Every year, I forget that the transition from summer to fall hits me like a brick wall. Nothing like a seasonal reminder of your own mortality. As a treat. Anyway, I'll be back later.
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Every year, I forget that the transition from summer to fall hits me like a brick wall. Nothing like a seasonal reminder of your own mortality. As a treat. Anyway, I'll be back later.
Under the floorboards, she finds salt water.
You're supine on a wood floor. It always ends here. Not just trees, but the spaces between trees. Not just memories, but... Vines turn to rust; veins wither. Memories of memories. No worse than a dull knife, yet- Tick tock, says a beetle burrowing through your heart. You're too #late. #whistpr
Rock Looked Way Cooler Wet
That's brilliant! I love the hat. I'm making myself wait until October until I rewatch it.
I'm also sporting compression socks today. It's a mood.
You're late. Bills, meetings, deadlines. You're late. Birthdays, appointments, rent. You're lying in the woods while acorns rattle around your skull and mice nest in your ribs. The watch on your wrist continues to tick like a cricket as night falls. You're late. #whistpr #late
Yes! I read about this church recently, which gave me the idea. Also, welcome back! I hope you had a good trip.
A daily word prompt meant to inspire any type of creativity. Share your art, original words, poetry, writing snippets, photos, etc. NO A/"I" please! Alt text on images appreciated. Tag your post: #whistpr Word for August 25, 2025: #LATE #WritingPrompt #Art #WritingCommunity
Missed connection: I was a knife in a steady hand. You were also a knife. Maybe we could have kept each other safe. Maybe we still can.
Evening drive... Storm clouds above, cornfields below. Wildflowers blooming in an old boat. Pylons marching across the prairie.
#SenryuSunday #Senryu #Haiku staring contest ceiling spider wins again
We report in late light: late August, and we are losing the sun faster. If only for that reason, the nights are not quite as warm when the darkness lingers for longer. The ground is covered in leaves fallen too soon, and our steps lift dust off the path; the season is turning.
You're waiting in line at Starbucks when the person in front of you orders a latte and drops dead. These things happen. A blue-haired barista checks a tag on the body's toe. "Pumpkin spice corpse for Dean," they announce. "It's actually Death," a giant turkey vulture murmurs, collecting breakfast.
Aries: You’ll soon have the perfect beach body. Your skin will turn to sand. The tides will wash over you. Young crabs will burrow into you. It’ll be nice.
Book left open to time and the weather on a bench in the local cemetery. By chance or design the last sentence reads: "There's nothing out here to be afraid of, not in this little city on this quiet night.'
Saw a lady at the farm store with a chihuahua stuffed in her cleavage. This is why women's clothing needs real pockets.
I offer my apologies to the #serpent; sinuous, quiet, frankly lovely when considered at a distance sleeping in a palm of sun. What comparison is there really, between a perfect knot & the fisted nut at the heart of a #malformed man? Given a choice, I would rather hold the snake. #whistpr #vss365
Night by night the comet traces serpentine across the sky, trajectory altered by gas clouds, by meteor showers, by solar flares. By the inexplicable currents of outer space, particles and energies invisible even to astronomers, some great cosmic maelstrom we earthlings can't yet recognize. #whistpr
The sea is cold and grey, while the beach is empty due to the wind and rumors of a sea #serpent. A barefoot figure in a sweater kneels before the tide. #Luminescent green coils ripple beneath the surface. The figure slowly pulls the sweater's cuffs over its scales before leaving. #whistpr
A daily word prompt meant to inspire any type of creativity. Share your art, original words, poetry, writing snippets, photos, etc. NO A/"I" please! Alt text on images appreciated. Tag your post: #whistpr Word for August 24, 2025: #LUMINESCENT #WritingPrompt #Art #WritingCommunity
This is the best thing I've read today. Thank you.
I shouldn't judge. I lost my faith at Walmart.
You thought giving your life to Christ in a Cracker Barrel parking lot was bad? At McDonald's, they baptize you in the deep fryer.
In the pasture, where there should be cattle, we sometimes see cattle-shaped glitches. Clipping through the tall grass, wide and faceless, spinning like an object in a dream
All night, #malformed poetry dripped from her WiFi, seeping into appliances. Her fridge whirred Shellyan odes to rapidly souring milk. The toaster attempted Bashō in looped warbling: Two breads⌄One burn~Ding^ She was finally woken by the juicer grinding out Howl at 5am. #vss365
The jackdaws in the area are used to me feeding them, and sometimes they place little trinkets on the wall. We've had coins, a key from a computer keyboard, and today... a perfectly round piece of red glass. After I left them a handful of withered cherries forgotten in the fridge.
