Oh, the #sounds affiliated with the old #tape deck. The familiar clacking of entering the cassette and pushing it home. The click of the play button and the whir of the spindles. And the soft hum in the speakers before the music plays. What a #rush.

#vssdaily #vss365 #BookishTues

The gold #rush in California, as everyone knew, was over, and I said as much, while I swept the floor.
“Not California,” he corrected and let the chair legs drop back to the floor with a bang. “Kansas. Pike’s Peak.”
#BookishTues #HistoricalRomance #GoldRush

The thing took the bait and rushed into the labyrinth. It traced through the twists and turns I'd laid out. I built in 13 gates at random intervals. As the spirit passed each gate, I snapped them shut and sealed them with another drop of my blood. #BookishTues

In such a #RUSH, I almost forgot to post the #BookishTues theme for the week!

#writingprompt #WritingCommunity #booksky

I worked hard all #summer, and I became someone my family might not have recognized, someone I barely recognized myself. I had given Charley my baptismal name in the beginning, and I became known along Cherry Creek as Mary Mac. The child I had been, the willful young Molly, was gone.
#BookishTues

Surf Gangs of Penzance Beach opened in 3 weeks, 2 weeks before Halloween.

“Late for a summer show, right?” Caldyr added to her list. “Why?”

Vanth pushed the ledger her way. “Probably it’s that Goodlove Acting Troupe was broker than us. They couldn’t afford theater season.”
#BookishTues

We crossed the lake on a #summer day #funded by memories, the boat's #sail taught with the kiss of a warm breeze. Gulls barked at us, but they couldn't interrupt our laughter which rose to the fluffy clouds baking above on that lazy afternoon.

#vss365 #vssdaily #BookishTues

This week's #BookishTues theme is #SUMMER.
Though I was born in the summer, it's not my favorite season - lol

#writingprompt #WritingCommunity #booksky #writesky

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#ShakespeareSunday
#SundaySnips
#SenryuSunday*
#MythologyMonday
#CompleteTheHaiga
#BookishTues
#WriteStuff
#FromOneLine
#10WordTuesday*
#LegendaryWednesday
#Cassiopeian
#WyrdWednesday
#WednesdayWIPs
#Penstricken
#HorrorWritersChat
#30WordThursday

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#BookishTues

October #WritingPrompts (full month)

#BedroomEyesPrompt
#BlueSkyPoetry
#BookishTues
#Firewords280
#FoxProse
#OurPoetryX
#SapphicLineShare
#sōlsëëd
#ThreeWordGenre
#VssFantasy
#WeirdMicro

#AmWriting #WritingCommunity #PoetryCommunity #WriteSky #BlueSkyPoetry

And on to #October we go!

#BookishTues #writingprompt #WriteSky
#WritingCommunity

Garden #reprieve. Resting against a thick birch, its soft, peeling #bark like tattered pages of a favorite book. Sun dappled upon the countless #plants like old friends. On the soft breeze floats the perfume of the #flowers, as if they're saying, "It'll be alright."

#vss365 #vssdaily #BookishTues

The memory is clear to me still—the cool air on my face, the soothing sound of the nearby waterfall, the smell of sweet grass and fragrant wild#flowers, Eileen’s soft hand in mine, the broad view of our own fields of vibrant green wheat and barley. #BookishTues #HistoricalRomance

For this week's #BookishTues you can use #FLOWER or #PLANT (or both if you wanted to).

#writingcommunity #writingprompt #WriteSky

I awake to the rumble of my cat purring, sitting next to me as a sentinel through the night, ensuring my safety so I may feed him come morning. I reach to pet his #fur, but he is already #moving, #embarking on a journey of scant feet, so he is an inch out of reach.

#vss366 #vssdaily #BookishTues

We had an excellent meal of bacon, greens, bread, applesauce, and pie under a brush arbor, but the water was too dirty to drink. The amenities were far from luxurious, but I was content just to stop #moving and fill my unsettled stomach.
#BookishTues #HistoricalRomance #GoldRush

This week's #BookishTues is #MOVING
7y ago this month, marks us finally getting out of Florida and on to a better/happier life.

#OnePicPoetry #loveletters #moonmystic #BookishTues  
Your Promises broken left me Haunting memories that I can now allow myself to say Goodbye to. Letting go of the pain
Artist: Mario Sanchez Nevado
#imageprompt

I stood frozen remembering my dream. The masks, the voice saying it was time to unmask. The lake was covered in fog, or was the lake made of fog? The city with the strange buildings, the city whose name was in the play? And the ringing of the phone. #BookishTues