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