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authormiasanchez · 6 months

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I am kind of obsessed with making graphics for anything and everything lately :)

Today's #vss365 word is "spin" ♥️ What do you think of this, #poetrylovers?

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christianjacquesbennett · 5 months

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Education (Haiku):

Knowledge is needed.

Education is a right,

For which you must fight.

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ktheqw · 5 months

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An Infection

looking at the sun kindness as he creates models a few hurts harden his kindness evaporates, flees

looking at the moon hardened as he destroys hearts unrecognisable soul he has an infection of dark power

looking at the sun and the moon darkness and light becoming something hardly new they wither, perish

#infection #power #dark and light #perish #moon #kindness #the darkness #candkwords #gippsland poets #poetry #original poetry #poemsbyme #spilledwords #very short story #vss365 #poets and writers #my writing #poets of tumblr

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ebere1 · 9 months

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"If shadows could breathe There're places it wouldn't go"

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winterandwords · 2 years

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I say I'm tired because I ran out of anger forty miles ago. That's my problem. I've always been more iceberg than inferno. You offer to drive and I shake my head because I don't trust myself to speak. That's my problem too. I don't trust myself. I'm made of problems.

Today's Twitter microfiction. The #vss365 prompt was inferno.

#my writing #microfiction #vss365 #writeblr #writeblr community #writer #writers #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #tumblr writers #writers community #writing #am writing #writing community #original writer #original writers #original writing #original fiction #spilled ink

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dnschmidt · 27 days

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Secret Weapon

Amy ran across the dorm, throwing chairs and overturning tables behind her. Simon easily avoided her obstacles, half running and half floating after her. When they were still dating, he had been lazy and aimless, but death had made him persistent.

She made it back to her dorm room. She ran inside, but before she could barricade the door, Simon flew in after her like an icy wind. "No more stakes," he said. "No holy water. And the sun won't rise for hours. Just give in and let it happen. You're helpless, girl."

"Not quite. I have a secret weapon: depression."

He laughed. "What the hell kind of weapon is that?"

"Well, when I went in for treatment, my therapist suggested this UV therapy lamp." She flipped the switch, and Simon screamed.

#short fiction #micro fiction #vampires #vss365 #tiny horror

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lobourufu · 8 months

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Dreams...

At times it seems like my mind is against me. As if it is trying to drown me in the sea...

But as my mask has cracked and shed, I might down myself in the bitter part of reality that has torn off my wings...

I wonder if this will pass, or if I'm to suffer til the end of days...

Then there is that illusion that drives me, that enemy that I thrive upon...

Hope, that I'll end my story with the dawn of a new day...

Am I right to keep dreaming, or am I wrong to keep continuing?

What ever the reason, I stop what I do as my mind drowns me again and again...

It is always an endless cycle, it burns when I'm in the water.

Yet feels moist with my own blood when it's dried...

No one to reach out to... No one to say "it'll be alright" ...

#darkness #dark poetry #poem #poetry #vss365 #vsshorror #very tired #hurt #broken dreams #defeated #sorrow #sadnees #mentally tired #mentally drained #mentally exhausted #mental breakdown

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frogbearwhatever · 6 months

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Very Short Story- Silly

"You're being silly." He chided himself. "You're just noticing them more because you're working from home."

But he saw them more often. And in greater numbers.

Huddled under the trees, stood atop fences like sentries.

This morning hundreds of cats surrounded the house

#vss 2023 #vss #vss365 #very short stories #my writing #writing #minific #prompted writing

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alzyest · 8 months

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Days passing like direct trains

after my missing cake.

Salty water drops

making stains

on a hotel pillow.

Though It has been long,

We'll get seated

behind our school desks.

While I'll pretend

I didn't mind.

#poetry #poem #poets on tumblr #poems on tumblr #spilled poetry #original poem #my poetry #original poetry #poems #poems and poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #poets and writers #poetsandwriters #tumblr poetry #writers and poets #vss365

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posswrites · 2 years

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Break

#vss365 prompt 5/23/22

Pairing: Draco/Hermione

Word Count: 1,554

Rating: T

Hermione never ate lunch in the break room anymore. It was always too crowded, too busy, too social. Someone always wanted to talk to her, and it was usually about work. Just because she was in front of them and technically available, she deserved a break as much as the next person. Probably more, if she was being honest. She’d been staying late most nights to skim back over reports without the distractions of every member of the DMLE calling her for opinions on cases she didn’t even know anything about. She’d snapped at Harry a couple times before she’d realized it was him.

