#vss365 Imma raise a glass To a midnight choir Before the day ahead Takes its #gamble on me If I take a left or take a right A disaster maybe, maybe no Whichever way though I’ll go Right now I don’t even know, so I’ll let the clouds form, sun shine & minutes hum until the midnights choir

✨🐉 A Storm of Dragons 🐉✨ Art by Ehko. #abstractart #ArtSky 💙🎨

It was a #gamble, but The Enemy had hit far too many cargo flotillas to take stupid chances. Dylan knew the smugglers’ routes and they wouldn’t take kindly to him bringing attention to them, but the supplies were needed. If they were lucky, this time they might get away with it. Chance. #vss365

Fire and Bloom 4-2026 Yellow to orange to red — like the whole sunset compressed into a single bloom🔥 #BicolorRose #Garden #Flower #Nature #Macro #Rose 📱

The minister was offworld again and determined to #cheat the little green fellows at the galactic casino. The dealer was waiting. "12 Phoenix," he said. "Bust, sir" was the #reply. Damn, he thought, probably shouldn't have #gambled the entire planet. And its #contents #vss365 #2wordprompt #vssmagic

🕰 Murder, Mystery, History and Time Travel 2500 pages, a singular story, a million words. Both playful and disturbing. Truly epic. #mystery #history #timetravel #KindleUnlimited 📚💙 The Tractus Fynn Mysteries www.amazon.com/dp/B00EQEH1TY

#vss365 Every tap of a letter A #gamble on words Will they hear the voice Will it matter To anyone How many pages Will I write today Will I delete them all Tomorrow When I wake up And declare them Utter nonsense An audience awaits Something more Than a blank page

He wagered on love gambler, after all. High-stakes table, impossible returns. Smitten again. Yet he sat, hollow, learning lessons in love again and again. ~rev #vss365 #gamble

#vss365 #prompt for 2 June 2026 is #gamble Bet on the ponies, throw the dice, spin the wheel of fortune—fall in love. It’s no fun to play it safe. But the choice is yours—or is it? Today’s prompt is #gamble.

Chapter I (cont’d) London, 1635 Dense fog rose from the river but didn’t mask the dismal scent of the city. Exhausted from his journey, Will sought succor at St. Stephen’s, the church led by John Davenport. It was a gamble, but Will was ready… #vss365 #gamble #WIPSnips #ready #WriteSky 💙🖋️

The #WIPSnips word for June 2nd is "ready" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Rory wasn’t one to #gamble, not in real life or the game, but the request required him to play a hand of the interminably complicated card game called ‘Roots’. He had absolutely no idea what he was doing, lost an awful lot of money and, somehow, through random chance, won. It was a mystery. #vss365

it's impossible to tell in whose favour but the dice are inevitably loaded what is reverie what is risk is too much to lose the same as too much to #gamble i close my eyes i think of your beauty i ache for you i say your name knowing you won't hear hoping somehow you might feel it #vss365

For today’s #vss365

. courageous jie geng balloon flower blooming bright gambling everything #vss365 #haiku #bloomscrolling

In a tidal wave Of animosity, love, All the more precious. #firewords280 #TidalWave #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity @artinwords.bsky.social

The colours of my dreams created by the talented Ehko. #watercolours #abstractart #ArtSky 💙🎨

✨ FANTASY SHORT STORY ✨ 🐉 a dragon (with a princess) 🗡️ a knight (with a plan) 👑 a palace (with a cruel king) 🏰 second pov 🔖 universal link: mybook.to/eJsBfU 💌 itch.io link: rebecca-crunden.itch.io/the-knight-s... 📖 goodreads: www.goodreads.com/book/show/21... [ #booksky ]

🕰 Murder, Mystery, History and Time Travel 2500 pages, a singular story, a million words. Both playful and disturbing. Truly epic. #mystery #history #timetravel #books #KindleUnlimited The Tractus Fynn Mysteries www.amazon.com/dp/B00EQEH1TY

Rainy midnight blues— Under the street lamps of old, my soul waits for you. #vss365 #midnight #haiku #writing #WriteSky 💙🖋️ #ArtSky #RainyMidnight1890 #ChildeHassam

Night after night Lily watched The Roman face Of the vicarages Long face clock Strike noon and Midnight Her questions Flying around at night Lily had Owl Upside down Poor Fox, alone On night watch Crow, Mimics Feral howling long Into the night Crow, he was cruel Some nights #vss365 #midnight

red beads under nails pressed into flesh contours behind the veil bodies intertwined searching within the mists of pleasure of #midnight tulips and muddy knees with charcoal and soot she smudges his papered walls soothes burns softens hidden pain #vss365 #rerun

Strictly speaking, there were no clocks in the game. Not clocks that worked, nor any acknowledgment of the passing of time other than it being daylight or night. So, some time around a point that could be considered #midnight, Rory had Esme awaiting the secretive contact for information. #vss365

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Chapter I William, 1635 The North suffered under the brutal reign of Charles I. Many sought refuge in the New World. Others were transported. Facing the loss of his inheritance, Will set forth to London under the guise of business for his father. He had much to consider… #WIPSnips #loss #WriteSky

The #WIPSnips words for June 1st is "loss" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts A bit from my short story, The Night Market. In it, a man grieving the death of his wife stumbles across the Night market, a magical place where most things can be bought if the price is right.

