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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

She looked up from her mail to the sky. No #bequest from a dead relative. Again. Rude. Not that she had any wealthy relatives, but if she did, and one of them died, she saw no reason she couldn’t inherit their money. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

Even the clock striking five offered no #reprieve. There was still traffic to fight, then the kids and their homework. No rest in sight. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

Every morning, before the sun had properly cleared the roofs, she knelt beside the bed and asked to be made clean. Patient. Humble. Worthy of the day's burdens. She had spent years learning how to #purify the soul. She had yet to discover how to purify her phone of spam callers. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

Between the lack of sleep and the caffeine, she knew the #reckoning was coming. Eventually, her body was going to give up on her. She just needed it to hold out until everything was submitted. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

She didn’t #hunger for a faster mile. She didn’t hunger for a smaller size. At this moment, at this particular moment in time, she hungered for a cinnamon roll. And, frankly, the cinnamon roll had the better argument. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

My favorite thing about Fire Emblem Fortune's Weave is the number of cats wandering around town.

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

Most of the time, her o’s were o’s, but on days when the wind came up hard, she couldn’t help slipping into her mother’s voice. "It’s getting #stormy outside", she'd say with the "a" where the "o" ought to be. She’d catch herself, feel that old flicker of embarrassment, and then miss her. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

She was #sustained by deadlines and coffee. This had seemed perfectly reasonable at thirty. At forty, it seemed less like a lifestyle and more like a medical experiment. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

She was going to begin working on her draft. Not impactful enough. She was going to start working on her draft. Too generic. She was going to #commence work on her draft? Too formal. She was going to work on her draft. There. Simple. Direct. No more room for procrastination. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

She decided, despite it all, to trade her naivete for hope. Not the foolish hope that nothing would go wrong, but the #sanguine conviction that she could survive whatever did. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 11/09/2026

She decided, despite it all, to trade her #naivete for blind optimism and accept whatever consequences followed. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

She hadn't been to #Moonglade in eleven years. Her son was eleven. Coincidence? No. Babies had a way of ruining a perfectly good raid schedule. Her old guildmates were long gone, too. She wondered if anyone remembered her, or if Azeroth had simply carried on without her. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 03/09/2026

Her morning #elixir required roasted energy beans, water at precisely the proper temperature, four minutes of steeping, oat milk, and sugar. On rushed mornings, she could simply whisper a phrase to the local apothecary, offer coin, and let them make her morning coffee. #vss365

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Elle Cordova @ellecordova.bsky.social · 03/09/2026

Rough Draft vs Final Draft

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

As the day wore on, her unease began to #wax. At first, it was little more than a nagging thought, easy enough to dismiss. But with every passing hour, it grew harder to ignore, until it had settled heavily in the pit of her stomach. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 28/08/2026

Her heart still beat. It still hurt. #Tissue, it turned out, had a cruel sense of humor. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 26/08/2026

She sometimes mourned the blank walls in her kids' rooms. Her childhood room had been covered with colorful #posters of bands and movie stars. Their heroes lived on screens, appearing and disappearing without ever leaving a trace. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 25/08/2026

If only her mind were a #sponge. Learning would come easily to her. Instead, it was more of a sieve, letting everything slip away. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 24/08/2026

She and her brothers had tied a thick #cord across the gully, rigging it into a makeshift rope swing. Every time they hiked that trail, they would stop there, take turns swinging out over the ravine, and laugh until their sides hurt. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 21/08/2026

She tried to tackle her leg hair, with all the best intentions. The #razor burns made her skin angry and stippled with red bumps. Wearing shorts was now out of the question, and it was too hot for anything else. Another day at home then. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 20/08/2026

All he wanted was a whistling #kettle, a soft chair, and a good book. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 19/08/2026

She had packed everything, even a camp sink, but forgot the #soap. She discovered this, naturally, only after it was too late to remedy. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 12/08/2026

She planted flowers for butterflies, sure they’d eventually notice the invitation. By midsummer, the #garden had attracted every creature except the one she’d planted it for. Finally, a butterfly appeared, circled the garden once, then flew straight into her neighbor’s yard. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 11/08/2026

