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DoraArtist @doraartist.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

#vss365 #clouds Here's a post from 2023 on the subject of clouds. Pls click on 📸 to read #WritingCommunity #PoetryCommunity #MicroPoem

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Jan Karlsson @jangoeswriting.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

Best. Charity shop book haul. EVER! Eleven original Josh Kirby cover editions of Discworld books. Thoroughly and extensively pre-loved, so they are worth, essentially, nothing except what I paid for them, which was, ~drum roll~, six pounds seventy pence. £6.70! For eleven books! 😻🎉📚💙

Collection of Discworld books, original Josh Kirby covers, from a charity shop. Yay, charity shops!

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A s p e n🕊️©️(AspenBrave®️™️) @aspenbrave.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

#BraveWrite #vss365 #Poetry #RareDisease #tanka allowing myself grace to grieve what my illness took where did my dreams go somewhere between surviving so much of me died I let myself hope yesterday for my old self nothing to #marvel everything has a price even miracles 👇 youtu.be/pKrxD1hZb5E?si…

A sick, bald girl in a hospital bed with her mother beside her…

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Jan Karlsson @jangoeswriting.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

From: ‘With Sword and Hunger’ Prompt: ‘Guard’ #WiPSnips

“I’m telling you, I was there!” An unfamiliar voice boomed over the usual tavern bustle. “How’d you think I got these?”

The man held up a hand, the last two fingers missing and the stumps wrapped with cloth, and pointed at his scarred face, as though that explained everything, but his companions at the table laughed, nudging each other.

“Stealing, for the hand, and a whore’s fingernails for not paying up after you shot across her bows early for the scratches.” All three men were one’s Manes couldn’t name, but they worked for Lefu. He knew that much.

“They take the whole hand for stealing.” Another of the men laughed into his beer. “Probably a dog bit the fingers off … for not paying up after he shot early across its bows.”

“I was there!” The three-fingered hand hammered against the table. “I was there when General Morana slaughtered the King’s Guard and almost took the head of the king himself. Lef’ll tell you! We were all there! It was us as saved him. King hisself shook my hand.”

“Most of it, at least.” The laughter erupted again and Manes skirted past them, trying not to draw attention to himself.

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Dripping With Words @drippingwithwords.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

..i think once you find you’re trying too hard at anything in life.. you have to stop.. go.. watch birds.. stare at the pastel-triple-shaded-sunset.. read stuff.. and only after you've lost your-’self’ again.. can you really go back to it.. you were getting in your own way.. . -dww

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DoraArtist @doraartist.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

@blackboughpoetry.bsky.social For #FragmentsFriday Many thanks to @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social for hosting. Today's post has to do with genetics: how an accidental gene kerfuffle ensures a plant's/tree survival. If your curious, search for Clausia Grandiflora (what a great name!)

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DoraArtist @doraartist.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

#vss365 I managed one more swim before closing my pool yesterday. Friday was a perfect summer's day. Had to get a new pool cover much bigger than I had;thankfully my neighbor stopped by. There's more to do, but it can wait. I'm #conflicted, love the summer but look forward 2Autumn's temperate days

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Dripping With Words @drippingwithwords.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

"DIGITAL TRASH".. why i left my ‘in real life’ socials to fade-to-black a while ago.. we don't need to be 'popular' in old circles.. in this post: how i did & carried on.. READ [no cost] TAP QUOTE [it's the link]⤵️ ..travels from life & songbooks. #musicsky #music #johnwaite #missingyou #philosophy

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how i just disappeared

digtial-trash.. why i left my ‘in real life’ socials.. to fade-to-black..

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Dripping With Words @drippingwithwords.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

..sharing travels.. from life and songbooks.. . #music #musicsky #rock #singersongwriter #philosophy

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Jan Karlsson @jangoeswriting.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

From: ‘Soulstice’ Prompt: ‘Payment’ Minus: ‘-ment’ #WiPSnips

Flirty continued at a pace as Particular found that the thieves had stolen everything except the pile of leaflets, including the cart. It wasn’t that the people of Drippings on the Lea were particularly more inclined to thievery, but Soulstice was an age-old tradition, pumpkins had some part to play in it, and Particular had bought the only pumpkin patch when she arrived and charged a fortune for them.

