They found the #bones out in the desert. Not a single skeleton, but hundreds of human remains. Rumors sprung up about cartel murders, alien conspiracies, cultist rituals. In the end the local sheriff traced it all to a shifty mortician. But that was so prosaic no one wanted to believe it. #vss365

Finishing my wash and shave, I watched Sophie style her hair, select clothes and apply foundation to minimize her visible scars. She had the same kind of focus I had seen in Marines preparing for a mission. #WIPSnips #skywrite #amquerying

#Bones of the living become bones of the dead. Sometimes buried, sometimes chewed, others just forgotten. Where are you bones? Let's #write. #flashfiction #vss365 #promptshare

The visitor was #pale, like a solid ghost without invitation. It sat down for tea, which Jeremy served without thinking. After pouring it, though,, he said, "Oh you shouldn't drink that." The pale visitor only responded, "Oh, I'm here for the poison. Not the tea." #vss365 #flashfiction #skywrite

Lacking in color, deficient in intensity, to enlose. What's your #pale? Let's #write. #vss365 #promptshare #flashfiction

The #blood of the ancestors drips from the halls we walk, betrayed by more than the dragon that stalked these halls, but by the broken oath of those that slew him. Now brother falls upon brother to stand upon its hoard and claim the Hall as their own, and the dead gods laugh. #vss365 #flashfiction

‘Whoa! Stop & catch your breath. Why’re you so excited?’ ‘I just beat the local chess champion in 5 moves.’ ‘Really? That’s amazing. You always called him an arrogant snob. When did you learn how to play chess?’ ‘I didn’t.’ ‘Oh. Guess that explains the #blood on your hands.’ #vss365

Some people donate it, some spill it, others drink it, but everyone has #blood. Is it yours or theirs? Let's #write. #vss365 #promptshare #flashfiction

The #wound would never heal. It drove the king mad with pain. Once patient with mercy, now swift with brutality, he even cast off his long-time love to marry and marry again. Finally, the cobbler’s daughter said yes to his proposal, knowing it give her the chance to right the kingdom. #vss365

Is it an injury? Or have you hurt someone? What's your #wound? Let's #write. #promptshare #vss365 #flashfiction

The results of this year's SmokeLong Workshop Prize are finally here! We have 11 wonderful finalists. And (drumroll): Third Prize winner: @allisonfieldbell.bsky.social Second Prize: @travisflatt.bsky.social First Prize: @katehorsleywriter.bsky.social ⭐ www.smokelong.com/the-smokelon...

This isn't news. Silicon Valley has been about greed and fear, nearly as much as Wall Street. Everything that comes out of it (or the people that go into it) is about money.

The light was #lambent off the snow, every bird following the warmth of those rays coming from above & below. Snow on the beach wasn’t meant to happen, but here it was, and the flocks knew better than to question it. The old patterns didn’t hold anymore, but the migrations did. #vss365 #flashfiction

Good God, that's hilarious.

All the women stared anywhere but the source of the conflict, attuned to the possibility of violence and desiring nothing but to avoid it. Except for Sophie. Behind the men she glared at me, her eyes widening with the clear message that it was time for me to leave. #WIPSnips #amquerying #skywrite

Are you bright or radiant? Glide or graceful? Or do you flicker and disappear? What's your #lambent? Let's #write. #promptshare #vss365 #flashfiction #skywrite

I found a photo of what's left of the Washington Post

It's reposts, really. #skywrite

The #ghost didn’t believe in people until it learned how to breathe. Then it could smell every rancid odor the living produced. Surely, then the next thing to learn was how to move things. Forcefully, at will, and to enjoy the screams of those that filled its mouth with unpleasant surprises. #vss365

New fuck/marry/kill list just dropped

Wow, they are really pushing that Melania trashumentary.

