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

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

wistful promenade beneath trees stripped of their mask lushness lost to fall #DailyHaikuPrompt #mask #lost #haiku #blueskypoets #nature #photography

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

- here in the torment of Tartarus black this brittle shadow burns from within alone with what's real: flame and blood and pain i long for the soft blue of rain i ache for the myth we once called us tremulous and fleeting - a quivering leaf still crimson in winter - #vss365 #poetry #read

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

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

Frith is a #myth Bloodshed murder & glory Make up most of the untold story Those who say it can be found Frith, peace, or whatever that is comes at a cost, loss of young lives The price it carries is War Peace then is nurtured by sides who have already lost a lot ~rev #vss365

Moonlight drips like silver #myth on midnight waves, whispering secrets of forgotten gods. #vss365

#vss365 We are born equal, yet creative minds #measure themselves against history, discover #myth, and cross the line of fate to define their destinies.

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

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

"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

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

Her hair shimmers with the fire of suns, yet the light does not burn. She stands where gravity forgets her name, a #myth among stars, her dress rustling on winds that warm moons. She whispers for her muse, waiting on planes that have never known rain. #vss365

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

#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

#vss365 #poem #tanka #measure The measure of all things sleeps beneath your closed eyes— dead leaves whispering, as in Baudelaire’s lost dream, stairs ascend to nothingness.

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

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

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 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

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

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

What am I doing I don't write #literature I just tell stories #haiku #vss365

#vss365 You're a piece of work improvisational fiction, unreliable as narrator of your own autobiography. Thrilling. Moody. Foreshadowing a future in complicated metaphor. Pulp into #literature mundane to-dos peppered with prose. Exciting. Tragic. Laughing. Tears. Hopeful years yet to be written.

"I see a pile of notebooks and towers of coffee cups. Gone back to writing your Eratica have you?" I asked. "Of fukin course! I can't give up on da #literature masterpiece of our times!" Riz replied. "I think we have different thoughts on what that means." #vss365 #riztherogue

A wind howled, gusts of gale force rocked his house to his delight. He methodically toiled at creating a carrionette with a silver needle he'd learn of from his gothic literature. Being an invalid & shunned by his neighbors, he'd conjured a plan of revenge. #horrorprompt #vss365

‘To be or not to be?’ That is no longer the question. Instead, modern #literature declareth it to be: ‘Who the **** is Madeline?’ #vss365

Her thoughts slip past law’s sunlit shallows Into waters yet unnamed Where touch is a shapeless wind, brooding with the sea There, he meets her— where nightfall undresses, and horizons melt beyond fear. #vss365

I a puppeteer Master of my destiny Until she came by An enchantress bewitching Full of alchemy & mischief Turning my stone heart Into a weeping well of sorrow Crushing my tomorrows With her smile of disdain My madness whirls & swells Such is this loves #law #vss365

literature of morning stirs gently in our chest growing soft and fair oh, can you hear it the sweetest of melodies rising in this silent dawn feel, welcoming warmth blushing amber honey upon your face her poetry a sweet grace as the world above stretches in endless pink clouds #vss365

#vss365 #prompt #Nov10 Greetings! I didn't want to wake up this morning,but here I am with today's word - #literature. According to Collins that is any writing of artistic merit,which isn't much help when deciding on the genre of my books.Are they literary or pulp fiction? I may go back to bed now.

wind, waves, sky of orange, pink, purple, nature’s language…universal #BlueSkyArtShow #Evening #EastCoastKin #vss365 #language #haiku #poetry #nature #LakeMichigan Video taken at Wilderness Campground along the shores of Lake Michigan

the language of silence how beautifully it fills the void with the world around us #vss365 #language

“There should be a #law.” “Didn’t need one before. Who would have envisioned the government wanting to starve children, and then appealing to the Supreme Court to let them continue.” She boxed up another mix of groceries and took it to the next car in line. #vss365

Besides military drills, I'm assigned to the maintenance crew in charge of cleaning the dorms and take classes to learn Lostai language, history, #literature, and civics. My handler says that learning to use my Sotkari Ta abilities will also soon be a part of my schedule. #vss365

#Literature teaches form out of fracture gathering what's torn She steps inside to learn how others kept ink whole Then writes to remake herself trading walls for aisles where memory moves upright On the page she tests what lasts & when the pen dries the pause feels quite earned #vss365 #poetry

how might it react this tongue to the flex and vibrate of a new language an alphabet redistributed spliced and wrought into new formations I am weighing vowels for emphasis misinterpretation rubs its hands waits for my fall #vss365 #language #poetrycommunity #WritingCommunity #blueskypoets

You built me from crushed dreams and flecks of hope you kept hidden under breath And we rose from #fathoms to freedom My kindred, you are sun and rain in one We walked through darkness, never groveling, never thirsting for light #vss365 #poem #poetry #writingcommunity #writesky

Out of winter's naps Green edges on grasses Still cool deep sleeps Daffodils drenched intense Openings playing trumpets Songs of springs rainbows Blooming sunny rays Pacific Coast Range Trails

Flocks #past loving flight In fresh winged branches nestled #Mellisonant Spring #blueskyrelay #poetry #haiku #3lines #blueskypoetry #skypoet

Not long before she sheds her furry winter coat ... #photography #MagnoliaBud

Whirlpool Dark-light Misbegotten Jinn A tree Dead Clinging to stone And stone Clinging onto life Her thoughts Ripple Across Her universe Embracing souls Never dreamed Nor imagined Yet She believes Power of words Bringing Peaceful skies And Strong minds Creating fierce hearts

"Look!" Gee whispered so as not to frighten the creature away. "There! In the oak. Puffing on a cigar!" Kay looked at every tree around the point of finger but didn't know oak from beech or birch. She couldn't #fathom what she should be finding. And then the rat waved, grinned. She gasped. #vss365

At one #fathom, I can still understand the message underneath your words. I see it drifting in its transparency, greenish and salty. But at two, the inferences are murky, ambiguous. At three fathoms, I grow cold because so much distance does not breed mystery, rather, indifference. #vss365

CONFUSED Irish Gran could never #fathom our latest fashions. You could see from her expression that she wasn’t keen on our ripped jeans or crop tops. She always worried that we’d feel a draft so couldn’t understand why we refused to wear a scarf or vest #vss365

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