Bethany Samaddar
@blsamaddar.bsky.social
#Writer #poetry #flashfiction Debut novel coming soon. Fan of coffee, kindness, musicals, salty air, chocolate & peanut butter (together, of course). Optimist, mom, wife.
#WritingCommunity #vss365
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Rory wasn’t one for putting too much emphasis on the statistics of a character, analysing critical probabilities and damage points.
He just did things and if they made monsters die faster, great! He didn’t pay attention to a #number unless it was bigger than what he already had in the stat.
#vss365
He just did things and if they made monsters die faster, great! He didn’t pay attention to a #number unless it was bigger than what he already had in the stat.
#vss365
November 13, 2025 at 9:27 AM
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The only thing that concerned Dylan was whether The Enemy or his ‘navy’ had the greater #number of ships. The Enemy weren’t that much more advanced, or that much better at fighting. It came down to pluck and spirit and who had more shooty things.
They seemed unending, though. Too many.
#vss365
They seemed unending, though. Too many.
#vss365
November 13, 2025 at 9:29 AM
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wistful promenade
beneath trees stripped of their mask
lushness lost to fall
#DailyHaikuPrompt #mask #lost #haiku #blueskypoets #nature #photography
beneath trees stripped of their mask
lushness lost to fall
#DailyHaikuPrompt #mask #lost #haiku #blueskypoets #nature #photography
November 12, 2025 at 6:47 PM
wistful promenade
beneath trees stripped of their mask
lushness lost to fall
#DailyHaikuPrompt #mask #lost #haiku #blueskypoets #nature #photography
beneath trees stripped of their mask
lushness lost to fall
#DailyHaikuPrompt #mask #lost #haiku #blueskypoets #nature #photography
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Kaya is a spiritual person, as is my foster mother. I respect their beliefs, but those are just #myth-s for
me. They believe in a supreme deity, but if such an entity exists, how can it allow the atrocities I have witnessed?
No. Only I am in charge of my destiny.
#vss365
#Montor
me. They believe in a supreme deity, but if such an entity exists, how can it allow the atrocities I have witnessed?
No. Only I am in charge of my destiny.
#vss365
#Montor
November 12, 2025 at 3:04 PM
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In a world fascinated with #myth and legend, Devilsclaw was a wonder. It managed to be a home and headquarters of fantasy and fierceness. Vampires, werecreatures, faeries, gods, naiads, dryads, witches, warlocks, seers, warriors, elementals, cosmic aliens, and more were neighbors.
#vss365
#sff
#vss365
#sff
November 12, 2025 at 3:28 PM
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Legend had it if a couple were still happily married on their golden wedding anniversary, fairies would appear.
6 of them rocked up at Jim & Marg’s do.
“Oh! I thought it was a #myth!” I said.
“It is,” whispered a fairy. “They’re miserable as ****, but we love a party!” #vss365
6 of them rocked up at Jim & Marg’s do.
“Oh! I thought it was a #myth!” I said.
“It is,” whispered a fairy. “They’re miserable as ****, but we love a party!” #vss365
a black and white photo of a group of women dancing in a circle in a field .
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November 12, 2025 at 3:31 PM
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The spine-chilling legend of the Ebony Ironwood hid well the secret at its ancient heart. Dark elves dwelled peaceably with wood nymph, protecting the forest, keeping strangers away with sinister #myth and magic. It was a haven for scholars and learning that Cornon couldn’t wait to leave.
#vss365
#vss365
November 12, 2025 at 7:56 PM
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Steve Myth. Mr S Myth. Or so he said. But I don't believe he ever existed. That he was real. You're just a Myth, I'd say. He'd laugh. Nobody'd hear him but me. We'd wander together on bus n train. I'd talk. He'd listen. We'd laugh. Other's'd think us mad. He's just a #Myth, I'd say.
#vss365
#vss365
November 12, 2025 at 10:29 PM
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"I'm sick of dis erasure!" Riz protested.
"What erasure?" I stupidly asked.
"Da erasure of all da #myths bout me! I 'ad all sorts of cultures talkin bout me!"
"I think some of the Fae told me some of them, weren't they all bad?"
"Publicity is publicity!"
