#vss365 Sundays we dress for church #folklore . For prayers, for the priests self-righteousness and for salvation. We sing in a choir as angels & our faces glow in the candlelight. Turned tears of beeswax as a remorse for sins. Back home, men hit their woman, next sunday will come

taking in
the groceries--
lilacs in bloom

#haiku

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Mama said when we make friends with 2500 pawsome friends, we'll get two extra treats EACH for two weeks.

And I'm a treat girl, as you all know.

Help a girl get her extra treats. TY!

'So, there wasn't really a fall from grace...?'

' #Folklore , all of it. I fought once, on the wrong side. It won't happen again.'

#VSS365

I may be little, but I am fierce.
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Lena’s backpack loaded heavy with #folklore is riding the train to nowhere. She has already boarded a flight with the many. She seeks a new story. One clear of assumption, bias, mere belief. She must be among those with knowledge of peace. Her feet step into a new Earth.

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#vss365 It all began when we found that moldy book of #Folklore in the #crawl space under our house. This was no gentle book of fairytales, no this was a book penned with unutterable Lovecraftian tales of terror. We soon came to understand that once read they had to power of life

We are the fairies of the tales, the tellers of the stories, the folk of lore. #vss365 #folklore #writingcommunity

happy earth day from your friendly neighborhood writer of hopeful, subtly magical climate fiction! here's a thread of my relevant stories... the shorts are all free to read, & don't forget i'm donating to a green cause for Undiscovered purchases/reviews all month! --->>

Mama whispers at tuck-in about the Before Times when girls could say no and boys could love who they loved. Papa's shadow closes Mama's mouth like a string, but he has already heard too much of her 'dangerous #folklore .' She scurries out so we won't hear but we always do.
#vss365

I #raise a flag of surrender
Before the game even begins
Before I can be caught unprepared

In the morning, the sun shames me
The white cloth, now stained, sags
Weighed down even in strong breeze

I remain stubborn, forlorn
I ignore the distant whistle
Of the passing steamship

It's not the fairy realm of folklore, said the bobcat. No flash of light on water between the blades of grass.
Maybe it's a magic mirror, said the mother badger, admiring herself.
#vss365 #folklore

Behold the deep time of human artistic creativity!

About 40,000 years ago, during the #IceAge , this small figurine was masterfully sculpted from mammoth ivory.

Known as the ‘Vogelherd Horse’ it is one of the earliest known works of figurative art. 📷 my own

'When I call you, you'll #crawl to me.'

'Yes.'

'What?'

'Yes, master.'

'Good. Don your gag. Are you comfortable? Can you sign your safe word? Okay. Come here now.'

#VSS365

new drawing is up…

Days crawl by. Mornings
Pass like running cats, but then
Everything slows down.

#vss365
#vsspoem
#PoemADay
#haiku
#senryu

This week's prompt:

wreckage

Share your short stories, poetry, haiku, or lines from your WIP using #vsstimetravel ⌛

Happy time travelling!

PromptTimes @vssWritingRT ♻️

Most historians cite the infamous foot toll as the catalyst for rebellion. A hefty tax was assessed on each walking step, forcing most citizens to #crawl . The wealthy and powerful enjoyed their upright status for a time, but, ultimately, it just made them easier to find. #vss365

Jeremiah sat under the cinnamon tree at the moment of double eclipse. The music of the jubilee bats ceased in the eerie darkness, an occurrence of once in 2400 years.

#satsplat #scifisat