The basket ride down to hell is probably more comfortable than the drive down the mountains in that tiny backseat. The shifting of the car on the curves and descents moved me constantly, putting me into new & interesting stress #positions the Israelis would be proud to invent. #WIPSnips #amquerying

Specter and spirit, #ghost and goblin. Let's #write. #vss365 #promptshare #flashfiction #skywrite

Master Jaffer carefully chronicled the #pain he inflicted on his property to keep it inline. There were daily scourges, a hundred rapes, and for one chattel, Jaffer covered him in honey for the flies to have him. Jaffer’s head was filled with torments, right until it came off his shoulders. #vss365

I set a fast pace, #confident Sophie would be shepherding the lovers behind me. The backstreets shown with a lunar glow. Over the beating of my own heart yells came from everywhere, making it impossible to judge how close the Russians were. #amquerying #WIPSnips

Going to post more of my traditional media work. Priss from bubblegum crisis. 11x17 comic board drawn with pencil on my trusty acme drawing board with animation paper pegs.

Suffering is the one thing that all living things do. What's your #pain? Let's #write. #vss365 #promptshare #flashfiction #skywrite

The #shadow of the Tower extended across the land. In places where it was impossible to reach, by distance or shelter, it still laid its darkness. It defied boundaries, setting its stain on any who resisted the Tower, even as it told everyone there was no such thing as magic, power, or good. #vss365

A shade, a double, an indication of the future. What's your #shadow? Let's #write. #vss365 #promptshare #flashfiction #skywrite

To placate, to calm, to confirm. How do you soothe? #vss365 #promptshare #flashfiction

The floor was covered in #thrum as Julia tossed another test piece off the loom. If she could only remember exactly the weave her mother had created, it would be a gate to escape the drudgery of the castle. Long into the night she worked, her fingers bleeding, mumbling, “Almost, almost.” #vss365

Music instruments do it, power does it, your body can feel it. How do you #thrum? Let's #write. #vss365 #promptshare #flashfiction

In the city of Slakterquay there's an office with the words Spectral Analysis on the pebbled glass of its door. Behind it is Aggie McPherson. In this #audio episode, we learn about working with people you hate and how it can get you what you want. #Urbanfantasy #noir

The point of the press conference was to #obfuscate, not to elucidate. If the people knew what was actually going on, they’d never stand for it. Fortunately, there are always so many eager to believe the lies they want to hear. #vss365 #lfashfiction #skywrite

In the city of Slakterquay there's an office with the words Spectral Analysis on the pebbled glass of its door. Behind it is Aggie McPherson. In this #audio episode, we learn about working with people you hate and how it can get you what you want. #Urbanfantasy #noir

I flipped the lid of the Marlboros open and offered them, the cigarettes in a lined and orderly #formation. Moreau glanced at the weak attempt at a bribe with animosity. I waited. I hadn't met a Frenchman yet that would turn down a visit to cowboy country. #WIPSnips #skywrite #amquerying

To cover, to obscure, to cover. What do you #obfuscate? Let's #write. #vss365 #promptshare #skywrite

Pulling an arrow from his #quiver, Digh waited in the tree for a deer. He drew back the arrow as he saw one, then held it as another appeared. Soon, a family. He withdrew the arrow. Best to wait for a loner. Killing families would only mean no deer next season. #vss365 #flashfiction #skywrite

As often as I do it, I don't seem to have #procrastinate in my #WIP. #amwriting

You can shake or tremble with fear, ecstasy or cold. Or maybe you just hold arrows. How do you #quiver? Let's #write. #vss365 #promptshare #flashfiction

Jersey's strength began to #wane after weeks of starvation. He could no longer remember who had detained him or why. But that was the way of it these days. When he told the guard he had done nothing wrong, the guard responded, “I know.” #vss365 #flashfiction #skywrite

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The moon does it, popularity does it, sometimes love does it. How do you #wane? Let's #write. #vss365 #promptshare #flashfiction #skywrite

Reminded that he had just committed a rather public crime, Sartre's facial expression changed to someone who remembered a soon-to-be missed appointment. Perhaps, it said, it was time to leave. #WIPSnips #amquerying #skywrite.

The #cusp of the mountain only hid the precipice, but the great valley below spread out all the way to the horizon. This far from the edge, Jon could enjoy the splendor of the view without his fear of heights. It wouldn’t stop Jill from pushing him. #vss365 #flashfiction #skywrite