#WritersCoffeeClub 31: What other hashtags inspire you on Mastadon or similar?
#Wordweavers (Mastadon)
#vss365 (Twitter)
#whistpr (Bluesky)
#tankathursday (Twitter, Bluesky)
#mpotd (Bluesky)
#vsshorror (twitter, before Halloween)
#WritersCoffeeClub 31: What other hashtags inspire you on Mastadon or similar?
#Wordweavers (Mastadon)
#vss365 (Twitter)
#whistpr (Bluesky)
#tankathursday (Twitter, Bluesky)
#mpotd (Bluesky)
#vsshorror (twitter, before Halloween)
The trainees of the boxing studio built a circle for the presentation.
Joe straightened himself up, aimed carefully, and took a long swing at the punching ball.
With a pang of pain, everything turned black.
He had not expected the ball to punch back.
The loose floorboard...
Blessing to the mice who found a new home, safe from the neighbour's cat.
Curse to the burglar, who stumbled and fell, waking up the house and ending up in prison.
I've been meaning to fix it for ages.
#mpotd 2024-01-26
#WritingCommunity
I sit by the window and watch the day change #colour.
Winter grey transforms to late-afternoon gold that taints the remaining clouds orange, which turns to pink, and then to red.
As the sun sinks, it leaves a turquoise streak below dark umbra blue as the curtain falls.
He stared at the key hanging on the wall.
It was an old metal key, tarnished and worn, yet it had seen times that preceded his birthdate several generations.
If only the key to his heart was like this one. Solid. Lasting.
He would hand it to her.
Once I #arrive, I will start anew.
Once I am balanced, my dreams will come true.
Just wait until the time arrives.
Once I am there, I will thrive.
And so she spent day and days
for this moment to take place,
missing out on life.
All dressed and ready to go, I took one last look at the bathroom.
The bathtub was dry and shiny, the white towel still in my hand, as I wanted to hang it for drying before I left.
I wished I was as unstained as that towel.
#Icy road I slide
clumsily and terrified
towards peaceful Spring
He stood and stared in horror at his beloved armchair.
Where he had spent cosy hours for years while reading his favourite books or watching the telly, the leather began to peel away on its own, exposing blood, and a skeleton.
Then he fell, as the ground opened.