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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

I think my creativity battery is dead, so here's one from the archives: Haiku Horror Writing Prompt #1899 #touch #haikuhorrorprompt

touch me

All your dreams are desperate,
staged in black and white.
Your sleep is often restless:
you grapple with the night.

You act like you remember,
but you hold your eyes sealed shut.
Details fade and blur to gray,
concealing what they must.

Tell me what you see when your eyes are closed.
Tell me what you'll feel when your heart unfolds.
All I hear are whispers hiding from the truth.
All I taste are sour apparitions from your youth.

01/15/2025

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Name a film quote you use all the time.

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

And this is the ring that I saw which sent me down the Etsy rabbit hole:

Square Cut P*M Sterling Silver Blue And Clear Sapphire Ring size 7

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

My other “engagement” ring is a pearl solitaire that I simple adore.

Simple pearl solitaire. Vintage. Branded CNA

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

So I bought myself a “sapphire“ engagement ring.

Sterling silver plated with white gold, round-cut gem (unspecified, but a deep sapphire blue), flanked by moissanite accent chips.

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

Breakfast tacos! Black beans, green onions, and not exactly sunny side up eggs. Slightly defrosted frozen cherries, and good old fashioned coffee milk.

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 17/07/2026

Look what came in the mail today!

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 15/07/2026

I have a knife called Desire. For reals. She's great for slicing tomatoes

A knife named Desiree, gifted to my mother, from my Farfar (Swedish for "father's father."

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 24/06/2026

Dang it…I hoped there would be an image in the link-thing (sorry, there’s a word for that, and my brain won’t set it free). Here’s a picture of the deck:

Gorgeous picture of the botanical beasties deck of playing cards, with crows and hares and snakes and frogs and foxes and…

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 18/06/2026

Name a TV show you’re positive no one remembers but you:

The Young Rebels, a record of the shenanigans of a group of youthful rebels during the war of independence. I remember it as a short lived comedy, but maybe it was more of an adventure?

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 17/06/2026

If you so wish, post a picture of yourself wearing glasses…

Me, in glasses, caught between embarrassment and joy as my husband did something ridiculous at my daughter’s wedding.

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 13/06/2026

I believe this expression communicates two very important questions: why you wake me up and why you so close?

Ted, upon being woken up for a morning nap, looks at me with a confusion and a touch of disdain.

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 12/06/2026

And another screenshot...don't you love it when two of the people are on the same wavelength at the same time?

Krystara and Jenknitstoomuch loving the Korean version of a song I do not know.

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 12/06/2026

I had to take a screenshot, because I was enthralled with visual impact of these two posts lined up this way...

Lillian gazes upwards towards Jenet's gif on Homer with a cymbal playing monkey in his mind.

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 02/06/2026

No new poem today, but I will share a link to the two poems that went up on my poetry journal, as one entry. Sleepwalking and Daydreaming are working as a poetic diptych or sorts, which I'm calling "betwixt & between." a-poem-a-day.dreamwidth.org/46543.html

sleepwalking

I heard you leave,
but said nothing
as you walked down the stairs
and out the door.

I roll over,
fall asleep,
wondering
if this is the time you don't return.

2025.08.08

daydreaming

I wake,
your side of the bed empty,
but not cold.

I think I smell coffee brewing,
but no...

the kitchen is empty.

You are not there.

2025.08.08

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 01/06/2026

I dunno. I might like the “Jane partied too hard” look over the “empt-nester about to walk her dog” look.

I miss the raw beauty of feral Jane Jetson. Now, I’m just another empty-nester ready to take her dog for a walk.

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 01/06/2026

My morning bangs are saying “this is what Jane Jetson might look like if she partied too hard.” Also, this is what 60 years, 11 months, and 26 days look like without makeup, and before the allergy meds kick in.

A woman, nearly 61 years old, is strangely proud of having bangs which make her think of alternative universe version of Jane Jetson.

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 29/05/2026

And at the end of the walk is this tree, which I believe is making faces at me:

Dawn Redwood tree, per iPhone photo search. It looks like it belongs in a fairy tale forest, or perhaps the land of Oz.

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 29/05/2026

But I also took this picture, which I think is cool. I haven’t decided if these trees are lovers entwined in an eternal embrace, or if they are trying to kill each other.

Two trees entwined…is this love? Or strangulation?

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 07/05/2026

I love the Muppet Movie. I always wanted a poster of Sweetums, suitcase in hand, running across a panoramic sunset. It was one of the best shots in the movie, but they didn't make a poster of it.

Sweetums and his suitcase, running in the sunset, always one beat behind Kermit and Fozzie.