A couple weeks prior, she had discovered an empty office on the way to use the restroom when the closest one to her office was being cleaned. It was a door she didn’t remember seeing before, but when she made the effort to take trips by it the following day to see who was using it, she never saw anyone. At least it would be different scenery from eating in her own office.

The past few days had brought her peace she hadn’t felt at work in a long time. She could eat without disturbance, and even bring a book in there if she wanted to do some reading while she had the chance. Once she came to a stopping point, she grabbed her lunch bag, tucked a book under her arm, and slipped away to the empty office. This time, though, it wasn’t empty.

“No,” Hermione groaned before she could realized it, slumping against the door frame as Draco looked up at her from the desk. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

“Good to see you too, Granger.” He set his sandwich down and wiped his hands on a napkin. They had been working together for a little over a year and did their best to avoid each other during the day, which had seemed to work pretty well so far. It was just easier to stay away. “How’d you manage to find me?”

“Find you?! I’ve been having lunch here for over a week now and I’ve been by myself every single time. How’d you manage to find me?” She sighed, but conjured up another chair across from him to plop down in, setting out her own sandwich on the desk.

“That’s why I haven’t seen you lately, then.”

“Yes, well, I get very tired of talking about work when I’m just trying to have a meal. I’m hoping that I can at least leave at a decent time today.”

“That would be nice. I won’t mention it, then. We can just eat.”

Hermione nodded, tucking into her sandwich while he did the same. But she couldn’t stop looking up at him every few seconds. He looked different for some reason today. “Is that a new tie?”

“This one?” He glanced down at it. “No, I just haven’t worn it in a while. Do you like it?”

“It’s nice.”

“Do you want to wear it?”

“What?”

“You heard me. It would look good with that blouse.”

Hermione looked down at herself. She didn’t think so, but she couldn’t help but laugh. “No it wouldn’t.”

“Without it, then?”

She nearly choked on her drink in shock. While she was covering her mouth and trying to breathe through her nose, Draco was sitting across the desk, forearms resting on the top like he had asked her what the weather was going to be on Saturday. Once she recovered, she gave him an incredulous stare, but the spark in his eyes was undeterred, and she couldn’t help the warmth making its way down her chest. “Draco, we’re at work...”

“I didn’t hear a no.”

Hermione glanced over her shoulder at the door. No one had walked by in the entire time they were there, and she was sure that with a couple of charms, no one would even know they were in there. As soon as she thought about it, the door swung closed and locked, and a film appeared over the small window to keep away any prying eyes. Hermione swallowed and looked back across the desk.

“You said you wanted a break, didn’t you?”

“This isn’t exactly what I meant,” she said a little breathlessly. Draco’s fingers were slowly pulling at the knot on his tie, loosening it just enough to slide it over his head. Hermione was frozen to her chair - whether it was from nervousness or excitement, she wasn’t sure. Surely someone would walk in. Admittedly, she’d thought about this before, but now that the opportunity had come, the nerves were threatening to take over.

Draco quirked his eyebrows up, ushering her to the other side of the desk with a single finger. She couldn’t help but obey. Draco wheeled his chair out to make just enough room for her to sit on the desk in front of him. In this position, she was a just a little less than a head taller than him, and it was admittedly a nice view. Silently, the smirk on his face seemingly permanent, the tie found its way around her, resting warmly against the back of her neck from where he’d had it on all day.

“Doesn’t look too bad after all, does it?” His fingers wrapped around a stray curl, pulling it straight before letting it go and watching it bounce back into place. Hermione could even think properly with the way he was touching her and looking at her. Draco took a long, slow look up and down her body. “Have I told you how amazing you look?”

“N-No,” she managed, swallowing hard as his hand trailed over the side of her thigh before taking the tie in his palm.

“Well, you do. You always do.”

He had her pulled down for a kiss before she could even protect, and her hands quickly found purchase and balance on his shoulders. His cologne flooded her nose as the taste of peanut butter lingered on his tongue. It was utterly intoxicating, and the fact that it was certainly something she shouldn’t be doing on her lunch break had her heart thumping against her ribs. His free hand grabbed her waist, bunching her shirt between his fingers.

She wasn’t sure how long they’d been kissing, whether it was seconds or minutes or hours, but every nerve felt like it was on fire, and the urge to start shedding layers was getting harder to ignore. He seemed to have the same thought, too, because he roughly pulled her towards him by the tie.

Any further plan of action was immediately halted as the heel of Hermione’s shoes caught on the carpet and Draco trying to get her onto his lap turned into her falling on top of him, leaning them back in the chair so suddenly that the wheels flew out from underneath it and they were falling with a loud thud as the back of the chair (and incidentally, Draco) hit the floor with Hermione landing in a flail of arms on top of him.