Really, Flirty should have moved. She should have moved somewhere nice and started afresh. She heard Certain Incontinence, a village on the other side of the hills, was a nice place to live, once you got used to the smell, but the soil there was far too alkaline rich for her purposes, with an overabundance of ammonia, for some reason. But she actually liked Drippings on the Lea. She had friends here. It was pretty, after a fashion. And, frankly, being a self-employed botanist, and reluctant witch-substitute, didn’t pay well enough to hire anyone to cart her things all that way.

So she stayed. She suffered the indignities of performing certain witchly duties that she wasn’t in the least qualified for and she fought, every single day, to get someone, anyone, to call her by her proper name. That, more than anything, was infuriating. In fact, she needed to reach the bakers, but her bread and then probably take the long way out of the village back to her cottage because she’d had more than enough of, well, everything already. And Particular looked as though she was about to start tactical leaflet distributions and that always ended in disaster.

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DoraArtist @doraartist.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

#vss365 Can't help it, found this nugget of wisdom that shows exactly how I #Explore, from 2023. Enjoy! Photo taken at the Mall of America when visiting my son and daughter-in-law in Minneapolis. Pls click on 📸

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DoraArtist @doraartist.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

@blackboughpoetry.bsky.social For #FragmentsFriday Many thanks to @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social for hosting & all who participate and comment. I happened upon an article on Invasive Carp and decided to write about it. Hope everyone enjoys it.

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DoraArtist @doraartist.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

#vss365 Sleep soundly,child, nestled at my breast.I am here.Ur protector,Ur muse.From #infancy to adulthood,from Amber to Russet dreams,I'll give u all my love. Hope &prayers are born in innocence,then destiny. She'll try the best she can,your guiding light,supporting every dream. My 📸 Watercolor

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DoraArtist @doraartist.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

#vss365 At midnight, her heart's sonorous pounding would #commence. No one else heard it. She'd lay awake, holding her breath eyes open,squeezing her knuckles tight. It paralyzed her resolve, weakening her core. Her disEASE,malaise, sponteneous eruption of a soul gone astray. My Watercolor

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BattleBorn Poetry @thepoetryarena.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

There is a difference between becoming someone new and becoming more fully yourself. Ipseity is the irreducible self — the “I” beneath the armor of persona we’ve created to survive our trauma. These finalists explored that territory. Read ⬇️ Vote ➡️: freeonlinesurveys.com/s/9EgJbIrg

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DoraArtist @doraartist.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

@Blackboughpoetry.bsky.social #toptweettuesday and @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social for this wonderful venue and everyone participating. My poem had a mind of its own so not sure how to categorize it. #PoetryCommunity #WritingCommunity #MicroPoem

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DoraArtist @doraartist.bsky.social · 11/09/2026

@blackboughpoetry.bsky.social For #FragmentsFriday Many thanks @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social for hosting&all who participate and comment. My piece is about September 11th. I've always wanted to write something about it but could never find the words. May the 2,977 victims RIP. We will never forget.

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A s p e n🕊️©️(AspenBrave®️™️) @aspenbrave.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

Memorizing midnight's #moonglade Reaching beyond dark’s fear Gliding my illumination Beyond night & day Braving spheres' Transformation No tete-a-tete Risked higher A humble way My love steers A Harmonization Survivor's silhouette Memorializing a manifestation #BraveWrite #vss365 #Poetry

Woman’s silhouette against a golden moon

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Jan Karlsson @jangoeswriting.bsky.social · 09/09/2026

From: ‘Soulstice’ Prompt: ‘Rig’ Alt: ‘Fix’ #WiPSnips

“Mrs Emberflucket? It’s me, Flirty.” Flirty peered through the crack in the marginally opened door.

“That’s your business, Goody Tallheart, but best not saying as such in public. People talk, you know.” Mrs Emberflucket was acting a little skittish and Flirty tried, harder, to look beyond the crack in the door.

“No, Mrs Emberflucket, that’s my … you know what, it doesn’t matter. In my capacity as, albeit reluctant, witch in these here parts, I feel it’s incumbent upon me to give you fair warning. We appear to be having a bit of an … infestation?” She pressed a hand against the door, but Mrs Emberflucket seemed determined to keep it mostly closed. “… of, umm, ghosts. It’s nothing to worry about, I think, but just be aware and try not to be afraid. There’s someone trying to fix it even as we speak and the regularly scheduled life, sans ghosts, should be back with us by morning.”

