@AbandonedAmerica
abandoned farmhouse
the fields
lie fallow
#senryu #flexvss

the best laid plans of mice in the ceiling
#FlexVSS #monoku #monostich

#poem

As aureate and rosy dawn
is etching streaks across the sombre sapphire,
spilling shadows and light over snow-hugged expanses,
crows respectfully wait to cacophonate their praise—
or is theirs a threnody to the dying night?

#writever: eau_forte/etching; #FlexVSS: light
#2WordPrompt: snow & hug; #daily: praise

Evening lust fest...

Moanful groans..

Raging pheromones..

Sweaty bodies intertwined..

Raging heat..

Friction based
with the intensity of a furnace blast..

Lovers vow
in cuddled darkness..

Together bound are they
for all eternity..

Til the morning after
reality dawns
that forever never lasts

#flexvss #poetry #poems #writing

Nelson At the Holiday Party

When Nelson heard her name mentioned at the party, he came over trepid and queasy: they had "history", though not of that sort. He wanted to slip out before her grand entrance.

Too late; in that moment she wafted over the parquet wearing a gossamer gown calculated to draw all eyes. Melissa. As if by instinct, her cold stare homed on Nelson. And then a comedy of errors ensued: her chiffon snagged on a holly wreath, and in extricating herself, she stepped a stiletto heel on a power cord, de-twinkling the tree lights as she butt-flopped onto a pile of presents.

Her spell was broken. Amid the aghast looks and irrepressible titters, Nelson strode over and offered both hands to help her back to her feet. The party awkwardly resumed; she muttered a begrudging thank you, Nelson bowed slightly in acknowledgement, and as she turned to survey the wreckage, he sought his hosts to proffer an excuse for his early departure. When granted such a boon, he reasoned, best not to test the Fates.

2022.12.16

Prompts used:
#MastoPrompt: name
#FlexVSS: party
#LimerickRhyme: trepid*
#CrowsTales: queasy
#StoryIn12: moment*
#BraveWrite: gossamer
#VSSNature: holly
#VSSHumour: twinkle_lights
#VSSPoem: presents*
#oxj: out & cold
* = not used per the prompt guidelines

#rondelet

Between us two,
he's not as bright as people claim.
Between us two,
he's pretty, but he'd prove untrue.
We share a mutual redame,
my dear; how shameful if he came
between us two.

#poem #MoveMePoetry #TeachMeTuesday: rondelet
#FlexVSS: pretty

inventing a word
between rain
and snow
#FlexVSS

finally relaxed
the bartender asks me
to settle up
#FlexVSS

approaching winter
I learn how
to fall
#vssdaily #FlexVSS

Despite his name, Joshua was a son of Krampus. He kept his long tail and cloven hooves hidden, out of an ingrained sense of shame gifted to him by others. But for you, he'll take off his hat to show off his horns, nestled in dark curls. He leans in close, as if expecting a kiss, and whispers, “Have you been naughty or nice this year?”

#flexVSS #nice #naughty #MicroFiction #writing #vss

Winter meetings
the grass
is always greener
#FlexVSS

old book
marked with
an expired T pass
#FlexVSS

Geese

Twilight nears; I watch
as an anserine gaggle gathers;
wings unfold, spreading wide;
flapping ripple of legs lifts to take flight. […]

https://paper.wf/codgertator/geese

#poem #vsspoem
#VSSInk: gather
#FlexVSS: stand

When he asked how I’d been, I remained quiet. There was too much for our first meeting to stand absorbing it all. Yet, it felt like little had passed since I last saw him. Nothing of importance compared to seeing him. @vssCollab@twitter.com LiminalChronicles #BraveWrite #FlexVSS

distant constellations
how easy it is
to predict the past
#FlexVSS

“I have the weirdest craving right now,” Kyra said, staring at the veins on Don’s wrist. Her sense of smell was sharp tonight. So was her hearing.
“Her fangs are coming in,” Jess muttered to Win, over by the truck. “We’ll have to kill her soon, if we can’t find the vamp who bit her.”

#vss365 #weird #flexvss #crave #vss #microfiction #writing

Veronica placed the teacup and little plate with the cake at Sophie's elbow, then stood at attention.
"Need anything else?"
Sophie shook her head.
Veronica seated herself at the other end of the sofa. While she sipped her tea and took tiny bites of her cake, she watched Sophie read — completely engrossed. Still wearing her nightgown, her hair was a fright from the bed.
"C'mon, you," she said, finally. "Let me at least wash your hair."
"I want to read more!"
"Later!"

#flexvss

The postal carrier approached the cozy cottage and heard voices behind the hedge. He paused at the sidewalk.
"Oh, they're so #large, Sophie!" Veronica gushed. "And they're soft, but firm!"
"Here! Let me give you a better look at them!"
He colored up to his ears & debated whether to interrupt them or come back. His curiosity won out & he walked briskly up the sidewalk. He surreptitiously glanced over & saw them with a basket.
"Hey, Mr. Postman!" Sophie said. "Want some fresh tomatoes?"

#flexvss

Veronica stumbled on the step and tea sloshed out of the cups all over the tray.
"This is all your fault, Sophie," she said, tearfully. "You made us get this house with these uneven floors."
Sophie put her arms around Veronica.
"You're doing it again," she said. "You get angry when you're worried you'll get blamed."
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said. "And I'm sorry I spilled the tea too."
"There's no sense crying over spilt milk, doll baby," Sophie said, nuzzling her neck. "Or tea."

#flexvss #even

"Stop! Stop! I need a #break!" Sophie said, panting.
Veronica raised her eyes up to Sophie's flushed face, and said, "Mm-hmm." The vibration made Sophie squeal and grab Veronica's hair, which just pulled her in closer. But after a few moments, Veronica raised her head and smiled lasciviously.
Sophie grinned and said, "My turn!"

#flexvss