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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

And to my son, I give my life. I make this #bequest because you are not living yours. Enjoy the kids chasing fireflies. Enjoy the tantrums and teenage rebellion. Enjoy the cozy home and constant repairs. Enjoy the marriage, every feud and forgiveness. Enjoy the worry; it comes from love. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

I can’t do a split but I can make you believe I can do a split thanks to camera angles and strategically placed ropes. ✨magic✨ #aerialdance

Woman hanging upside down in faux split from trapeze bar

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

After the funeral, I chuck the dead flowers and climb the attic stairs. Here lies my #renounced childhood, covered in dust. I hug teddy bears, spin hula hoops, braid dolls' hair, win all the marbles, until I hear Ma call, "Dinner time!" I descend, ten again, my family alive. One last meal. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

"You look amazing!" "I gave up sugar. And dairy, gluten, FODMAPs, carbs—" "Oh, the carnivore diet?" I prefer predator, but tomato, tomatoe. "Marie looks pale." "She's gone vegan. Meat is murder now." I close in, smell her fear, her rabbity blood; my #hunger roars. Grass-fed. Free range. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

She waves off the penultimate flight vanishing into the clouds. So many teary farewells and homecomings at these gates. She's never ascended—too afraid to fly. But life has gotten lonely; she longs for her people on the other side. The gates open. Wings spread, she #embarks on her next life. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

I was born on a dark and #stormy night, a chip off the old block. I grew like a weed, but I couldn't keep my nose to the grindstone. Ended up in a jazz club, where I played to the beat of my own drum. But the owner was robbing Peter to pay Paul; I got in too deep. Curiosity killed this cat. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

"I can get rid of the spiders," the exterminator boasts. I send him away. Why would I kill such #marvels of engineering? I tickle their ickle legs as they weave webs of autumn light around my house. The trees thin and shake with cold, but my golden arachnid fleece keeps me warm all winter. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

Honk! Honk! Ssss! In his former life, he'd been a celebrity gourmand, #eloquently extoling the richness of foie gras, the tenderness of whale meat. Turning him fowl had ruffled his feathers but hadn't shut him up. Honk! I feed him more corn. Christmas nears. Soon, his goose will be cooked. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 11/09/2026

In her new dress, Mary Janes and a gap-toothed grin, she giggles over chocolate bunnies and jelly beans. When the egg hunt ends, she slips back to the pond, dark as a tomb. Washes off her #naivete but keeps the joy. Then the wizened crone curls into a hollow tree to sleep until next Easter. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

Can't sleep. Never could on a full moon. #Moonglade slithers across the swamp, but I wait on the dock, let the skeeters drink their fill. Silver light nips at my toes, swallows me whole. Not a bark, not a hair, not a claw. I'm tamed. I run home through the woods, a howl stuck in my throat. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 03/09/2026

Down the hatch.The grey sludge slithers down her throat, sends iron into her veins. She floats down, feet on the ground, solid as a brick house. No one walks through her; they listen when she speaks. The #elixir wears off by quitting time. But every day, she becomes more stone, less soul. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

Mom, Dad, Gran, Gramps, Auntie, even Uncle Joe came. "It's been ages. I've missed you." "Happy Birthday! Make a wish!" The lights go out. Her family shuts off. Circuit overload. The CPU fans whir like the ventilators that couldn't keep them alive. She hugs the #console, presses reboot. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

"You're such an #empathetic listener. Not like my ex. He never—" "I'm sorry. Our time is up." "No, wait!" She swipes her card again. My timer resets, 59:59. No bathroom breaks. No lunch. No rest. But no one hears me. I roll my stiff neck, smile into the camera's leering lens. "Tell me more." #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 26/08/2026

Mom packs everything. My Lisa Frank bedsheets, Spice Girls CDs, my old iMac. "Don't worry about me," she says. "Change is good." The new girl puts up fairy lights and K-Pop #posters, but only stares at her phone. I miss Mom. She took my childhood with her, but left my teenage ghost behind. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 25/08/2026

I know the type: Blushing, mumbling, shoulders hunched from failure. "The VIP package?" "Uh, I—if it's not too much trouble." Rest while we #sponge away scarlet humiliation, scrub inhibitions off your gyri and sulci. Inject more ego, remove common sense. Dress it in a suit. Ready to rule. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 24/08/2026

He flies higher every day, not floating back until dinner or even later, dreaming of new lands, like his father. Time to let go. She helps him pack, map the route, looses the #cords tethering his balloon. He's a speck on the horizon, a shooting star. She's Polaris, steady, pointing to home. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 23/08/2026