She looked over her shoulder at the moon, frowned, then hid it as she looked back to Mrs Emberflucket. She tried smiling and the door closed a little further, leaving a paper thin crack and a sliver of eye looking at her.

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DoraArtist @doraartist.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

blackboughpoetry.bsky.social #toptweettuesday and @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social for this wonderful venue. I thought today was Monday due to our Labor Day Weekend. Managed to come up with below. Hope you enjoy. #PoetryCommunity #WritingCommunity #MicroPoem

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DoraArtist @doraartist.bsky.social · 04/09/2026

#vss365 #Elixir #silhouette Updated an old post from 2023 as it suited both prompts. Hope everyone has a great day. Thanks to @Tetrametracall1 for hosting. My 📸

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DoraArtist @doraartist.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

#vss365 #vss365 Sparks of love&hate, restless flames, lust,furious desires. Tree of life will burn itself out. Wicked leer at our #empathetic dance as we devour our children& damn them 2hell. Heretic misfits sing 2get our attention; ashes swirl like swarms of locust.

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Jan Karlsson @jangoeswriting.bsky.social · 30/08/2026

From: ‘Revna’s Conspiracy’ Prompt: ‘Soup’ #WiPSnips

The sounds of someone stirring the pot above the fire, of something spooned out, a wooden tap against more wood. A whispered thanks from Hordrir. The crackle of bread breaking. Then soft footsteps upon the ground coming toward Revna that halted a few feet away. She waited a moment longer, but still did not open her eyes.

“I am not asleep, chiefling.” She held out her hand and felt a bowl press to her fingers.

“How can you remain so calm?” The sound of mail settling as the girl came to sit beside Revna and then her voice lowering. “Bòr thinks you will attempt to kill him. He thought I did not hear.”

“I may.” She blinked, her eyes adjusting at speed to the light given off by the fire. “But reducing our numbers would be foolish.”

The soup looked thin and tasteless, lumps of some kind of meat poking up from the foot of the bowl looked all but inedible, but Revna began to spoon the food into her mouth. She didn’t look, but she knew Merdiva also ate. A wad of black-crusted bread sat between them and Revna put down the bowl to break off a piece, dipping it into the soup and allowing the excess to drip before biting off the sodden part.

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Dripping With Words @drippingwithwords.bsky.social · 30/08/2026

..it's so true.. -dww

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Andee Harry @andeeharry1.bsky.social · 30/08/2026

Mr. Krabs launched “Rainbow Patties” to attract customers. The Simpsons showed up, but Homer panicked when the purple patty started humming the Stranger Things theme. Mr. Krabs said, “Relax, lad, that’s just the Upside Down seasoning.”

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Steve Silas Hendrickson (Hiatus) @phylogeneticsteve.bsky.social · 30/08/2026

15th Day Of #7SyllableSquad (Aug 30) Happy Sunday! Welcome to your daily dose of #7SyllableSquad. This prompt runs concurrent to #7SyllableSunday, so participate in both! Today's word is #Running #7SyllableSentence #writingprompt #poetry #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity

#7SyllableSquad

Aug 30 Running
Aug 31 Fate
Sept 1 Headlights
Sept 2 Looking
Sept 3 Turning
Sept 4 Move
Sept 5 Trip

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Matthew M C Smith @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social · 30/08/2026

Lock up your daughters. The lads are out in the fairground. 🎡 🎢 🍿 #toxicmasculinity #poetry #women #girls #sexism #incels

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Matthew M C Smith @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social · 30/08/2026

We’ve learned enough as poets, readers & organisers that we shouldn’t be repeating, or creating new, elites and structures. There’s so much of it going on. Keep poetry * democratic * and free of hierarchies & false idols. Like what you like! #poetry #writing #readers

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And The Truth Shall Set You Free

ALT: And The Truth Shall Set You Free

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Annest Gwilym @annestgwilym.bsky.social · 29/08/2026

A poem about the end of summer (late August) from my new book Contemplation of Roses. First published in Reach Poetry, it is available from: www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0HG7ZY1Z4 #PoemsAbout #EndofSummer #poetrycommunity #poetsofbluesky #blueskypoets Thank you @thebrokenspine.co.uk for the prompt.

