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Helen Laycock May 23
We watched the candle spill a waterfall as you slipped into the star-dipped night, the moon at its window, lighting your way. In the diamond-dusted dawn, every web was crystal-strung, every grass blade ermine-furred, and the cold sky infused with your breath.
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Alva Holland May 22
She counted the lines of fine silk as she sewed them into the bodice of her wedding dress. One for each minute he had lived after birth. Five precious blue threads, pressed against her heart, where he would remain forever, each beat a painful reminder of loss.
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Kelvin Rodrigues May 22
“They really are quite marvellous creatures, aren’t they Haskins?” “What are, sir?” “Why spiders of course.” “Not really sir, no.” “How could you think that? Take their webs, did you ever see such skill.” “Why would I take their webs? I’ve them at home.”
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Paul Grealish May 22
A veil of silky threads enveloped the planet, glittering by the light of both suns. 'Space spiders,' the Exterminator said. He shook his head at the Prefect. 'I can spray the planet for 50, or bring in the Space Toad. That's extra.'
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Piyali May 23
My dreams are all sorts of crazy they visit at the most inopportune times &carry me to places which serve boozy popsicles made from fresh watermelon&lime where the sky drifts along in a blue gown &a train of pink clouds made of rolls of French tulle trail behind
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Classic Movie Hub Oct 1
hehe, one of my favorites... Happy National Hair Day! and :)
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Coffee & Lyrics☕️🎶 May 22
Gauze Of Silky Sheer Arachnid Material Exquisitely Refined
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Sir Soothing Voice May 23
“Aw hell. I got some web in my hair. Must have been that huge we went through earlier. Damn pests is all they are.” “...Abby.” “What?” “Run...” “What, why? Is one on me?!” “No...behind you.” Click Click Click
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Cristen E. Rose May 23
After Titan ate the Professor, it took her castle. Telegraph wire nerves now unified her myriad inventions into one evil body. Kay followed a clockwork susurrus toward the machine’s brain. With a frisson of fear, she stepped through the barrier- into silence.
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firdaus parvez May 23
~Passing away~ Hope like , desperate wisps; trembling webbing I desperately fist Soon you'll be laid in the womb of nothing Perhaps a better journey begins
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DeRicki Johnson May 23
thin The boundary tween My dualities A Devil schemes An Angel pleads Each in an ear, you see Old Satan’s A better speaker To win my ear I fear Least I’m gonna Blame him when My schemes all end in tears Glad for a scapegoat For what in truth Are my ideas
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Matabu May 23
Smokey ghosts of autumn gone Leaves hanging in my memories the gentle thread Which holds me to those other days Winter took my minds red heat And spring dug roots into my soul Summer waits at angled streets While autumns ghost are still inside.
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IrrationalPoet May 23
She was so sick, she burned next to him but he wouldn't leave her. He held the cold washcloth to her head on his chest and spoke his plans aloud to her. He wove her dreams of their life together, their marriage, their children, she just had to pull through.
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Deborah Wynne May 23
He watched her float to a hilltop overlooking fields of poppies & blue flax. Her white billowy gown meshed w/clouds in a ethereal illusion. She was as much his angel as if she had wings. She’d pledge her troth; kiss her groom. He was a mere witness to her dream.
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Yaw Ayisi May 23
Ghostlike Ornate Spiderwebs Spun Are Mostly Easily Ripped
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Randolph May 23
sweet scents your keys opened ecstatic doors like gauze falling lightly upon neural maws hungering memories lingering in my sinuses will always be lacking you
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Shawn 🖊️📚 May 23
It was a surprising gift that his mother had passed onto him, the ability to perceive the strands of emotion that linked people who knew each other, when their auras had come into contact and become entangled. As a private eye, it was a handy talent to have.
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shona moss May 22
I stroked the skin at the top of her thigh, my arm resting in the candy floss hair between her legs. She sighed lightly and I began to massage. I woke up, sweating, putrid breath, would I ever stop dreaming of his ex? I hoped so, she was not my type.
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Jana Jenkins May 23
She waited hopefully as they cleared the webs; sunlight poured in. “This attic would be a great playroom for the kids,” she said. “It’s kind of creepy,” he said. Her heart sank as they left, but then the little girl spoke: “Mama, who’s the lady in there?”
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firdaus parvez May 22
You sent ripples across twitter all day. You had me chuckling, oohing, & gasping from your creativity. Thank you for being so great. I really appreciate the support. Todays word is delicate & full of potential. May 23, 2019 word is: Let’s do this!
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