#VSS365 May 2019

Once again, trigger warning for grief related stories below. May is not only the month of mother’s day, but it’s the month of my mother’s birthday. Needless to say, May hits me hard. This is the second time around since her passing.

Grief is like walking on a tightrope. #ephemeral sways between balance & vertigo. Until inevitably we fall, deep into the sorrow of our loved one's absence. Eventually we get back on the tightrope, hoping to master it, despite that we never will. #vss365 #trueStory #missMyMama

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) May 7, 2019

When a daughter's #love has nowhere left to go on earth, she loves with the dirt she chisels, the flowers she's obsessed over placing & by sitting on the ground afterwards to update her mama on all the gossip she's missed. Happy birthday mama. Miss you always. #vss365 #trueStory pic.twitter.com/gWEB45RcYQ

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) May 8, 2019

It all made sense. Where the bodies go beyond the sacred temple doors. The missing persons. During the equinox, at the #zenith of night, the portal to the other world opens. It'd been 2 yrs since she'd accidentally crossed over & forgotten her original life. 2 yrs lost. #vss365

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) May 10, 2019

Normally #supine when facing any variety of eminent death, Blaine focused on Grackle w/ a new determination. Looming, black, hackles raised & furious eyes. If Blaine attacked now, something in him would be forever altered. And so he ran forward, pistol in hand. #vss365 #myMCs

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) May 14, 2019

#vss365 Some were #lithe flitters. Some slow & massive. The ones that amass in storms? We call them Twitchers. Skitters. Plagas. #Chimeras w/ a taste for human flesh. The irony? They were all once human. Some day, maybe we'll become these monsters. Unless, we already are.

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) May 17, 2019

The train tracks used to
speak to me.

As #susurration –
a withdrawing tide at my ankles,
a lariat around my leaden heart.

A disguised lullaby,
like an offer from bathtub water of
murmured matrimony.

#vss365 #amwriting
From my "Train Tracks" #poem https://t.co/iDsDmVNRz0

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) May 21, 2019

Lucas speared through the portal, expecting it to be like crashing into an icey pool. Instead, a #gossamer brushed him w/ the delicacy of a soap bubble. He blinked furiously. "The sky is green?" He was worlds away from home, but he was one world closer to his lover. #vss365 pic.twitter.com/87R1JE2bmi

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) May 24, 2019

#VSS365 April 2019

Warning – the first few “very short stories” I wrote in April may be triggering. I’m still grieving the loss of my mama. I write in an effort to comfort the ever present void in my life due to her absence.

I look at photos of her smiling. When the doctor told mama she only had months to live, she kept it a secret. She didn't act like a #victim to cancer. She smiled in all of these photos where there should've been pain. I'll never know how. #vss365 #trueStory

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) April 3, 2019

One of the hardest parts was when mama lost her #voice. The tracheostomy took it and her mobility. It was only because I was already hard of hearing, that I knew how to read lips as if it were for this very purpose. To read her when she mouthed "I love you." #vss365 #trueStory

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) April 3, 2019

I've seen her casket lowered into the ground, right after I kissed her wig. Still, nothing seems to #verify this is real. I have her PJs, her earrings, an email containing her Thanksgiving recipes. I feel like she can still be here, even if only in my ❤. #vss365 #trueStory

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) April 3, 2019

Our family meeting us on the boardwalk. Tugging my mom toward a flea market bc she was cold, so we aimed for hoodies. "These look like the ones you like," I said. The dream was so #vivid, that when I woke up, I could still feel her arm in mine. So I cried. #vss365 #trueStory

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) April 10, 2019

Grackle's roar felt like a stun grenade went off. Bells pierced her ears, the sound rumbling in her bones. When he charged toward the humans, never had Ambriel witnessed such #violence. They never should've hurt someone Grackle cared about. That was their mistake. #vss365

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) April 11, 2019

Ruth decided it was time to tell Ben everything. The miscarriage that secretly ended their high school relationship. How she's always loved him since, no matter the years. But Ben smiled when she tried for words. All that came out was word #vomit. Damn his pretty face. #vss365