Puree it into tomato sauce. #Dice it up for stir-fry. Fry it up, call it "chicken," hide it in a taco. Spoiled, his dad says. "When I was your age, I ate whatever was in front of me." "Not hungry." He'll become his parents one day. But not yet. Mom scrapes the leftover brains into the bin. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 22/08/2026

No more tears or tangles. She's learned to tame, even love her wild hair. Unwinding each coil, she bathes in lukewarm water, dries her tresses with her softest #towel. Feeds each serpentine strand an egg, a baby mouse, then falls asleep in the sun, sweet hissing in her ear. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 18/08/2026

Slimy strands clog the shower drain. Furry tumbleweeds roll and knot around her toes. He shaves twice a day. Still, his beard grows. His ma used her hair to escape a tower, but she has a better idea. Wash, #comb, spin, knit. Her designer "cashmere" sweaters buy them an entire castle. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 18/08/2026

She keeps her heart in a #matchbox, waits for a spark. A high school crush flickers, dies. Her first love burns too hot, singeing her. Her college boyfriend throws off weak light and no warmth. Date after date, flame after flame. One match left. “Happy Birthday. What did you wish for?” You. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 16/08/2026

With my job, I can work from anywhere. But I try to visit the office once a month, so they don't forget me. "Where's Rob?" "He works #remote now." "Y'all I'm right here for the all hands meeting—hey, I want a donut too. Hello?" On mute. Forever. I can work from anywhere. Even the afterlife. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 15/08/2026

I toss Jack's memoir into the fire. Giant Killer? More like Giant Fraud. Invasive bean stalks crowd our sky, kill our crops of storms; our brawny children starve and shrink. But his latest #shrewd scheme will not stand. Data centers in the clouds? Call Zephyrus. Let him blow them all away. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 12/08/2026

Work, school, soccer, ballet, meals to cook, tantrums to stop, hurts to kiss. Outside, her garden lies #fallow. She dips her pruned hands back in the dishwater. No time to grow now. One day, when the work is over, the children are gone and the world has forgotten her, then she'll bloom. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 10/08/2026

She loves her new family. But there are seven beds to make, seven sets of clothes to wash, seven dinners, seven lives to #toil over for seven days a week. "Late shift today," they say, off to the mines. Finally, a rest. A beggar woman calls, "Apples for sale!" Girl dinner, and then a nap. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 05/08/2026

The first time the world ended, work was #chaos. Customers cried, swore, stole milk, bread, booze. Why stop them? We'd be dead soon. False alarm. A second, a third, a tenth apocalypse. Frogs, flies, locusts. I price canned #fruit in the dark while others rise to heaven. Essential, I am. #vss365

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Gabino Iglesias @gabino.bsky.social · 03/08/2026

Monthly reminder: Many people have a book in them, but it takes a special kind of freak to leave the Land of Laziness, cross the Plains of Procrastination and Insecurity Mountain, find the Blade of No One Made You Do This, and use it to cut your chest open and yank that book out.

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 03/08/2026

Ain't nothing wrong with the market. I paid cash for my home last spring. Took five months to #tend it, three to make it livable. Sweat equity. Now I've got two more on the vine, titian beauties, ready for the fall. New home buyers want a fairy godmother, but you gotta carve out a living. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 02/08/2026

"No more experiments. You'll be normal, make new friends." Ma boarded up my basement lab, but she couldn't take away the endless #temptations of science. In bio lab, I stitch together frog guts and fetal pigs, shock my #creations to life, take over the school. See Ma? I made new friends. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 28/07/2026

"...and I said, we'll build our castle at the #summit, where I may survey my entire kingdom." Father loves this story, but I'm so lonely at the top. At night, I #descend the throne, guitar in hand. Meet my ogre bandmates at the pub to play Britney covers for roaring crowds. A pop princess. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 26/07/2026

I heard it only once. A soft #cadence, a sharp hook. La, la-la, laaaa, lala. I hum. I cannot stop. Brain scans reveal the earwyrm curling round and round, growing fat on my gray matter. Music starves out speech, motion, breath. I waste away, singing my funeral dirge. La, la-la, laaaa, lala. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 25/07/2026

I hear men's whispers. "Pretty young thing, not too much upstairs. But you don't need your wife to think, do ya?" I don't think as I #ascend the attic steps, #shift the bookcase. Not much upstairs, except an eight-legged hunger. I toss Suitor No. 9 into the widow's web and keep his diamond. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 23/07/2026

After the bank takes the farm, I watch the sky until the cyclone comes and ride the #tailwind. I follow the sallow #road, past dead witches and withered fields. Greed has feasted here too. But I find my friends: a tin knight, a lion, a straw man. We make our own magic, follow new rainbows. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 23/07/2026

Good on Dave Eggers. If OpenAI employees expected any author/artist/creator to fawn over them, they've clearly been spending too much time on ChatGPT.

