Night Owling
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The witch sighs while sliding under the covers. "That Erden pup is always off tune."
The wizard sleeps soundly. In the distance, a wolf howls.
November 30, 2025 at 3:01 PM
The witch sighs while sliding under the covers. "That Erden pup is always off tune."
The witch glares at the racoon from the tower window. "We talked about this Gerald. No forest band practice tonight, I am tired. If you need to practice your vocals, kindly remove yourself from my window."
The wizard sleeps soundly. A raccoon growls outside.
November 30, 2025 at 3:00 PM
The witch glares at the racoon from the tower window. "We talked about this Gerald. No forest band practice tonight, I am tired. If you need to practice your vocals, kindly remove yourself from my window."
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Know the risks. Be safe.
November 30, 2025 at 12:26 AM
Know the risks. Be safe.
Oh, how exciting, the witch exclaims as soon as they get back to the tower. I needed something to juggle.
The ex-paladin and the wizard go for a walk. The wizard picks hickory nuts and the ex-paladin carries his basket.
November 30, 2025 at 3:21 AM
Oh, how exciting, the witch exclaims as soon as they get back to the tower. I needed something to juggle.
Uh oh, they are on to me
The wizard sleeps tranquilly. Outside, an owl calls out.
November 30, 2025 at 3:18 AM
Uh oh, they are on to me
The witch lets the tomato sauce simmer.
The wizard makes sausage raviolis for lunch.
November 30, 2025 at 3:16 AM
The witch lets the tomato sauce simmer.
I don't see a problem here
November 27, 2025 at 10:53 PM
I don't see a problem here
The witch propelling her broom with fire works takes another turn around the wizards tower. "I bet he thinks I am a shooting star" she cackles.
The wizard sleeps deeply. A shooting star streaks across the sky above the tower.
November 27, 2025 at 2:21 PM
The witch propelling her broom with fire works takes another turn around the wizards tower. "I bet he thinks I am a shooting star" she cackles.
Stumbling through icy paths I run into the red hat shroom family. "Care for some tea?" I am too large to to go inside their house so I watch puffs of smoke rise out of their mushroom chimney, drinking tea out of an acorn cup. Two shroom toddlers climb on my shoe and squeal when I picked them up.
I follow my own footsteps through the drifts, bending down, scrabbling dirty snow here and there, hoping, without expectation. Finally, I stand, stretch, realize I've left the way and found virgin snow. Look up. Diamond stars twinkle on velvet darkness. Beauty in simply being. Peace fills me full.
November 27, 2025 at 2:18 PM
Stumbling through icy paths I run into the red hat shroom family. "Care for some tea?" I am too large to to go inside their house so I watch puffs of smoke rise out of their mushroom chimney, drinking tea out of an acorn cup. Two shroom toddlers climb on my shoe and squeal when I picked them up.
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Pecan pie, lemon meringue. She is learning to cook because she wants life to be sweet. Sugar sprinkled and cookie cutter. A gingerbread cottage that entices and fills. She forgets the breadcrumbs. The small savoury interactions that help us when we are lost.
#vssdaily pecan
#vss365 learning
#vssdaily pecan
#vss365 learning
November 27, 2025 at 1:49 PM
The witch rustles the leaves just right to keep him sleeping peacefully. She is tempted to throw a little thunder into the mix, just a little jump scare never hurt a wizard, she thinks, but she doesn't. The wizard smiles in his sleep. Probably dreaming of their younger days.
The wizard sleeps calmly. The wind whistles in the trees.
November 27, 2025 at 1:43 PM
The witch rustles the leaves just right to keep him sleeping peacefully. She is tempted to throw a little thunder into the mix, just a little jump scare never hurt a wizard, she thinks, but she doesn't. The wizard smiles in his sleep. Probably dreaming of their younger days.
Currently listening to
November 26, 2025 at 3:22 AM
Currently listening to
First time reading the Guardians of Ga'Hoole with @bekagremikova.bsky.social
two chapters in and I am invested
two chapters in and I am invested
Buddy reading the first Guardians of Ga’Hoole book with @2probablynever.bsky.social and 10/10 recommend. I forgot how much lore this series includes and the worldbuilding is top-notch. I strayed from MG for a while but b/w Nevermoor + this, I may be back 😂
November 26, 2025 at 3:20 AM
First time reading the Guardians of Ga'Hoole with @bekagremikova.bsky.social
two chapters in and I am invested
two chapters in and I am invested
The witch in duck form entertains herself by flying up to the wizard's shoulder and biting his ear.
