Eileen Curley Hammond(@curleyhammcozy) 's Twitter Profile Photo

How had the Ghost of the Mountain man known her —that she had a deathly fear of arcade games, ever since that Halloween night? Ann shivered as she breathed in and out.

Silence.

She opened her eyes and screamed.

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Abby¸¸♪(@alicnwondland) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Bethany headed towards the mtns. She had taken this path a zillion times and it always provided inspiration. This time she hoped to find her spark. As a phoenix rises so shall she. She peaked over the horizon and stopped in her tracks What did her eyes see

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A. A. Rubin(@TheSurrealAri) 's Twitter Profile Photo

He was not just the ghost of the mountain man, but one aspect of the ghost of the mountain. His boots became boulders, his scruff the snow caps. &he was not just haunting her but all humans in all their phobias, until they fixed what they’d done to his kind.

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Hfv_micro_written(@Hfv_Micropoetry) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Searching ..Basking on a warm winter day sounded lovely Fi could picture it stretched out in the sun Checking her wrist to see the time her hands weren't human anymore she was a lizard. Damn her imagination now she was going to be late for class.

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Abby¸¸♪(@alicnwondland) 's Twitter Profile Photo

V quickly made her way to the street. What should have been a nice fall day felt like the dead of winter. covered her arms as she darted to the subway. This was when she ran into Him. As she looked up she knew she was about to let the darkness in.

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Richard Labbett(@RichardLabbett) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Holding her bag by the tatty,denim of a handle she ventured in.
A mocking bird called out from inside the cave.
Warm light flickered ahead.
Illuminated cavernous walls stretched upwards.
'Hello Beth.' a feathered figure said.
'Welcome to your story'.

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Anish - Rooted in Poetry, back from hiatus(@optionurol) 's Twitter Profile Photo

The little lost girl could not speak, her eyes spoke to him. Under a stars he could sense the power of connection.

I think it was our fate entwined.

She held my hand as we went further up, my legs becoming stronger, my stride broader.

The little lost girl could not speak, her eyes spoke to him. Under a #zillion stars he could sense the power of connection.

I think it was our fate entwined. 

She held my hand as we went further up, my legs becoming stronger, my stride broader.

#7daystory #vss365 #C
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Sonya Justice(@sonyajustice) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Summit rustled beneath his feet. Karl had no words to describe the splendor. He wondered if the girl had been a tree-climbing ancestor meant to guide his ascent. Pine scents teased his nares. He closed his eyes for a celebratory breath. 'I made it.'

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Elena Marie Ball(@ElenaMarieBall) 's Twitter Profile Photo

HELP WANTED

We need a volunteer for the upcoming round of !

Comment or DM me if you want to fill a slot in the roster for team B.

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Prof Fox is on Vacation🦊(@darkxfer) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Baffled by the playful parallax, walking and thinking, she had arrived at the familiar cave in the southern slope. The terrible backstory floating in her mind as her heart raced. So many had disappeared, yet she felt drawn to the dark within...

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Jotham Austin, II PhD(@jomega22) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Keeping my eye on the summit I wondered what this little girl’s is. I wanted to stop and ask questions, look around for her family, but there is no one in sight. My second wind kicked in and we are so close. I’m sure all answers will be revealed—

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Hfv_micro_written(@Hfv_Micropoetry) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Ann closed her eyes as a thoughts rushed through her head; please make it stop. She pressed her hands against her ears too, what had her shrink said? Breathe, regulate your breathing & the illusions will subside, yet the bells continued to tring

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Elena Marie Ball(@ElenaMarieBall) 's Twitter Profile Photo

May 2023: Part 2

Group

5/19 M. Violet and Desiree Jillian #LGBTQ #BLM #MeToo
5/20 Richard Labbett
5/21 @Auntie_social
5/22 @Jomega22
5/23 PPr is writing...
5/24 @Sweetiepiesnow
5/25 @MollyNeely

NOTE:
We will be taking a break JUN-JUL, back in AUG, unless someone wants to guest-host!

Happy writing!

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Elena Marie Ball(@ElenaMarieBall) 's Twitter Profile Photo

HELP WANTED

We need a volunteer for the upcoming round of !

Comment or DM me if you want to fill a slot in the roster for team D.

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A. A. Rubin(@TheSurrealAri) 's Twitter Profile Photo

He, however, did not seem to notice her at first. He stood, staring off wistfully into the middle distance looking at something V could not see and wouldn’t dare to guess.

“Excuse me,” V said. “Aren’t you…”

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J.R. Bournville(@JRBournville) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Juhi waited patiently. She knew the moment the magic locked in, the offerings acceptable.
She kicked the frozen men off her, grabbed Don by his , and threw him onto the bed.
'As promised, delivered,' she said.
A shadow emerged. 'Our pleasure, always.'

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The nepenthe of in the Arctic tundra was pleasant to behold. Her step-daughter would soon arrive. Work would have to wait. Writing would be paused.
Six months of twilight and Sub-Zero was enough. She had to get outside. But who could take over ?

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Elena Marie Ball(@ElenaMarieBall) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Juhi slipped off her robe and lay as instructed, smiling into the violet velvet where no one could see.
This would be her last film, her last role as a sexy piece of ass with no . When Don drank, she'd be free to write her own scripts and be whoever she wanted.

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Sonya Justice(@sonyajustice) 's Twitter Profile Photo

'I'm not ready, Stacy,' she said.
“I know what happened during Spring break . . .”
“Is an 'f'ing viral video,” Fi groaned.
“You’ve got this.” Stacy’s kind eyes warmed through her bedazzled spectacles.
“Maybe.” , Fi walked up the school steps.

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Frasier Armitage(@FrasierArmitage) 's Twitter Profile Photo

She had arrived hungry. But Love was always hungry.
Over the din of snooker balls and laughter, a voice floated from across the bar, and deep.
“Long time, no see, Love. Care for a bite?”
It couldn’t be him. What was “Guilt” doing here?

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Elena Marie Ball(@ElenaMarieBall) 's Twitter Profile Photo

writers,

Ben Rose - ASD PTSD #MV #AmQuerying #AmWriting ☕✍️ has volunteered to host in the months of JUNE - JULY while I am taking a break.

I will be back as host in AUGUST.

Please be good to Ben and each other.

Happy writing!

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Walden University(@WaldenU) 's Twitter Profile Photo

When a meal doesn’t turn out well, do you think, “I’m a terrible cook”? Replace that thought with, “Every day, I get better at cooking.” See other ways to resist negativity.

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Anish - Rooted in Poetry, back from hiatus(@optionurol) 's Twitter Profile Photo

The Norwegian winter was cold and icy. She strolled through town with an aura, a disdain for all things mundane, like an

She made her way to the pub, ordering a beer & challenged the men to a game of snookers

Her name was 'love'. She had arrived

The Norwegian winter was cold and icy. She strolled through town with an aura, a disdain for all things mundane, like an #apricity

She made her way to the pub, ordering a beer & challenged the men to a game of snookers

Her name was 'love'. She had arrived

#7daystory #vss365 #B
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Elena Marie Ball(@ElenaMarieBall) 's Twitter Profile Photo

May 2023: Part 2

Group

5/19 Hfv_micro_written
5/20 Sonya Justice
5/21 @Rdiana6
5/22 Eileen Curley Hammond
5/23 @Cfreili
5/24 **VOLUNTEER**
5/25 Chelsea Jahaliel

NOTE:
We will be taking a break JUN-JUL, back in AUG, unless someone wants to guest-host!

Happy writing!

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