“Fuck,” Draco groaned, leaning up on his elbows while Hermione propped herself up with her hands.

“Are you okay? Did you hit your head?” She’d ended up straddling him, but that didn’t even matter. Hermione moved to squat next to him, using the edge of the desk for support and immediately running a hand over Draco’s forehead. “Is your back okay?”

To her surprise, though, Draco started laughing. “I’m fine. I’m fine. I don’t believe the chair is, though.” As he scooted to the side, it was clear that the plastic supports were cracked and the seat was bent at a weird angle, even on the ground.

“I told you last night it wouldn’t hold both of us,” Hermione managed with a smile once she was sure Draco wasn’t hurt. “I also told you it probably wouldn’t work with a rolling chair, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, yeah, you don’t have to brag. You’re usually right.”

“Usually?”

“Yes. Usually,” he defended, standing up and stretching his back before helping Hermione to her feet. “Hope I didn’t ruin your lunch break.”

“The only one that was ruined was yours. I’m sorry, though.” She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “Just means we need to practice more at home.”

“Maybe with one of the bar stools instead of the office chair?”

“Height instead of wheels. That’s not much safer. What’s wrong with the couch?”

“The couch has seen it all already. Might as well give some other furniture a chance to shine.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, nudging Draco’s shoulder as they walked back to her office. Once they got there, Draco leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her lips.

“Same time tomorrow, then?”

“Sadly, I don’t think the fantasy is quite what I expected,” she sighed. “But if you leave me alone, I can be home earlier, remember? Then we can put some cushioning charms on the whole flat and do whatever you want with the bar stools.”

“I’m absolutely holding you to that,” Draco replied with a smirk. “I’ll see you later?”

“Don’t you dare tell Harry about this.”

He smiled into one last kiss before heading back to his office, and it wasn’t until Hermione looked in the mirror in the bathroom that she realized she was still wearing his tie.

#vss365 #dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #harry potter #hp #hp fanfic #fanfiction #draco x hermione #drabble #possumwrites #dramione drabble #dramione fanfic

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authormiasanchez · 6 months

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I am collecting all the #vss365 poems I wrote this year, hoping to convert them into a book :)

This is one of them, about the prompt "candlelight", which will also be a part of the collection. What do you guys think of this one?

#female writers #love quotes #quotes #poetry #vss365 #original poem #creative writing #poems and poetry #book recommendations #vss #short stories #writers #sad poems #poems #poems on tumblr #poemsbyme #short poem #poet #poems and quotes

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wordsbyparker · 11 months

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"She could be alone in a #crowd," Oliver had said - with admiration, not scorn. Judith was her own person, always had been. Even with her mate. He loved that about her.

But now, in the quiet stillness the mourners left behind, the last thing she wanted was to be alone.

#words by parker #rhonda parker #vss365 #very short story #short story #renegade's shadow #werewolves #After Oliver's funeral #Judith on her own #The Carson Alphas

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christianjacquesbennett · 6 months

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I cannot tell you just how much I LOVE using AI and digital tools to make art. This image was generated by AI from reading my poem. So the words truly reflect the #art shown.

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ktheqw · 4 months

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A Memory

The echo of her strident voice; lost in the memory of that remembered moment, falling away from the sorrow.

She leaves this trace of hate, found in the memory of all that I had forgotten; holding on as I use the pen and the paper to write every remembered word.

The echo of her voice fades; feeling like myself in the moment again as the inked paper burns away.

#candkwords #gippsland poets #poetry #original poetry #poemsbyme #poem #spilledwords #poetry story #a memory of her #memory #her echo #sorrow #burns away #pen and paper #vss365

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ebere1 · 9 months

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Ballerina

"I want to be a ballerina" The tiring lyrics my mom wish she could stop - As the day goes by without A home tutor or academy. She saw the burning desire - She heard the screaming Dream - Of her five years old child Who wish to be a #ballerina - In a remote town.

#poetry #micropoetry #poem #books & libraries #writerslife #writerslift #writers and poets #original poem #writersoftwitter #writers on tumblr #vss365 #booklr #bookblr #short stories #stories #short story #original story

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winterandwords · 2 years

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I stare at the ceiling and speak without meaning to. "The difference between safe and secure is which side of the door the lock is on and who holds the key." I feel you shrug next to me in the dark. "And the difference between a hostage and a prisoner is a promise."

Today's Twitter microfiction. The #vss365 prompt was secure.

#my writing #microfiction #vss365 #writeblr #writeblr community #writer #writers #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #tumblr writers #writers community #writing #am writing #writing community #original writer #original writers #original writing #original fiction #spilled ink

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