The wizard is walking to town. He stops at the lake to rest his knee and feed peas to the ducks.
November 25, 2025 at 12:05 AM
The witch in duck form entertains herself by flying up to the wizard's shoulder and biting his ear.
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Bards: the cause of and solution to all of our problems
November 20, 2025 at 9:53 PM
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The witch is drinking ice tea. She doesn't know it but she inspired the love poem.
The wizard puts the groceries into the cabinets and magic ice chest and then reads a poem about love.
November 19, 2025 at 2:24 AM
The witch is drinking ice tea. She doesn't know it but she inspired the love poem.
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Her predecessor has been fleeing the house many times.
November 19, 2025 at 1:31 AM
Her predecessor has been fleeing the house many times.
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18th November, daily stitching marking the passage of time
#intuitivedailystitching #textileart #embroidery #stitchjournal
#intuitivedailystitching #textileart #embroidery #stitchjournal
November 18, 2025 at 11:47 AM
18th November, daily stitching marking the passage of time
#intuitivedailystitching #textileart #embroidery #stitchjournal
#intuitivedailystitching #textileart #embroidery #stitchjournal
My rock is mossy on one side, a miniscule shroom kingdom hidden in a crack, it's tiny queen holding court in the green meadow, her people always smiling. I was told that throwing the rock up in the air would make any wish come true, but not disturbing the queen was my first wish, so I don't.
The thing about stones is you will never find two the same. You try; searching sandy shores, mossy caves, and volcanic peaks, but there is always variation in texture, shape, gradation, and history. What are some of the jewels (literal or not) of your collection?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
November 18, 2025 at 8:25 PM
My rock is mossy on one side, a miniscule shroom kingdom hidden in a crack, it's tiny queen holding court in the green meadow, her people always smiling. I was told that throwing the rock up in the air would make any wish come true, but not disturbing the queen was my first wish, so I don't.
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17th November, daily stitching marking the passage of time
#intuitivedailystitching #textileart #embroidery #stitchjournal
#intuitivedailystitching #textileart #embroidery #stitchjournal
November 17, 2025 at 12:55 PM
17th November, daily stitching marking the passage of time
#intuitivedailystitching #textileart #embroidery #stitchjournal
#intuitivedailystitching #textileart #embroidery #stitchjournal
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Ah why not? Here's another Barn Owl picture I have taken. This beauty was flying right towards me.
#birds #birdphotography #photography #wildlifephotography #wildlife
#birds #birdphotography #photography #wildlifephotography #wildlife
November 10, 2025 at 2:47 PM
Ah why not? Here's another Barn Owl picture I have taken. This beauty was flying right towards me.
#birds #birdphotography #photography #wildlifephotography #wildlife
#birds #birdphotography #photography #wildlifephotography #wildlife
😍😍😍
Mama? - Needle felted and mixed media hanging hoop sculpture.
#art #sculpture #anthropomorphic #owl #fiberart #mobilesculpture #hangingdsculpture #ArtYear #EasyCoastKin
#art #sculpture #anthropomorphic #owl #fiberart #mobilesculpture #hangingdsculpture #ArtYear #EasyCoastKin
November 10, 2025 at 4:12 AM
😍😍😍
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She has too many names, and none at all, but most whisper 'hag' when the stories circle back to her on the darkest nights. Hair that sparks with lightning, palms as rough as runnelled willow bark. Feet that leave impressions in the hardest stone, but dance invisibly over dirt.
November 8, 2025 at 3:23 PM
She has too many names, and none at all, but most whisper 'hag' when the stories circle back to her on the darkest nights. Hair that sparks with lightning, palms as rough as runnelled willow bark. Feet that leave impressions in the hardest stone, but dance invisibly over dirt.
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Me: We have too many books.
My husband: We have inadequate shelf space.
My husband: We have inadequate shelf space.
November 8, 2025 at 12:00 AM
Me: We have too many books.
My husband: We have inadequate shelf space.
My husband: We have inadequate shelf space.