#vss365 #riztherogue
"What erasure?" I stupidly asked.
"Da erasure of all da #myths bout me! I 'ad all sorts of cultures talkin bout me!"
"I think some of the Fae told me some of them, weren't they all bad?"
"Publicity is publicity!"
#vss365 #riztherogue
November 12, 2025 at 11:32 PM
"I'm sick of dis erasure!" Riz protested.
"What erasure?" I stupidly asked.
"Da erasure of all da #myths bout me! I 'ad all sorts of cultures talkin bout me!"
"I think some of the Fae told me some of them, weren't they all bad?"
"Publicity is publicity!"
#vss365 #riztherogue
"What erasure?" I stupidly asked.
"Da erasure of all da #myths bout me! I 'ad all sorts of cultures talkin bout me!"
"I think some of the Fae told me some of them, weren't they all bad?"
"Publicity is publicity!"
#vss365 #riztherogue
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I believe no myth
but I get lost in stories
they are the art of the teacher
and yet life itself
is a story
does it mean
there must be a Teacher?
I cannot guess Their nature
unless nature is the teacher
and so I shall study the sky
and all that is under
we are stories
nested in stories
#vss365
but I get lost in stories
they are the art of the teacher
and yet life itself
is a story
does it mean
there must be a Teacher?
I cannot guess Their nature
unless nature is the teacher
and so I shall study the sky
and all that is under
we are stories
nested in stories
#vss365
November 13, 2025 at 4:25 AM
I believe no myth
but I get lost in stories
they are the art of the teacher
and yet life itself
is a story
does it mean
there must be a Teacher?
I cannot guess Their nature
unless nature is the teacher
and so I shall study the sky
and all that is under
we are stories
nested in stories
#vss365
but I get lost in stories
they are the art of the teacher
and yet life itself
is a story
does it mean
there must be a Teacher?
I cannot guess Their nature
unless nature is the teacher
and so I shall study the sky
and all that is under
we are stories
nested in stories
#vss365
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Slipping through a door,
she chases light,
reprieve from the shadowscape within.
The air beyond is still,
neither warm nor cold,
sighing in moonlight not meant for her
She traces “sorry” on a hidden #measure of skin,
returning to her starless sleep.
There, among her shadows, she is home.
#vss365
she chases light,
reprieve from the shadowscape within.
The air beyond is still,
neither warm nor cold,
sighing in moonlight not meant for her
She traces “sorry” on a hidden #measure of skin,
returning to her starless sleep.
There, among her shadows, she is home.
#vss365
November 11, 2025 at 9:43 PM
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#vss365 #prompt
Good morning.
#November11th is the day we remember with gratitude the immeasurable numbers of people who died fighting fascism. We vowed it would never happen again - but here it is. I pray it doesn't prevail.
Today's word is #measure
Good morning.
#November11th is the day we remember with gratitude the immeasurable numbers of people who died fighting fascism. We vowed it would never happen again - but here it is. I pray it doesn't prevail.
Today's word is #measure
a butterfly flies over a field of red flowers at sunset
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November 11, 2025 at 8:48 AM
#vss365 #prompt
Good morning.
#November11th is the day we remember with gratitude the immeasurable numbers of people who died fighting fascism. We vowed it would never happen again - but here it is. I pray it doesn't prevail.
Today's word is #measure
Good morning.
#November11th is the day we remember with gratitude the immeasurable numbers of people who died fighting fascism. We vowed it would never happen again - but here it is. I pray it doesn't prevail.
Today's word is #measure
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It was a moment of clarity, an epiphany. He believed the measured distance of fragments of time would enable him to travel to the past & into the future. He began to assemble the necessary writings & mathematics for the job but fell dead from excitement. #vss365 #vsstimetravel
November 11, 2025 at 9:23 PM
It was a moment of clarity, an epiphany. He believed the measured distance of fragments of time would enable him to travel to the past & into the future. He began to assemble the necessary writings & mathematics for the job but fell dead from excitement. #vss365 #vsstimetravel
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The treasures secured at a very young age was too immense for Mary.
Be it Wisdom, #Honour, Pride, Glory, Wealth, Name and Fame
But for more than a decade pirates went absconded stealing all these golden valuables without #measures
Indeed it was "GOD'S GIFT" and Future !!!