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 07/05/2026

Without stating your age, post your favorite film released the year you turned 18:

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 07/05/2026

Ha! I haven’t been employed since July 2020, my work history is weird and I don’t discuss it online very much, and I deleted my LinkedIn account years ago. I wonder what they found that was so impressive. Spam can be so entertaining.

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 05/05/2026

I've been reviewing, and in some cases revising, poems for my Dreamwidth poetry journal. Today was hard. I've written three poems for my sister Kris, and two of them came up today. This is one of them:

the pulse not there

I felt for the pulse that was not there.

Your breath, no longer labored;
your breath no longer.

I kept my hand upon your wrist
not knowing why I continued to search,
not knowing what I felt.

I sat with you
and waited
for you to be carried away
knowing you were
no longer here.

Yet you drift around us,
watching us watching you,
waiting to appear.

I wake to see you beside me
golden and beautiful
a fleeting shimmer
of your eternal beauty.

2025.10.10

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 19/04/2026

If you see this, and you feel like it, quote with a picture of you in glasses.

Me cracking up at something silly my husband was doing at my daughter’s wedding.

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 17/04/2026

Horror Writing Prompt #2159: #skin_memory #horrorprompt This one is from the archives...it just felt appropriate for the prompt.

souvenirs

Private folds of skin obscure the small red spot.
It burns.

In Braille, I work to decipher
this calling card left by another,
but I am not blind.

If, once the pain came, I could cut it to the core, find what was underneath,
then maybe I could translate it to a common language.

I could tell you what it meant.

I am compelled to analyze,
but my analysis offers you no comfort.
You want to know the softness of my body,
not the edge of my wit.

This small red spot does not repel you as it does me.
It does not compel you as it does me.

On the phone, you do not see it,
but I can examine it with an idle finger,
as we speak a strange language
of double-entendre and poorly crafted pun.
On the phone, I tell you how much I want you,
afraid of how I don't need you.

I do not carry my souvenirs in neatly labeled boxes
or in orderly photo albums.
I keep them in the occasional small red spot,
concealed by private folds of skin,
which you may not touch or examine.

I can tell you how much I could want you,
but I tell the phone, receiver gently nestled in its cradle,
how much more I would want someone to love.

1992

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 03/04/2026

This has been retitled "casualties of consecration"

casualties of consecration

sacred prostitution
has many different casualties
depending on the region.

caste and consecration
define the place and time
securing the ideals
of past to present form.

historians account
of shrines and temples practicing
sacred carnal rituals.

and so here we are
bound by our forebears
performing for gods
we have never known.

03-26-2026

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 24/03/2026

Oh, gosh! This took me back to days of the internet when we were enthralled with guinea pigs and potatoes

A guinea pig, resting on tin foile, with a pat of butter on their back.

Caption:
Day 42: The humans still think that I am a baked potato.

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 22/03/2026

What kind of fun phones did any of you actually have in the fun phone era? Growing up, we had a turquoise Ericofon. We also had a beige one. Somewhere in this house, there is a Dale Earnhardt #3 phone.

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 20/03/2026

Okay, the cast of Blackadder was a strange on my part. Here's a more traditional choice.

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 20/03/2026

Show someone who absolutely rocks a hat (that isn't Indiana Jones).

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 15/03/2026

When in done in grayscale, it's a vibe.

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 13/03/2026

If you are so inspired, espond to this with an image from a movie that always cheers you up, but don't name the movie. just share an image.

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 13/03/2026

This one is from my personal archive. When I saw the prompt, I remembered the first stanza of this poem. Definitely not horror, but it's a poem, and it's where my brain went.

2:30 am

Lying on the top bunk,
I tell you how I would beat myself as a child,
a stick to my ankle,
because I wanted to understand plaster encasing my foot.

You do not judge.

There might have been a time
when I knew how many words the Inuit have for snow;
I would search for knowledge I could not comprehend.

I tell you:
at the age of five,
I discovered that I was alone inside my skull.

Sometimes I wonder if you are real.

Lying on the top bunk,
I listen to your steady breath,
then retreat to my attic lair to bleed in silence.

2025.03.25/1996

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 04/03/2026

I'm a 4-color Bic-Click junkie.

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 04/03/2026

I am a rebel, and prefer to use one of these:

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 20/02/2026

If you see this, we IMPLORE you to post a picture from whatever device you're using without explanation

My younger daughter transforming from a maid of honor into a dryad on the dance floor.