She walked in wearing an absolutely #evil grin. He should have known right then to run. Instead, he smiled back, because apparently self-preservation had never been his strongest skill. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 10/08/2026

The day’s #toil was too much. The evening's rest was never enough. By the time the work was done, there was barely enough light left to remember that life was meant for more than labor. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 06/08/2026

Her imagination was #fertile enough to produce exactly one worthwhile idea: sleep. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 03/08/2026

She #tended to mind her own business. The only problem was that, in her mind, everyone else's business was her own. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 23/07/2026

This meeting covered everything. The model had given them #road maps with checkpoints and deliverables. Every problem had a plan. The only thing the plan neglected was the fact that there were five employees. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 22/07/2026

She had youth as a #tailwind. He had caffeine and denial. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 16/07/2026

The plane had departed several hours ago and would be landing soon. Unfortunately, her mind had declined to #depart with it, lingering instead on a vacation it had no intention of leaving behind. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 14/07/2026

She needed the day to be #patient. It wasn't that she wasn't going to get up. She would. She'd drag herself out of bed, make breakfast, pretend she was ready. She'd get there eventually. She just couldn't make eventually happen any faster. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 13/07/2026

Turns out today is July 13th, not July 20th. Panic assuaged.

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 07/07/2026

It was summer, and she needed the perfect outfit. Something that was breathable without being too #revealing, employed-but-on-break, effortless without trying too hard. She never found it, so she never left the house. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 06/07/2026

What began as a #tender brush of a paw against her shoulder ended with the cat draped across her keyboard, effectively bringing her workday to a halt. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 02/07/2026

Existence itself felt like an #appraisal. Someone, somewhere, was always keeping score. There were optimal ways to sleep, prepare lunch, and even how to EAT that lunch. She wasn't winning, but the internet assured her success was only three habits away. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 02/07/2026

Looks like I only finished reading one novel in June. I was a good one, though.

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 30/06/2026

#Florid blooms had been the expectation. A thicket of weeds became the reality. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 29/06/2026

He returned to the #carrion of his ambition, hoping there was still something worth salvaging. It wasn't the lost weeks that stung. It was the certainty he'd once carried, now gone without fanfare. He searched the scraps for evidence that he'd ever known what came next. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 26/06/2026

The #villain, fueled by toast and stubbornness rather than evil, prepared to face another entirely ordinary morning. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 25/06/2026

Today she was making bread. The hand-pounded, coarse- #grained kind. The kind that went best with salted butter and a book. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 24/06/2026

All she wanted was to lose herself in her feeds, but work notifications kept #pulling her back. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 23/06/2026

The day #lurched to a halt. She had wrung so much work from it that, in the end, her fingers were the first thing to break ranks. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 12/06/2026

All she wanted to do was let her weekend plans #consume her weekday ones, and to keep Monday from sneaking a nibble. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 11/06/2026

She knew she shouldn't be happy about it, but a #forbidden smile still tugged at her lips. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 09/06/2026

The week had turned into a #deadfall of obligations, and she was the unfortunate creature caught underneath. She needed a vacation. A maid. And a gallon of coffee. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 05/06/2026

Her timing was off again. The sky was covered in clouds. The stars were #evermore and invisible simultaneously. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 02/06/2026

She considered it a #gamble to plant flowers for butterflies. By midsummer, the garden had attracted every creature in the neighborhood except a butterfly. When the one finally appeared, it circled once and disappeared into her neighbor's yard. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 28/05/2026

First she lost the fight against the pillows and blankets. Then gravity joined in, and she stopped pretending she was getting out of bed. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 19/05/2026

She started the day with a flawless plan and the best of #intent. Then she walked into the coffee shop. Discounted cinnamon rolls change a person. #vss365

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B. Fowler @bfowler.bsky.social · 18/05/2026

It was another day where she had to admit the #feral children tearing through the store were indeed hers. #vss365

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