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) April 11, 2019

Ashmen. Foreigners, dark and fair. Sworn men. From the stern to the bow of their ships, they bellow songs of conquest & trade wearing silver pendants. #Vikings – seeking to write their undying legends into the seabed. #vss365 pic.twitter.com/quFkCtKd7f

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) April 12, 2019

"I don't underst- what do you have against Eden?" "I've seen Eden, Ambriel & trust me, it's not the place for you." Grackle could not have been any more #vague. Ambri on the verge of tears, Grackle offered his hand, eyes pleading. "Come with me." "Where?" "To the truth." #vss365

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) April 23, 2019

#VSS365 March 2019

Every 20th, like clockwork, the roses on the dining table are a #celebration. A life once always blooming now a memory, the tops of her tender hands; they felt like rose petals. Her name, like the flower. Rosa. Mama. #vss365 #prompt #aboutMyMama 🌹

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) March 1, 2019

The bloodthirsty roars from the stands sound like a storm. Since the rain stopped coming, it was the only storm they've had. A small #champion, a child, steps into the arena. Equipped not w/ sword, but song, & he sweet talks the first rain drops humans have felt in ages. #vss365

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) March 1, 2019

The Scurry were like a sandstorm of cats, some w/ milky or salmon roe eyes, some w/ pincers, some w/ wings. Once they swarmed around unsuspecting humans, there was no #escape, despite that they too, were once human. Now, as mindless predators, they seek their next meal. #vss365

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) March 1, 2019

It looked like a fluffed up ostrich in the middle of a mob of mice. It didn't #belong. A fancy 20 story loft, in the middle of a #Bushwick block of fatigued apartments. It's head held high, where none of us mice could ever reach or see the sky. #vss365 #prompt #gentrification

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) March 8, 2019

The hulking creature loomed over her, and she tried for a distraction.

"W-what do we taste like? To your kind?"

It's smile was that of a goosander's.

"Like sweet #syrup m'dear."

She knew the knife in it's eye would feel just as sweet once it was close enough. #vss365 #prompt

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) March 8, 2019

#She made the black behind Benjamin's eyes, a better sight than a starry night. For his dreams were the only means of meeting. His love, long gone, in this life. #vss365 #prompt #poetry

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) March 8, 2019

"This is a bad idea," Lizzy warned, hoping to slow their #approach towards the lot. "Exactly," Ruth answered, undeterred from the hollarin' of a baseball game. A "boys" game. The fading treadmarks behind Ruth's legs were the mark of only one thing – homeruns. #vss365 #myMCs

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) March 13, 2019

Boulder was the #epitome of solemn strength. The humanoid mountain thumped back to his post, often without a word. When humans tried to rob his wife's wares at gunpoint once, Boulder easily catapulted them across the zone like boneless dolls. His only reaction? A grunt. #vss365

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) March 13, 2019

"Here we are again," the beast bared it's fangs, smoke drifting from it's words. "It'll be different this time," it's adversary assured, vision blurred and limbs trembling. With one hand on his sword, the other sought his #pocket – a sealing talisman. "You'll see." #vss365

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) March 14, 2019

Benny stared out of the bus window, pondering the #cryptic contents of the envelope in his hand. If he never opened it, he could return to his baseball career unaware. It was from Ruth's mother & somehow he knew that if he opened it, he'd be getting off that bus for Ruth. #vss365

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) March 18, 2019

Her thirst was something desperate by now. Her body, #craved warmth in vain, from cold shackles & cold stone. "One hour," she schemed, knowing the gaurds would come. In one hour, she'd indulge in the warmth of their blood before she made her escape. One hour to freedom. #vss365

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) March 18, 2019

Blaine ran for dear life as Grackle & Ambriel sought torches to steer the creatures away. "I just wanna punch him sometimes," Ambri said. "The feeling is #mutual," Grackle agreed, spreading his wings to retrieve their resident coward. Maybe he'd punch him after all.#vss365 #myMC