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 17/02/2026

Horror Writing Prompt no. 2096: broken glass #horrorprompt

outcast

you take delicate steps,
avoiding the shards between
you and your purpose.
you watch the others'
blood drip from their soles
as they trod the path
of broken glass.

something hidden and strange
lifts you without kindness.
and tosses you aside
in a whirlwind of chaos.

and those with bloody feet
watch with eyes
that have no souls.

02-17-2026

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 17/02/2026

An example of our glorious Universe doing beautiful things on planet Earth. Just wow. i0.wp.com/mossandfog.c...

An absolutely stunning long exposure shot captured a meteor streaking directly toward the mouth of the active volcano.

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 18/12/2025

And another from the archives, this one from the college years:

the fire

Disembodied hands reach for the sky
in the deepest of the dark jungle.

Banshee dance, devouring the fear
of the lost little body – all alone.

Apollo’s chariot flames,
touching my soul with fire.

I sit in the hot humidity,

Waiting.

Banshee scream,
devouring my patience.

Waiting.

I stand alone.

1986

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 18/12/2025

A daily word prompt meant to inspire any type of creativity. Tag your post: #whistpr Word for December 18, 2025: #FIRE from the recent archive:

water, fire, moon

My words are water
being poured
over someone else's moon.

I wash their quiet
with crashing waves
they do not need.

When I am moon,
you are fire
and I swallow your flames
and then drink the ocean
to quench my thirst.

And my words turn to water once more.

2025.06.26

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 16/12/2025

As seen on Facebook... lifted from @colleenrandolph.bsky.social, who shared it via Midnight Rose Emporium.

A close-up image of Amanita muscaria (red-capped mushrooms with white spots), commonly known as the fly agaric or fly amanita,, overlayed with the following text:

Me: So why mushrooms as portals?

Fairies: Look man, even we don't mess with mushrooms alright? Sometimes they open up a portal to the human world and it's just best to not question it.

Me: So wait. You don't the fairy circles?

Fairy: No. Mushrooms decide.

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 10/12/2025

Okey dokey...here you go! Me, being equally entertained and embarrassed:

Me, laughing and almost hiding my face with my hand as I balance entertainment and embarrassment in reaction to my husband's questionable but silly behavior.

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 04/12/2025

Check out your 2025 top posts via @anisota.net anisota.net/harvest

Top 2 Posts of 2025:

1. This reminds me of one of the cavern tours I went on with my kids. It was either Grand or Endless, both in VA. The guide actually named the bats. He was waiting for one to return and was worried that he wouldn't due to an illness that was killing the bats.

Best tour of all time.

2. You can pry the Oxford comma from my cold, dead hands.

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 04/12/2025

Courtesy of anisota.net/harvest/

Bubble chart visualization showing accounts you interacted with, sized by total interactions across all engagement types in 2025. Top interacted accounts: @natania.bsky.social, @toomanymouths.bsky.social, @scalzi.com, @jenetallday.bsky.social, @skulleigh.com (from Anisota's Annual Bluesky Harvest)

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 04/12/2025

My most-used words in 2025 were: 1. "apoemaday" (238×) 2. "universe" (169×) 3. "poem" (121×) 4. "reminder" (110×) 5. "vast" (100×) I also talk about my brain quite a bit, I see. See which words you used the most here: anisota.net/harvest

Word cloud visualization for 2025 showing your 50 most-used words, sized by frequency. Top 10: "apoemaday" (238×), "universe" (169×), "poem" (121×), "reminder" (110×), "vast" (100×), "brain" (92×), "regular" (90×), "wondrous" (82×), "prompt" (73×), "remember" (73×) (from Anisota's Annual Bluesky Harvest)

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 04/12/2025

A daily word prompt meant to inspire any type of creativity. Tag your post: #whistpr Word for December 3, 2025: #SNAIL Slugs make me recoil But if they don homes of shell I love a dear snail. 12-03-2025 Bonus artwork courtesy of three-year-old Jenny

A multicolored, avant-garde snail created by my daughter Jenny in MS Paint circa 2000.

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Mary and her Typos @msamios.bsky.social · 01/12/2025

A daily word prompt meant to inspire any type of creativity. #whistpr Word for November 30, 2025: #HOME The poem is from 1984 (originally 1982, I believe, as I first drafted it in high school). The border, however, took me all afternoon to figure out how to get the tiling and layer to cooperate.

the door home
Unwritten,
the words grow in beauty
untainted by man’s hand.

The child’s voice speaks of magic;
his eyes witness the soul of the Gods.

And his questions go unanswered.

His tongue is not like ours,
his language…not our words.

We try to reach back,
become the enchantment.
We dream and ponder while

the child plays in the backyard.
the tunnel behind the bushes is
the door home.

1984

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