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Her smoky laughter faded to a moan. An owl cried out, sharp and sudden in the night, freezing her breath. For a moment, we were poised, alert to the danger of the unexpected sound. But the only real danger was being consumed by the sheer heat of our desire.
#scribtober #owl
#scribtober #owl
November 29, 2025 at 10:18 PM
Her smoky laughter faded to a moan. An owl cried out, sharp and sudden in the night, freezing her breath. For a moment, we were poised, alert to the danger of the unexpected sound. But the only real danger was being consumed by the sheer heat of our desire.
#scribtober #owl
#scribtober #owl
From the shoreline of my memories, the ones that matter, dragons emerge. They do not roar, but speak in low voices, a vibration felt more than heard. The most terrible among them is the one forged in a moment of pure, unadulterated joy, a moment now forever lost.
#vss365 #matter
#vss365 #matter
November 29, 2025 at 9:42 PM
“Don't get emotional on me.”
“Emotional,” she repeated. “We're ending our marriage, and you don't want me to be emotional?”
“That's not what I meant,” he said, offering her his hand to help her up.
And as they walked out of the empty apartment, she didn't look back.
#RetroArtPrompt #emotional
“Emotional,” she repeated. “We're ending our marriage, and you don't want me to be emotional?”
“That's not what I meant,” he said, offering her his hand to help her up.
And as they walked out of the empty apartment, she didn't look back.
#RetroArtPrompt #emotional
November 26, 2025 at 6:49 PM
“Don't get emotional on me.”
“Emotional,” she repeated. “We're ending our marriage, and you don't want me to be emotional?”
“That's not what I meant,” he said, offering her his hand to help her up.
And as they walked out of the empty apartment, she didn't look back.
#RetroArtPrompt #emotional
“Emotional,” she repeated. “We're ending our marriage, and you don't want me to be emotional?”
“That's not what I meant,” he said, offering her his hand to help her up.
And as they walked out of the empty apartment, she didn't look back.
#RetroArtPrompt #emotional
The world was a symphony of small, perfect things. He looked up at the clear sky, a moment of wonderment catching in his breath. “One less day until death. One more day to live,” he thought. And he walked on, the symphony of small things playing just for him.
#RetroArtPrompt #wonderment
#RetroArtPrompt #wonderment
November 25, 2025 at 3:30 PM
The world was a symphony of small, perfect things. He looked up at the clear sky, a moment of wonderment catching in his breath. “One less day until death. One more day to live,” he thought. And he walked on, the symphony of small things playing just for him.
#RetroArtPrompt #wonderment
#RetroArtPrompt #wonderment
Once she discovered that words could build worlds or mend hearts, she never looked back. In the middle of the night, with only her shadow for company, she wrote letters to the future, to strangers, to herself, always by hand. This is what I am: a writer, she ruminated.
#RetroArtPrompt #shadow
#RetroArtPrompt #shadow
November 24, 2025 at 3:51 PM
Once she discovered that words could build worlds or mend hearts, she never looked back. In the middle of the night, with only her shadow for company, she wrote letters to the future, to strangers, to herself, always by hand. This is what I am: a writer, she ruminated.
#RetroArtPrompt #shadow
#RetroArtPrompt #shadow
“Pat retired last year. Villa in the Algarve. Breakfast while listening to the waves. Very comfortable. Suspiciously comfortable for a civil servant,” Ed stated.
“Pat sold both of us out,” Rob said “The files were passed to the Chinese.”
“No money for us, then.”
“No. Just blame.”
#blueskyrelay #wave
“Pat sold both of us out,” Rob said “The files were passed to the Chinese.”
“No money for us, then.”
“No. Just blame.”
#blueskyrelay #wave
November 23, 2025 at 12:53 PM
“Pat retired last year. Villa in the Algarve. Breakfast while listening to the waves. Very comfortable. Suspiciously comfortable for a civil servant,” Ed stated.
“Pat sold both of us out,” Rob said “The files were passed to the Chinese.”
“No money for us, then.”
“No. Just blame.”
#blueskyrelay #wave
“Pat sold both of us out,” Rob said “The files were passed to the Chinese.”
“No money for us, then.”
“No. Just blame.”
#blueskyrelay #wave
“The building is old, doesn’t perform right.” Harold glanced at the project papers again. “It should be demolished.”
“Neither have you, some nights,” Margaret teased. “But I’d still keep you around.”
He laughed, the sound rough yet warm. “You’re a cruel woman, Margaret.”
#RetroArtPrompt #demolish
“Neither have you, some nights,” Margaret teased. “But I’d still keep you around.”
He laughed, the sound rough yet warm. “You’re a cruel woman, Margaret.”
#RetroArtPrompt #demolish
November 23, 2025 at 11:14 AM
“The building is old, doesn’t perform right.” Harold glanced at the project papers again. “It should be demolished.”
“Neither have you, some nights,” Margaret teased. “But I’d still keep you around.”
He laughed, the sound rough yet warm. “You’re a cruel woman, Margaret.”
#RetroArtPrompt #demolish
“Neither have you, some nights,” Margaret teased. “But I’d still keep you around.”
He laughed, the sound rough yet warm. “You’re a cruel woman, Margaret.”
#RetroArtPrompt #demolish
I wish you enough time to read all the books you want (yes, all that time!) and also enough time for everything else, knowing that the most important thing is being with the people we want to be with
November 22, 2025 at 10:22 PM
I wish you enough time to read all the books you want (yes, all that time!) and also enough time for everything else, knowing that the most important thing is being with the people we want to be with
Sono io che dovrei ringraziarti per le bellissime fotografie che condividi.