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 21/07/2026

The other dancers pirouette like swans around an ostrich as I #turn, flail, fall. Madame raps her cane. "Oh, Marie. Sit down." I will learn. That night, I drive an axle through my silk shoes, sinew and bone into the dance floor. Find my #balance on bloody toes—and spin! Finally, a ballerina. #vss365

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Rachel Nel @redsaid1.bsky.social · 19/07/2026

I sprint outside as it cascades down, empty jar aloft. When my mom and I left our hot homeland, I'd promised to send my cousins a snowflake. #vss365 #vss #sprint

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 19/07/2026

It isn't fair. No matter how hard I pump my legs, swing higher, build #momentum and leap to heaven—I'll never fly like my brother. He floats above my head. "Can't catch me!" "Who are you talking to, Amy?" "No one." I wave at his ghost and #sprint to dinner. We'll play again tomorrow. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 17/07/2026

Breathe out. Breathe in no more. Time to #depart. But my new wings are weak. A fierce #headwind slams me to earth. Then deeper. No! I'm a good person, please, I tried— The wind tumbles me sideways, down the hall, ass over elbows, into a tiny, moist body. "It's a girl!" Time to start over. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 15/07/2026

"Big crowd out there." I yank the curtains closed. "The audience is—" "You recall I said to #conquer your fear of public speaking, imagine everyone naked? Now you don't have to! Nudists—very welcoming. You should lose your clothes too. Don't want it to be awkward." Time to get a new agent. #vss365

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Brooksie C. Fontaine @brooksiesbooks.bsky.social · 13/07/2026

The day she fell in love, the world turned lavender. Pink had been for crushes, at least for her. This was how she knew it was real, the #unabashed purple sunset, lilac and rose in the air. This color soothed and titillated her. She felt it in her chest. Meant to last. #vss365

Violet Venus on a dark purple swan with doves and white roses.

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 14/07/2026

We just clicked. Science, not #unabashed lust, drew us together. Copper and iron, a flip of a switch. I couldn't avoid the #magnetism of his #embrace any more than I could stop gravity. But love is a #patient swindler. The experiment over, electricity gone, I still missed his hand in mine. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 13/07/2026

Me: I don't know if I feel like writing today. DA POPE:

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 11/07/2026

She sweeps up the petals, pours the flat champagne down the sink. In a week, he'll ask a new woman, "Will you have this #rose?" and stupidly, she'll say yes. He must have a dozen wives now, locked in the lap of luxury while she scrubs toilets. Only the governess said no and ran. Smart girl. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 10/07/2026

"At the bottom of the ball pit, there's a door to hell." Of course, hell is in a FunZone. Bright lights, no windows, the musty odors of dirty socks, cheap pizza and pee. #Frolicking children scream just like demons. Dante dives into the clicking plastic orbs, hand and heart seeking Beatrice. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 09/07/2026

#Revealing a coin in her ear used to make her giggle. Scarves from a sleeve, a rabbit in a hat—"How did you do that?" Nothing impresses her now. All tricks earn a snort of #defiance. "I'm not a kid anymore." One day, he'll disappear and she'll wish she learned the magic to bring him back. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 07/07/2026

"Can Snow come out to play?" "No." A #supercilious slam of the door. The other kids call Mama a witch. They don't see how she shivers in our sub-zero home, #tenderly feeding me ice chips. When I #swoon from the sun, she tucks my melting body into the freezer. "Sorry, love. Summer's here." #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 03/07/2026

A #stunning burst of brilliant heat, the stars rush up to meet me. Baby, I'm a firework. Below, patriots cheer, kids scream, dogs cower. More screams. Sirens, flashing lights. Entrails in the trees. Shoot me out of a cannon, I wrote in my will. I should have added: Make sure I'm dead first. #vss365

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Sara @spauffwrites.bsky.social · 02/07/2026

"To Mallory, I leave my diamonds. To Felicity, I leave my jewelry box." Cackling, Mal grabs the jewels. "Guess you weren't Mom's favorite after all. Have a nice life." Alone, I #appraise the box. A false bottom hides the estate deed. I wonder when Mal will discover the diamonds are glass. #vss365

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