Midnight ride down the lone highway, lamps sear empty lanes, I drive. From the corner of my eye, a glimpse… full moon hangs in the distant sky. Lane splits, fate leans and conspires, pulling me toward a different turn. “Don’t leave me,” I hear a silent cry. ~rev #vss365 #midnight

The attic floor a stormy sea. Lapping trunks of velvet bones. Sunshine spills from a jar of afternoons. Bathing walls of painted silk. As night descends upon floorboard tides. It’s black birds awake at #midnight hours. To cast murmuring moonlight patterns. On each shimmering plank of wood. #vss365

She's a cosmic muse The gift of peace Dancing on the edge of midnight Her love never falters You feel it from the moonlight to the starlight She's the anchor in the nebulae No darkness could pull her light away #Bionicanadian #Vss365 #BecomingFragile

Dylan needed this more often than he liked. The Antilles was a far bigger ship than Magpie, but it felt cramped and overwhelming. Magpie was perfect and soothing. He looked out to the black, darker than #midnight, brighter than a candle, and breathed. This was where he belonged. Always. #vss365

#vss365 #prompt for 1 June 2026 is #midnight Once upon a midnight dreary…or merry, frightful, loving, sleepless perhaps? Go where your muse takes you, and take us all along.

Marek Rużyk, Polish (1965- ), The Course of Twilight, 2017, oil on canvas, private collection

Welcome to a new week of #WIPSnips! It's June! Woah! The #WIPSnips words for June 1st is "loss" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

Sad to say farewell to May… but welcome June. 🌸

#watercolorart #watercolor #abstract #abstractart #art #blueskyartshow

You don't stop to bandy metaphors when the water goddess comes calling. This is the time to embrace and explore, to taste the droplets as they cascade down beloved curves that fit your hands as if made for them. Let the heartbeats squish as the flesh collides. Beat the sound out of the ribcage lust.

"Ha," said the scabby-looking captain in the creased tunic. "Your skip is too #primitive, these warp fissures are like a #tornado. One wrong #movement and you'd #probably be inside the nearest star." "That's the idea," I said, revealing my blaster. "Now get on board." #vss365 #2wordprompt #vssmagic

Illustration by Arthur Rackham (1867-1939) Brünnhilde on Grane leaps onto the funeral pyre of Siegfried. 1911. Pen, ink, and watercolour.

Pegasus Dressed in Meteoric chains Nibbling ankles Under the shadow of Of the Olive tree Primitive pigeons With wings of lice Slicing up the skies Pegasus, she Eats her heart Longing to die. #vss365 #primitive Photo on Shutter Stock

The Enemy must consider them #primitive. They had to, otherwise why did they attack without mercy, killing everyone, destroying everything. And yet, if humans were so far below them, how had they achieved any victories at all? That question nagged at Dylan. It didn’t make sense. At all. #vss365

Stone remembers the first touch of hands. A #primitive shape we cut in the dark. Leaving trees behind Tracing shadows upon rock. Beneath the heavy weight of centuries. Ground holds its breath. Stained with soot of forgotten fires. No voices remain to speak. As dust settles upon the ground. #vss365

self-preservation is a #primitive instinct that cautioned me to stay away from you but I couldn't look away from your smile I was drawn to you like the opposite poles of magnets now I have lost the before you me forever I can be found in you #vss365

My Brain Hurts ~~~~~~~~~~~ So, I have made a covenant with peace, Have whispered to the hour not yet come, When life will finally hush and cease And grant this burning heart-mind some Soft mercy, when this transparent world has gone, And I sleep into the primitive dawn. #vss365

• primitive secrets the snap of my heart breaking free for the first time • #haiku ##vss365 #prompt #poetry

#Primitive flowers All blooming wild once again Nature resplendent #vss365 #haiku #poetry

The #WIPSnips word for May 31st is "room" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts A bit from my short story "Homecoming." In it, a soldier returns from an interstellar war to find that his subjective five years away were 70 years on Earth. This snippet is from one of the two combat scenes.

Behold, a primitive record of time and life, a guide for the uncertain heart. A sea’s mysterious travels, ancient memories of lovers tightly bound, of fragments of love, finally unwound. A reminder of shells once found on a mountainside. #vss365 #primitive #nature #writing #WriteSky 💙🖋️

Wondrous images, Primitive paintings in a Cave that time forgot. #vss365 #primitive #wondrous #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity @blackwings182.bsky.social

Are we really having the "prologues are optional, lol" discussion AGAIN? Stop. Just stop. Prologues are part of the book. The author put it there, not as an option to read, but because it's so important it got a whole category of its own.

Outside of the house with no windows or doors Four primitive walls made of stone I sit in the garden of rubble and bone I sit for my time all alone #vss365 #primitive #poetry