#vss365 enthusiast
My writing: leezanello.com
Young love lost, found, bonfires, cheap guitars, promises meant to #last.
Colicky kids, the cabin, the Grand Canyon.
Grandkids, hands held, fireplace nights.
And then only the beep of the machine.
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Overall #health was good, but his personal trainer was worried about the sharper angles forming around his shoulders, trapezius muscles becoming trapezoids.
Too much stress.
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Peeking around the edges of my frame, shivering in the light, #learning what life is like beyond where it’s meant to be.
I’m encouraging, stepping to the side slowly, crouching, giving it space to grow, just like I would with a child, if I could have one.
#vss365
She looked everywhere: the toaster, the kitchen tap, her phone, turned off.
“Where did you last see it?” Pat asked.
Renata thought. The powder room at the auto body repair shop!
Sure enough, there she was.
With sad smiles, they both said “sorry”.
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She looked everywhere: the toaster, the kitchen tap, her phone, turned off.
“Where did you last see it?” Pat asked.
Renata thought. The powder room at the auto body repair shop!
Sure enough, there she was.
With sad smiles, they both said “sorry”.
#vss365
Looking forward to daily prompt writing and reading resuming tomorrow.
leezanello.com/still/
Looking forward to daily prompt writing and reading resuming tomorrow.
leezanello.com/still/
“I’ll get back into my routines for sure when I get home,” I said. “Morning #vss365 writing to get the day started right!”
It lasted one day.
Now the #reality of life has settled back in, and here I am at 3:00 pm wolfing down a cracker and barely getting a write done.
First vs. last morning on the patio.
It’s been a good week.
#vss365
First vs. last morning on the patio.
It’s been a good week.
#vss365
We used to value knowledge; now, the stupid have taken over.
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She spits out every syllable. We’ve chosen third period lunch for maximum viewership and the crowd oohs.
Later, near the old lockers, we hug in private.
“She’ll say yes,” she reassures me.
“So will Ben,” I reply.
We aren’t great together, but we make a good team.
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The hero passes into #myth and, while it still holds true that the journey is more important than the destination, it’s the latter that inspires new journeys to begin.
#vss365
#vss365
Notebooks and hard drives full of manuscripts missing one common ingredient: the grit and determination of the author to seek publication.
#vss365
Notebooks and hard drives full of manuscripts missing one common ingredient: the grit and determination of the author to seek publication.
#vss365
They studied our #history and found mercy inefficient. In every #language they redrew #geography and rewrote #law to punish memory.
Now, in the ruins of our #domestic shelters, buckling under obedience, we quote quietly the once #famous line, “This too shall pass.”
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I tell myself that everyone else is a natural, everyone else belongs.
When they turn to greet me, every face is mine, some older, some younger.
The one closest to me grins slowly and whispers, “We’ve been waiting for you to remember which one you are.”
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I see your avarice, your hunger, your yearning for more than I’ve been able to give.
What you seek from others won’t fill the emptiness in your chest that cries out, keeping you awake.
You’re in costume, but I see you.
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I see your avarice, your hunger, your yearning for more than I’ve been able to give.
What you seek from others won’t fill the emptiness in your chest that cries out, keeping you awake.
You’re in costume, but I see you.
#vss365
The instruments hummed, then screamed piercing obscenities.
She realized too late the light wasn’t shining on the subject, it 𝘸𝘢𝘴 the subject.
#vss365
The instruments hummed, then screamed piercing obscenities.
She realized too late the light wasn’t shining on the subject, it 𝘸𝘢𝘴 the subject.
#vss365
Her solar cells barely caught the newborn light; each step through the dust was memory, mission, and goodbye.
When the sun fully broke, she bowed, then went still forever.
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The shadows on the walls lean closer, listening, waiting as I face my biggest fear.
The front doorstep, and what lies beyond.
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Maybe this was the place he had come from, where his creators, and the creators before them, had flourished.
The #martian looked at the dead planet around him and imagined life. Imagined humanity.
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Kent stood in the nude and squinted through his binoculars, under the misconception he was the only person on the lake who had them.
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