Angela Watt

A bank full of snowdrops

We fall #enchanted under their spell. Delicate white heads push up through the frozen ground and despite frost and snow and ice, they prove that if we can be resilient and persevere, Spring will be right along. We just need to be patient a little longer. #vss365

A #minuscule ray of sunshine broke through this morning giving hope that spring is coming.

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Enjoy your break. Hope to see you back again some time.

Thank you to @nathanbrazil.bsky.social for the last two weeks. A wonderful selection of inspiring words I tried to show up as often as I could to submit my own vss and to read the work of others. Wishing you a restful Sunday #vss365

Thanks for reposting for a second time @jangoeswriting.bsky.social I realised I had put intently rather than intensely.

The #kiss tasted of bubblegum and candy floss. Of cherry lipgloss and pink panther chocolate. Of sherbet bonbons and strawberry milkshake.

Positively
Intensely
Never-endingly
Kissably

PINK

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In the #lacuna of my dreams you come. I hold you close, whispering words of love and share all you’ve missed. As day breaks you are torn from me and I return to long days of nothingness assuring others I’m fine for what else is there to say. I yearn for sleep, when we’ll meet again. #vss365

3:17 a.m., the lights flickered.
And in the breathless hush that followed, a #lacuna opened where the truth used to live.
Clocks kept ticking, but the seconds felt hollow, like something had slipped between them.
Not gone. Not broken. Just carefully removed, leaving behind a smiling void.
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Wonderful writing 👏👏👏

Doing a bit of catch up here @nathanbrazil.bsky.social 😊

The #ache in my #bones tells me something #dark is approaching. I #touch you gently on the wrist waking you from sleep.
‘We must go,’ I say.
‘Again?’
But you rise and pull on clothing laid out by the bed. Always ready. For we have grown to trust my intuition and so far it has kept us safe. #vss365

Spooky

3:17 a.m. All the streetlights died together.
Silence.
Then wet dragging footsteps, slow, deliberate.
It knew my full name.
Whispered it through the glass.
I didn’t look.

But the darkness outside had grown one #pale patch that stared back.
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Wonderful piece 👏👏👏

#vss365 #pale

The photos were faded, yet daily she turned back the pages, searched through every pale image, trapped in a lifetime of faint memories.

I love this 👏👏👏

I love snowdrops.

We stare at the girl left in the woods like discarded rubbish someone couldn’t be bothered to take home. Despite the sun you grow #pale.

‘Your first?’ I ask.

You nod.

‘It gets easier.’ It seems the right thing to say. But it’s 18 years for me. Each one still feels like the first time. #vss365

You winced, dropping the knife and I pushed our thumbs together.

#Blood sisters now,’ I announced. ‘We’ll be friends forever, stand up for each other.’

But when the day came, you looked away, stood with the other girls, your new friends and my thumb throbbed with the pain of loss. #vss365

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In the book of #wounds your name was there right next to mine scratched in midnight blue ink. When did it begin this hurtful game. The clerk asked if I wanted to settle my debt. I wasn’t sure I knew how. He said it started with sorry. I said I’d try and I watched as the ink faded a smidge. #vss365

Sunshine hit the gold tramlines etched into his skin, exposed for all to see. Kintsugi - if you could repair a broken pot, why not a broken man. People stared, a child ran and touched the #wound on his hand gently, smiled. A young woman invited him to sit. ‘Tell me,’ she said and he did. #vss365

Each time you use that word against me, you believe my #wound grows deeper. Instead a shiny scar covers it each time. Fresh skin, protecting me, covering over the hurt and a constant reminder that when others show you who they are, don’t forget. #vss365

Houses stand where our crooked orchard once breathed. At night the #ghost trees return, pressing through floorboards, hanging small red apples in the dark. Their sharp-sweet scent wakes the tongue; yellow flesh remembers every vanished hand. By morning, bloated brown fruit sours the rooms.

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Trees disappearing into mist

Morning mist creates #ghost trees. Strong, silent, sentient, they gather, choosing not to reveal yesterday’s secrets. #vss365

😁 that’s cats for you

Wonderful 👏👏👏

a cemetery filled with graves and trees in the fog ALT: a cemetery filled with graves and trees in the fog

It wasn’t #pain, it was a sliver of glass in her heart, a rucksack of rocks on her back, a black hole in the core of her being. It dragged her soul down to hell’s coals. And it chilled her like the snow dusting the tiny headstone and mound of earth. #vss365

An amazing piece of writing 👏👏👏

Oh my. Such beautiful writing Bethany 👏👏👏👏

What if the door is closed? She’s tired of bartering for dreams woven from the teeth of “never enough.” Pain is nothing more than blood traded for rust. The girl, the insufficient girl, crafting broken stars from her forsaken garden of forget-mes. She is wilting dust in the periphery of some eye, somewhere. Her shadow-thin soul quivers Slam. What if it was never open at all.

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#pain

Standing here looking at the sea, brings back the hurt. Nostalgic salty tears streak my cheeks and a #pain I’m long familiar with spreads from my heart. I need to return to the city. There I’m safe. The claustrophobia of it, holds me together. Here the openness lets the memories flood in. #vss365