If red is anger, passion, hunger –
and #pink is born from red,
when did pink become soft? How did pink become baby blankies and tween love?

Did someone tell red she was too intense, and therefore,
she diluted herself?#vss365 #poem #poetry #firstAttempt

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) January 25, 2019

A cold silence thickened the air. Her car radio, flickered across stations in a garbled frenzy, inciting panic until it froze. "#London bridges falling down," came the eerie nursery rhyme & it was then that Gina's heart dropped. *It* had followed her home. #vss365 #ghostStories

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) January 29, 2019

A fog rolled in all around them, the kids clinging helplessly to each other. In the darkness, a bone-chilling #pantomime sang in whispers. "What was that?" Jason squeaked. Just as Oscar was about to charge, painted faces floated up from the trees. Oscar fainted instead. #VSS365

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) January 30, 2019

A ruined city behind us, Mickey was in oblivious #bliss as he thrust his head out of the car window. The wind boxing his ears, and his tongue flailing out of his cheek, judging by our dog, no one would guess we were running. No one would guess that the world was ending. #vss365

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) January 31, 2019