He’d forced her to leave, #displaced her from the wooded calm of the valley where once she’d lived. For that he would surely pay #vss365
February 18, 2025 at 11:45 AM
He was a #complex character, they said, in exoneration or excuse she could never quite fathom. But it was really very simple: he loved her, or he did not. He respected her, or he did not. Everything else was fluff #vss365
February 14, 2025 at 3:19 PM
It was in his blood, this fickle quicksilver predisposition to rage. In the twilight of their time together he’d faded, like his namesake, #mercury occluded by the imminent splendour of the sun #vss365
February 12, 2025 at 11:10 AM
Let the hunt commence. He’d slipped the leash once too often. That stopped here. With actions come consequences. His were coming to call. The #chase was on #vss365
February 11, 2025 at 9:02 AM
Freedom like home is a concept not a place. Liberation will always be illusory until the open spaces in our heart are free to all. It’s a shame no-one explained this to the Troll now chained in the basement, as much by the memes & misinformation that consumed him as any iron chain #vss365
February 10, 2025 at 11:44 AM
She never understood the weave this nexus wrought. But at this conflux of seasons as Autumn sank into Winter’s frozen grip, the confluence of events took hold. The Host faced the accursed City. The reckoning was nigh #vss365
February 5, 2025 at 8:00 AM
The gall lay at her feet, hard to see, like the reason she was brought here, as daylight brushed aside the cobweb strands of her dream, and only the path she trod giving purpose to her visit. She stood now before the ancient #Oak, wondering at the wisdom of its summons #vss365
February 3, 2025 at 12:18 PM
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January 30, 2025 at 6:24 AM
She eschewed the #collar. He was that sort of material man who saw the world through the prism of his possessions. The transactional fulcrum of his heart weighed every interaction on the scale of their value to him. Too bad, she made an early and irretrievable withdrawal #vss365
January 30, 2025 at 9:09 AM
It all unravelled. Quicktime. She’d need a HUGE #needle this time. But maybe no amount of patchwork could fix these dissonant threads. The tapestry of her life was ever a passing blur of faces too hard to define #vss365
January 28, 2025 at 11:42 AM
She faced her challenges head on. This was the way. So why oh why did her resolve not stiffen, but #congealed like clotting blood, before his door as her knuckles froze & would not knock #vss365
January 27, 2025 at 9:06 AM
A multiplicity of ways to tie her to him, #unlaced, all at once. One sharp bright blood red nail sliced his Gordon knot. He was conquered long ago, this was just the icing on the cake #vss365
January 22, 2025 at 12:37 PM
A wrinkle in the fold of time, she knew not whence or when she travelled. But she’d #pucked her last for that vain wastrel of a man. New horizons beckoned, if she could ever see the wood for the trees that crowded ever closer, mirth in the weaving set of their branches #vss365
January 21, 2025 at 11:15 AM
He weaved a tangled web, #crisscrossed with intent, hope & desire. It smouldered darkly, in the hidden recessed depths of his petrified heart. Nothing fecund, or anything at all, grew there. And she eschewed the advent of Ash and the eclipse of light it promised #vss365
January 20, 2025 at 1:52 PM
Good humour hid the darkness shrouded within the rotten core that, she learnt, eventually, was #cloaked at his core. She though was not one for obfuscation. She told him exactly what she thought. & often. Her heart though she did keep hidden. He didn’t deserve to see it #vss365
January 17, 2025 at 11:58 AM