November 22, 2025 at 8:46 PM
Sono io che dovrei ringraziarti per le bellissime fotografie che condividi.
My pleasure, Nya.
November 22, 2025 at 8:45 PM
My pleasure, Nya.
Although it’s undeserved, thank you very much, Nya.
I’m truly very happy that you like what I write.
(Actually I get vain, and a vain elephant is dangerous because it wags its trunk like happy dogs wag their tails.)
I’m truly very happy that you like what I write.
(Actually I get vain, and a vain elephant is dangerous because it wags its trunk like happy dogs wag their tails.)
November 22, 2025 at 8:21 PM
Although it’s undeserved, thank you very much, Nya.
I’m truly very happy that you like what I write.
(Actually I get vain, and a vain elephant is dangerous because it wags its trunk like happy dogs wag their tails.)
I’m truly very happy that you like what I write.
(Actually I get vain, and a vain elephant is dangerous because it wags its trunk like happy dogs wag their tails.)
Bom fim de semana, Tânia. 😀
November 22, 2025 at 8:17 PM
Bom fim de semana, Tânia. 😀
“My God,” Volkov whispered. “You actually did it.”
“It was unfinished business,” Marcus said. “But not anymore.”
“We’ll need to move quickly. Pavel has friends in high places.”
“Had friends,” Marcus said. “Think again, Volkov. Those friends are now six feet under.”
#RetroArtPrompt #unfinished
“It was unfinished business,” Marcus said. “But not anymore.”
“We’ll need to move quickly. Pavel has friends in high places.”
“Had friends,” Marcus said. “Think again, Volkov. Those friends are now six feet under.”
#RetroArtPrompt #unfinished
November 22, 2025 at 8:15 PM
“My God,” Volkov whispered. “You actually did it.”
“It was unfinished business,” Marcus said. “But not anymore.”
“We’ll need to move quickly. Pavel has friends in high places.”
“Had friends,” Marcus said. “Think again, Volkov. Those friends are now six feet under.”
#RetroArtPrompt #unfinished
“It was unfinished business,” Marcus said. “But not anymore.”
“We’ll need to move quickly. Pavel has friends in high places.”
“Had friends,” Marcus said. “Think again, Volkov. Those friends are now six feet under.”
#RetroArtPrompt #unfinished
Parabéns, Tânia! 🎈😘
(O relógio do Robert está de parabéns!? Um TicTac bithday para ele 😄)
(O relógio do Robert está de parabéns!? Um TicTac bithday para ele 😄)
November 18, 2025 at 9:06 PM
Parabéns, Tânia! 🎈😘
(O relógio do Robert está de parabéns!? Um TicTac bithday para ele 😄)
(O relógio do Robert está de parabéns!? Um TicTac bithday para ele 😄)
It started, as these things often do, with a whisper that made me tremble. A murmur on the radio, a voice that spoke of change, of a world on the cusp. “History unfolding” they called it. A grand, sweeping narrative that led only to a tangle of broken promises and autocracy
#RetroArtPrompt #tremble
#RetroArtPrompt #tremble
November 16, 2025 at 3:34 PM
It started, as these things often do, with a whisper that made me tremble. A murmur on the radio, a voice that spoke of change, of a world on the cusp. “History unfolding” they called it. A grand, sweeping narrative that led only to a tangle of broken promises and autocracy
#RetroArtPrompt #tremble
#RetroArtPrompt #tremble
Light is not just what you see, but also who you are with. Since you’ve been gone, I live in darkness, with the weight of all the unspoken words stuck in my throat. Everything feels too vast now, and I can barely bear the weight of silence.
#RetroArtPrompt #Light
#RetroArtPrompt #Light
November 15, 2025 at 4:36 PM
Light is not just what you see, but also who you are with. Since you’ve been gone, I live in darkness, with the weight of all the unspoken words stuck in my throat. Everything feels too vast now, and I can barely bear the weight of silence.
#RetroArtPrompt #Light
#RetroArtPrompt #Light
Her fingers embroidered with skill and speed. With her hands busy, she found it easier to think. “It’s natural that you’re brainwashed,” she muttered, looking at her nephews. “Your heads are full of lies injected into you by social media and disreputable tabloids.”
#RetroArtPrompt #Natural
#RetroArtPrompt #Natural
November 14, 2025 at 10:54 PM
Her fingers embroidered with skill and speed. With her hands busy, she found it easier to think. “It’s natural that you’re brainwashed,” she muttered, looking at her nephews. “Your heads are full of lies injected into you by social media and disreputable tabloids.”
#RetroArtPrompt #Natural
#RetroArtPrompt #Natural
She thought of the future stretched out before her, a long, empty road, and she wondered how she would stay on track.
Then she took a deep breath.
The rain still fell, the wind still howled, but somewhere deep inside, a quiet voice reminded her: she had survived before.
#RetroArtPrompt #track
Then she took a deep breath.
The rain still fell, the wind still howled, but somewhere deep inside, a quiet voice reminded her: she had survived before.
#RetroArtPrompt #track
November 11, 2025 at 10:00 PM
She thought of the future stretched out before her, a long, empty road, and she wondered how she would stay on track.
Then she took a deep breath.
The rain still fell, the wind still howled, but somewhere deep inside, a quiet voice reminded her: she had survived before.
#RetroArtPrompt #track
Then she took a deep breath.
The rain still fell, the wind still howled, but somewhere deep inside, a quiet voice reminded her: she had survived before.
#RetroArtPrompt #track
Thank you, Nya. 😊
November 11, 2025 at 9:43 PM
Thank you, Nya. 😊