#vss365
#Bravewrite
Be it Wisdom, #Honour, Pride, Glory, Wealth, Name and Fame
But for more than a decade pirates went absconded stealing all these golden valuables without #measures
Indeed it was "GOD'S GIFT" and Future !!!
#vss365
#Bravewrite
November 11, 2025 at 9:54 AM
The treasures secured at a very young age was too immense for Mary.
Be it Wisdom, #Honour, Pride, Glory, Wealth, Name and Fame
But for more than a decade pirates went absconded stealing all these golden valuables without #measures
Indeed it was "GOD'S GIFT" and Future !!!
#vss365
#Bravewrite
Be it Wisdom, #Honour, Pride, Glory, Wealth, Name and Fame
But for more than a decade pirates went absconded stealing all these golden valuables without #measures
Indeed it was "GOD'S GIFT" and Future !!!
#vss365
#Bravewrite
Slipping through a door,
she chases light,
reprieve from the shadowscape within.
The air beyond is still,
neither warm nor cold,
sighing in moonlight not meant for her
She traces “sorry” on a hidden #measure of skin,
returning to her starless sleep.
There, among her shadows, she is home.
#vss365
she chases light,
reprieve from the shadowscape within.
The air beyond is still,
neither warm nor cold,
sighing in moonlight not meant for her
She traces “sorry” on a hidden #measure of skin,
returning to her starless sleep.
There, among her shadows, she is home.
#vss365
November 11, 2025 at 9:43 PM
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She began each day at the library smiling at the books and felt convinced they smiled back. The shelves held works of great #literature by long gone authors, brightly illustrated children’s books, well read crime novels, spicy fantasy stories. Life was here between the pages. She was home. #vss365
November 10, 2025 at 8:21 AM
She began each day at the library smiling at the books and felt convinced they smiled back. The shelves held works of great #literature by long gone authors, brightly illustrated children’s books, well read crime novels, spicy fantasy stories. Life was here between the pages. She was home. #vss365
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Bits and pieces
Of #literature
Inked on my skin
A reminder of your kind
From folklores and rainy day tales
Scrolls of scripture some a prayer
Affirmations and musings
Goosebumps read like braille
Feelings that look better
Dressed up as words
#vss365 #pic Pinterest
Of #literature
Inked on my skin
A reminder of your kind
From folklores and rainy day tales
Scrolls of scripture some a prayer
Affirmations and musings
Goosebumps read like braille
Feelings that look better
Dressed up as words
#vss365 #pic Pinterest
November 10, 2025 at 1:54 PM
Bits and pieces
Of #literature
Inked on my skin
A reminder of your kind
From folklores and rainy day tales
Scrolls of scripture some a prayer
Affirmations and musings
Goosebumps read like braille
Feelings that look better
Dressed up as words
#vss365 #pic Pinterest
Of #literature
Inked on my skin
A reminder of your kind
From folklores and rainy day tales
Scrolls of scripture some a prayer
Affirmations and musings
Goosebumps read like braille
Feelings that look better
Dressed up as words
#vss365 #pic Pinterest
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you take
but don't really look
like literature
passed out on the street
maybe one day
my eyes will be
something you want to meet
looking at each other
used to be a pastime
now we just pass
I'm in bed and I don't know
where you are
it's night
we should be looking
at stars
#vss365
but don't really look
like literature
passed out on the street
maybe one day
my eyes will be
something you want to meet
looking at each other
used to be a pastime
now we just pass
I'm in bed and I don't know
where you are
it's night
we should be looking
at stars
#vss365
November 11, 2025 at 3:47 AM
you take
but don't really look
like literature
passed out on the street
maybe one day
my eyes will be
something you want to meet
looking at each other
used to be a pastime
now we just pass
I'm in bed and I don't know
where you are
it's night
we should be looking
at stars
#vss365
but don't really look
like literature
passed out on the street
maybe one day
my eyes will be
something you want to meet
looking at each other
used to be a pastime
now we just pass
I'm in bed and I don't know
where you are
it's night
we should be looking
at stars
#vss365
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November 10, 2025 at 6:28 PM