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Annest Gwilym @annestgwilym.bsky.social · 25/08/2026

My fourth book of poetry, Contemplation of Roses, published by Lapwing Publications is now available from: www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0HG7ZY1Z4 'Rich in sensory imagery and rooted in both place and imagination, this collection celebrates the extraordinary within the everyday.' —Jim Bennett

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DoraArtist @doraartist.bsky.social · 30/08/2026

#vss365 #broom #glove #tissue #Pillow #poster #sponge #cord #dice Happy Sunday! I'm on the move and missed a week of #prompts but I'm here, today, to make up for it. Hope you enjoy. My 📸

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DoraArtist @doraartist.bsky.social · 28/08/2026

@blackboughpoetry.bsky.social for #fragmentsfriday Many thanks @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social for hosting and to all of the wonderful poets participating and commenting. My Fragment is called Surging Despair. #WritingCommunity #PoetryCommunity #MicroPoem

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DW Keene @dragonandelf.bsky.social · 19/08/2026

A pool of silent water Lilies bloom and surround A duckling Loving a boat ride On a hot still day #inkmine

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Monique @starfish72.bsky.social · 23/08/2026

What an incredible community. Let's focus on writing 🤗 Let's go! "She rolled the dice, hoping fate would finally deal her a winning hand." The #vss365 #prompt for August 23, 2026 is #dice

Picture of dice by Brett Jordan from Unsplash

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Jan Karlsson @jangoeswriting.bsky.social · 23/08/2026

From: ‘Soulstice’ Prompt: ‘Album’ Alt: ‘Collection’ #WiPSnips

1. Not to be confused with the similarly name ‘Laandan’, which is a real city at the centre of a very real empire that spanned the world, rather than a collection of houses, one oddly shaped pub and a mediocre palace.

2. Though the actual length of the latest era, the After Breakfast Era, was a matter of strong, often violent debate, where scholars argued almost constantly that at least one of the emperors since the inception of the era had just made up the numbers wholesale. There was probably some truth in that, considering there were still some people alive that remembered the previous era. And not the kind of people that were mostly alive. Really alive. Life, or mostly-life, on this world was quite complicated.

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DoraArtist @doraartist.bsky.social · 23/08/2026

Hi! TY for liking this post from 2025 but I suddenly noticed the 'Invalid Handle' I THINK I fixed it by including the @ in my profile. The only thing I can think of is that I accidentally removed the @ sign&prompted the error. Hopefully, this won't cause any issues down the line. Very strange.

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DoraArtist @doraartist.bsky.social · 23/08/2026

#vss365 #Kettle #towel #Razor A very last minute play on the above prompts. Working on a self-imposed deadline so not much spare time for anything else. I'll catch up with everyone soon. Thank you all for your kind, likes, reposts. I really appreciate all of u! ❤️🌼❤️ My 📸

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DoraArtist @doraartist.bsky.social · 21/08/2026

@blackboughpoetry.bsky.social for #FragmentsFriday Special thanks to @matthewWcSmith.bsky.social for hosting and to all of the wonderful poets participating and commenting. My Fragment is called Ocean Waves. #WritingCommunity #PoetryCommunity #MicroPoem

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Jan Karlsson @jangoeswriting.bsky.social · 19/08/2026

From: ‘Revna’s Conspiracy’ Prompt: ‘Anymore’ #WiPSnips

Through the door, as Bòr made his way inside the rear room, Merdiva could see someone had moved the bodies while she had become distracted by other things. Either Sha-Hadid, or Rognir, or both had followed her orders. Bòr had done nothing and still looked dazed, though it did not appear he had got himself hurt in the short skirmish. She could still feel the lingering heat of Iskrd’s healing passing deeper into muscle and skin and bone, spreading up her leg. All this time they had had a true healer in their midst and they had not known it. Unless Pallal knew and had said nothing.

But it seemed to take a toll upon the apprentice, if she could even call her that anymore. The girl sat, slumped against the wall, her breathing shallow but steady. Once again, though, Merdiva had fought but still could not consider tying her braid. In her mind, she could not see how this could count. How it could prove she deserved it. ‘Draugr-bane’ Revna had called her, but she had done only as much as the others. Less than some.

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