photetry

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2 sentence horror stories

Create a 2 sentence horror story about anything you'll like or on that you have already written here is a famous example "The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door ..." by Fredric Brown in 1948

photetry in Horror & Thriller

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Gridiron Trials

As the grandfather clock struck midnight, a dark shadow appeared under the cries of a dying man. The dying man struggled to see and once eye contact was made he realized he had been here before.

photetry in Haiku

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Repti-Ku

Aztec Axolotl

Fire lightning water-sprite

Salamander surf

Reticulated

Glass Frog like a stained window

Bares all and within

Toy Chameleon

Forest floor nano walker

World's smallest reptile

Side or hidden neck

Enemies enamel hell

Turtles in a shell

Bobbing and waving

The Bearded Dragon dancer

Waiting in sunlight

Land before humans

Dominate vertebrate group

Extinct land walkers

Challenge

Animal Haiku Challenge #5

Choose any mammal, from large to smal and create a haiku, or several.

Cover image for post No Hush All Hope, by photetry

photetry in Haiku

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No Hush All Hope

Dark inspiration

Musk Ox punches through defeat

Hope in darkened cracks

Fur thick like armor

Pushing through circumstances

Fight for survival

Musk Oxen are large

Unmovable boulders of hope

Never give up sight

Cover image for post Snack Attack, by photetry

photetry in Haiku

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Snack Attack

Late night snack attack

Not the late kind you think of

still licking fingers

Interfused Visions

Chapter 4 of 4

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Visions of Bones

Originally started in 12/2015 and finished 01/2023

I am really really close to my childhood weight again. I've found myself back in the hands of bullies and stress that's caused me to shrivel up.

Over 15 years ago...

I was always defending myself to my peers about my appearance. I looked frail and fragile and visually broken inside. I can't stand another pass of hurtful comments, so I hid. Instead of going to school, I climb into a space in the carport of our apartment complex and wait out the day. I wait until it's time to walk and go pick up my siblings from school. It was my job to get them to school and get them home. And at 14, this was just a normal thing for me to do. I had no friends, no family close by that cared, I just had myself, my siblings, and my drug zombie mom.

The hardest part about being that young and going through the things I went through I had to figure it out on my own. There wasn't someone there waiting to instruct me with a manual how to survive your mom. A huge part of why I would spend most of my time waiting for school to end was because of the bullying I was around. In 9th grade I probably weighed 70 lbs and no taller than 5 feet. I was nicknamed Tiny Tina by nearly anyone and everyone, it was just easier to call me Tiny Tina than Tina I guess. I remember having a crush on a kid in my class and finally building up courage to say something.

This day was filled with red flags but I just didn't listen. The first red flag was my siblings not getting ready for school on time as this was a day I planned on attending school. The second red flag was running late to school, it was odd anxiety because I hardly went to school so why was I even nervous about being late? I make it to class and the next red flag leans over and takes a big smell off me and says, "I love when you come to class because you smell like the cigarette I just put out." while exhaling the air they just saturated in for 10 seconds.

That, that should have told me to run, don't walk just run home. But I stood in place waiting to see a familiar face. When I saw their face walk in the class it was like my mind was doing ninja kicks and flips to the flags that kept waving in my face. My heavy feet walked to their desk and I said, "Hey Chris I like you and I was curious if you liked me too?" suddenly I felt like all the eye were on me at that second. Chris without hesitation and quicker than I could run out of the room says, "Ha, Tiny smelly Tina likes me? Never in a million years would I like you." And that's pretty much the end of my dating life, normal life, friend life, life life.... the end. It felt like it was the end of me.

And as I write this (in 2023) remembering what I went through and how I got through it, I probably would have done the same thing. The world tells you, be you and don't apologize. That's why I would do it again. I am who I am, I can't change that I am a product of my environment. I can't change that my mom wasn't there for me when I needed a mom. I can't change that I didn't have a father to show me how I should be treated. I can't change that I grew up with a step father who hated me and reminded me of such. I can't change that I grew up hungry wearing clothes that didn't fit, that wasn't clean, that smelt of burnt dreams. But I can change what I teach my kids and they will know a much better life than I was given, a much better life than I could have ever imagined.

They will never have a vision of bones.