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@plinkfm.bsky.socialSep 16, 2026, 8:29 PM

I’d best #commence
To enjoy this dance
Called life before
There’s a #knock on
The door that tells
Me he’s here
The Grim Reaper
My forever keeper

#vssdaily #vss365

@natalierj.bsky.socialSep 16, 2026, 8:28 PM

It was Ann who’d started the trend for making toasts that didn’t match the occasion. She’d raised her glass at a wedding. “Let the battle #commence!”

So it was only fitting at her funeral that cries of, “Come on you reds!” & “Bravo!” rang out.

Especially as they came from the grave... #vss365

@writinginsawdust.bsky.socialSep 16, 2026, 8:13 PM

At the edge, silent sentinels debating. Who goes first, but when?

Wind shakes the branches, none is willing, but they will wait.

The first leaf will fall, a sign for the rest to #commence.

#vss365
#prompt
#adhdwriters

@dimono.caSep 16, 2026, 7:52 PM

She checked on the dog again — still right where it should be — before approaching the checkout. It only took her a moment to reach for her own card and not one of Spike's. She'd been in this life long enough to know not to #commence using them while they were still hot. #vss365 #writing

@lexikonical.bsky.socialSep 16, 2026, 7:39 PM

#vss365
She sat in silence, watching him pace, waiting for battle to #commence. Arguments were readied, defences were mounyed, practised and armed in her head. Finally, he stopped and turned piercing her with one look and one line that shattered every her resolve. "You scared me."

@lizzyjperkins.bsky.socialSep 16, 2026, 7:22 PM

The body stared down at Brit encased in its frosty grave within the glacier. She could hear the diggers in the distance trundling towards the site, ready to #commence excavation. Forensics were swarming, smothered in their PPE. It was going to be a long night #vss365

@fennelsteuert.bsky.socialSep 16, 2026, 6:31 PM

They show up, and you're either out or earplugged up to the nines - whatever helps save your brain as as their bulls--t commences and helps add to that ridiculous pool.
#vss365 #commence

@wdowar.bsky.socialSep 16, 2026, 6:16 PM

"Okay, shall we #commence?"
"Yes," I said.
"Align the #symbols thus," he explained. "That takes you to #yesterday."
"Got it. Who is that #knocking?"
"Let's see," he said, reaching for the handle. "Ah yes. It's you."
"You mean: it's us," said the figure at the door.

#vss365 #2wordprompt #vssdaily

@ambientdread.bsky.socialSep 16, 2026, 6:15 PM

Deer in headlights freeze
#Commence the circle again
Unbroken transit

#dailyhaikuprompt Deer
#haiku #vss365 #haikufeels
#poetry #poetrycommunity

@msfulofgrace.bsky.socialSep 16, 2026, 6:07 PM

#vss365
#commence

When do you know that it’s the right time to commence
To make a life change that is so very immense
When you have nothing left
All you feel is bereft
Time to give up the “happily-ever-after” pretense

@csignymaraine.bsky.socialSep 16, 2026, 6:07 PM

while

the cold kaleidoscope of hearts commences hardening a slouching world

i find imprints where birds have made snow angels

i wonder if these are

SOS signals to Elsewhere

outbursts of stubborn joy

prayerful wings answering pain with poetry

perhaps it is all three
#vss365 #poetry #commence

Photo of mine of a snow-covered bush with snow angels made by birds
@edvane.bsky.socialSep 16, 2026, 6:07 PM

#vss365 For a hundred years, a Potioneer kept one brew simmering beneath his tower. On the final night, he took up a silver spoon.

“One stir,” his master’s notes promised, “and the work may #commence.” He stirred. Something beneath grasped the spoon and stirred back. #Edvane #DarkFantasy

A 16:9 dark fantasy illustration framed by a thin antiquarian border. The left third is a parchment text panel containing a short #vss365 story about a Potioneer who has kept a black brew simmering for a hundred years and, when he finally stirs it, something beneath grasps the spoon and stirs back. The right two-thirds show an underground alchemical chamber of stone arches, shelves of jars, dried herbs and skulls. An elderly, gaunt Potioneer in dark robes leans over a huge iron cauldron, his face lit by firelight and fixed in shock. He grips a long silver spoon, while from the glossy black surface of the potion a black claw-like hand emerges just far enough for its fingertips to seize the spoon. The scene is lit with deep shadows, orange fire beneath the cauldron, and a mood of sudden, intimate horror. “edvane.world” appears at bottom right.
@aspenbrave.bsky.socialSep 16, 2026, 5:44 PM

one second to run
not just to your arms but heart
make my wish come true
rediscover me as we
#commence by making love as one

©️Aspen

#BraveWrite #vss365 #tanka
#haiku #Poetry #PoetryCommunity

Love & thank you,
A🕊️ (BBS)
👇
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@doraartist.bsky.socialSep 16, 2026, 5:42 PM

#vss365
At midnight,
her heart's sonorous
pounding would
#commence.
No one else heard it.
She'd lay awake,
holding her breath
eyes open,squeezing
her knuckles tight.
It paralyzed her resolve, weakening her core.
Her disEASE,malaise,
sponteneous
eruption of a
soul gone astray.

My Watercolor

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