Greg Richards
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Greg Richards
@worfed.bsky.social
· Nov 20
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
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
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
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
#vss365
July 28, 2025 at 10:38 AM
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
#vss365
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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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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
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
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
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
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
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