News spread through the village fast. A monster had risen, direct from hell. Its teeth glinted in the moonlight. Its wingspan blotted out the sun.
We set out to fight it, but when we looked down we found there were no numbers on the dice. #FromOneLine #vss365 #dungeonsanddragons

Trees whispered a secret
But few were tuned to hear
The wisdom in their voices
The knowledge of the years

Trees whispered whispered softly
Can you hear it ‘bove the din?
Tune out modern mayhem
And let their wisdom in.

#FromOneLine

We kissed one last time, beneath the moonlight, until the sun rose and you were compelled to return once more unto your grave.
#FromOneLine

Earth stopped its spin, then reversed, then wobbled back and forth making a scratching sound, before the great cosmic DJ released their finger and set it spinning again at the new tempo of the cosmic dance. #FromOneLine

The hat didn’t fit, so I put my head in a vice. As I squeezed it smaller, I could feel my brain pressing up against my skull. Some of the grey matter oozed through my ears and fell on the floor.

You picked it up (to supplement your meager supply) When I asked for it back, you refused. “No,” you said. “I licked it, so it’s mine.”

#FromOneLine

When I woke up in your mind (I told you I would get inside your head), it was a bit disconcerting to think of myself as “you.”

#FromOneLine

I waited until midnight then slipped out into the darkness, searching for adventure. The moon was high in the sky, a welcoming orb tilting the tides of my mind and twisting the thorns in my side. Claws emerged as sharp little swords...

#horror #vss365 #FromOneLine

#Poetry #FromOneLine #SmallPoems

you became my poetry and I became your grave
rhythmic refrain dying in morendo melody
storm breath of veiled verse entombed forever
dark weeds rent in anguished howl
silent lament
buried
you became my poetry and I consumed you

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#Poetry #SmallPoems #FromOneLine

they danced with such abandon
time erased in moment's breath
Spring bloom gave way to Summer Bliss
Autumn banns to Winter kiss
December blazed white with holy glory
but January would tell a different story

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#Poetry #SmallPoems #FromOneLine

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They danced with such abandon
Through the hallways of hotels,
Planned to meet in hell, they decided,
When all was said and done.
They tip toed in trepidation
Around the trappings of temptation
Last year had been an age, January
Would tell a different story
#FromOneLine
#poetry

#FromOneLine

They danced with such abandon...
The treatment had been successful.
Complications, simplified and removed.
Cellular degredation terminated.
Their love for each other matched only by their happiness.

But the appointment in January would tell a different story.

#OGResquire

They danced.

With such abandon,
they waltzed towards
the end of the year,
as if nothing else mattered,
as if no one else mattered,

Strangers watched
them spin. They were
aghast at such
disregard.

But
when
bitcoin crashed,
January would tell a different story

#FromOneLine

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I came from the earth
My frame of muddy clay
Hair of weaved green tendril
vines & mossy tenderness
My hands of branches
Reaching for the divine

My 📷

RT @articulateheart@twitter.com

She liked her coffee
sweet & slightly salted
taking care
to foam & sugar
the bitterness
out of each cup

She drank her life this way
seeing potential
in every drop

He felt it was more honest
to take it as is
Thought she would
make oceans
if the world was made of ice
#FromOneLine

🐦🔗: https://twitter.com/articulateheart/status/1606689859040837635

RT @wordy_mcword@twitter.com

I wrote my name in dust,
On the window, in the attic.
I wrote it next to yours,
While the movers filled the van.

I stayed for one last sunset,
In the garden that we grew there,
Watched the moonrise from our loveseat,
And the night stared back at me.

#FromOneLine 235

🐦🔗: https://twitter.com/wordy_mcword/status/1578323201712541696

She liked her coffee sweet, curling tendrils,
Smoke obscuring vision,
Stepping out on lined sidewalks, fragile glass of cafe lifestyles.
He sat between her legs on floors, head on knees at broken angles.
Words slept in corners, undisturbed,
The world was made of ice
#fromoneline

RT @defiantsunfloer@twitter.com

she liked her coffee sweet
romance hot
and nothing less
with her man, her worldly mate.

for they both,
carry wild in their soul
and brew passion in veins
and want a love not mediocrity.

the world outside is otherwise
fake & brittle;
the world was made of ice

#FromOneLine

🐦🔗: https://twitter.com/defiantsunfloer/status/1606317295378190337

She liked her coffee sweet: the apocalypse wasn't going to change that. She insisted they scavenged for the little luxuries. After all, it was they that made life worth living.

'Mum! I've found a Candarel sachet!'

Sky smiled, even though the world was made of ice.

#FromOneLine

RT @TheSurrealAri@twitter.com

“Is it tomorrow yet?” She asked as she tried to outpace the ever-present present by running into the future. But no matter how fast she ran, she could not catch the next day, which merely walked apace inexorably forward.
“No, Dear, it is always today.”
#vss365 #FromOneLine

🐦🔗: https://twitter.com/TheSurrealAri/status/1605649948430766110