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) March 19, 2019

Ambriel watched him, amazed at how his wings tucked in & vanished. "My name? What have you been calling me up to now?" Ambriel flushed, "G-Grackle?"
Grackle burst out laughing at the #pseudonym she'd given him. "It's bakemono…" "You just made that up!" "I did." #vss365 #myMCs

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) March 21, 2019

The Florida keychains from every trip you took there. The alligator ladle you let me have when I moved out. The beaded bracelet we made together in the nursing home, full of hearts just like you. Every memory serves to #magnify your absence in my life. I miss you mama. #vss365

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) March 21, 2019

Grackle wouldn't admit it, but despite this human being a #thorn in his side since her arrival, he couldn't leave her be. He knew what awaited her at Eden, this supposed sanctuary for humans. That was the problem she hadn't realized. Humans can be far worse than demons. #vss365

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

They watched the encampment, made up of barrel chested humans with #frames built like ancient trees. "Do you think you can take them?" Ambriel asked. Grackle's eyes went ablaze whenever he smiled. "Piece of cake." It was payback time. #vss365 #myMCs

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

2009 Christmas. 2010 January birthday & then Valentine's. All the way up to 2017. There is no Christmas card for 2017. One by one, I've #collected cards from mama. Never thought they'd be the last record of her loving words to me. There will be no more cards. #vss365 #trueStory

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) March 28, 2019

It was only a #second. A brief moment that dragged horrifying slow as we watched the car keys fall to the ground. The clash of metal ripped through the silence that kept the monsters at bay. "Run," Blaine said, "Leave it all behind." #vss365 The Skitters began their chase.

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

#VSS365 February 2019

I could #read it in her face – her sunken cheeks and her distant eyes. Her slackened jaw that once said, "I love you, sweetie."

Daddy will say she looked like an angel, but I will always know the truth.

All I saw that day was death. #Grief #vss365

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) February 1, 2019

The #bow yanked against Carol's violin, playing ear splitting whines that made every member of the orchestra grit their teeth.

"How is that?"

"I #bow to your gift," the concert master winced, "I've never known a violin capable of the sounds it just made, until today." #vss365

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) February 2, 2019

The famed racer & seasoned #convict smirked at the smoking race tracks, unfazed by the fiery remains of the opposing team. "T-that wasn't an accident, was it?" The rookie grease monkey sputtered, in awe of how composed the mob lieutenant was. His answer was simple. "No." #vss365

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) February 4, 2019

Joe's every habit was #deliberate. How many ice cubes he preferred. Purchasing one pair of sneakers a year. His routine janitorial job. His entire life was a deliberation. So when Joe stopped showing up for work, everyone had the same thought on their minds. He was dead. #vss365

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) February 5, 2019

#bougie lived in #Bushwick even pre-gentrification.
Rican girls wearin' more chain links than a chain fence.
Nail salons like Times Square in the middle of #Brooklyn.
Baby Phat wearin' mothers on stoops, dancin'
before kale & lofts, moved on Jefferson.#vss365 #poetry

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) February 8, 2019

Joyce & Ronny watched the plume of smoke blacken the daytime skies. Birds squawked out from the path of destruction. Joyce looked down to Ron's still smoking hands & the #munted remains of their house. "I don't think you've got those powers until control just yet." #vss365

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) February 12, 2019

Grackle's iridescent wings, though they wink in the sun, become one with night every #eventide. Solemn protector of his home, I watch him disappear into the dark as he gaurds the gates where monsters more terrifying than he, await. #vss365 #myMC #amwriting

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) February 14, 2019

Ambriel searched for the Grackle, until she found him beneath the #downlight of the moon. Oblivious to her presence, he watched the sky with tears in his eyes. Who knew, that even beasts could cry. #vss365 #myMC #amwriting

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) February 14, 2019

Blaine #malingered in the shed while a storm of blood thirsty creatures flitted about the yard. He only had one job – to retrieve the fluid to light the torches. Instead, he hid away until the shed door tore open and Grackle tossed him out as a sacrifice. #vss365 #MyMC

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) February 21, 2019

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