A daily word prompt meant to inspire any type of creativity. Share your art, original words, poetry, writing snippets, photos, etc. NO A/"I" please! Alt text on images appreciated. Tag your post: #whistpr Word for August 23, 2025: #SERPENT #WritingPrompt #Art #WritingCommunity
Green beans? More like human beans.
Thank you for your email. I am currently out-of-body, remote viewing Io, Jupiter's innermost moon. My detached consciousness will have limited access to email during this time.
It's a vintage saucer. 😉🛸
Ha! "Oh, I was saving that for zucchini bread," you say, indicating their new green leader. Your fate is sealed.
*curled up like a radioactive fetal shrimp* This is fine.
(joni mitchell voice) Gave my life to christ in a cracker barrel parking lot
A will-o'-the-wisp wraps its cold blue light around itself like a cardigan. "Hello?" it blinks. The #hive of glowing things on the log flickers. A greeting? Warning? Maybe it's an #alien dialect. The will-o'-the-wisp peers closer at the mushrooms glowing green with foxfire. "...friend?" #whistpr
we only call it a cat because it’s definitely not any of the other things
“And to my children, I leave to you…” *licks finger and flips through DSM-5*
Early one morning, as autumn was growing cold, Josiah awoke to feel the ground shifting. It was the annual village migration. All the northern villages had been constructed on the backs of behemoths, impossibly huge creatures covered in scales like vast, gray cobblestones. #vss #sff 1/5
Everything hurts. I feel like a bog body that needs to be cracked like a glow stick before leading travelers astray because they mistook it for a radioactive will-o-the-wisp.
last glow of fireflies blinking low in tall grasses humid August night #dailyhaikuprompt humid
hand on the back of her head ░ her mouth ░ reeks of genetic ░ data ░░ sweat ░ in my circuits ░ I feel re-░ wiring ░░ there is a place ░░ everything ░ is w ⚘ ater ░ I’m going ░ to die ░░ I want ░ w ⚘ nt ░░ want to speak only in flowers ⚘⚘ #vss365 #reek #scififri
You wake to the sound of a flying saucer crashing in your garden. The aliens are attempting to communicate with a large taciturn zucchini. Their saucer has a blue willow pattern that depicts martians fishing for humans. You sneak back inside and leave the zucchini to negotiate. #whistpr #alien
A daily word prompt meant to inspire any type of creativity. Share your art, original words, poetry, writing snippets, photos, etc. NO A/"I" please! Alt text on images appreciated. Tag your post: #whistpr Word for August 22, 2025: #ALIEN #WritingPrompt #Art #WritingCommunity
I am waiting. Impatiently.
Letting rescue dogs experience new things is so fun. I'm glad it was a good trip!
I hope you can rest. 💚
I suspect he's part of the reason my dad thinks parents should be their kids' first introduction to pain. Because that's normal.
Albert had a good day.
Thanks for reading! (No, never.)
"In my father's house are many mansions. Many mansions. Many mansions." The angels add a new wing to their nest using your #pastel pulp. Ms. Vespid calls to complain that her home health aide never showed up. Third time it's happened. Yes, it's quite the coincidence. She'll pray for them. #whistpr
Saucers of rotting fruit litter the floral carpet. A host of compound eyes weighs your #pastel paper soul and finds it flimsy. "Beee not afraid," Ms. Vespid buzzes. You've never been more afraid in your life; it doesn't last long. The angels lay eggs in your hexagonal cells. You are home. #whistpr
Yes, the sleep paralysis demon sounds like Billy Crystal. Of course.
Beee not afraid 💚
You stare at the paper nest taking up half the living room, with #pastel cells made from old birthday napkins. Angels with articulated limbs and compound eyes crawl across the ceiling. "Have you met my friends?" Ms. Vespid quavers. Her milky eyes narrow. "They're hungry. We're hungry." #whistpr
This form is limiting
Spirals within spirals 🌼
Brilliant! Especially the ending.
Sir Eric was called down to the village market to deal with a large bird monster sitting among the booths. “I hear you’re scaring everyone,” he said. “What are you supposed to be?” “I’m a harbinger!” it said. “What do you harbinge?” The creature spread its wings. “Doom, mostly.” #vss 1/3
You idly stir a cup of coffee while contemplating the #eternity between raindrops on a cafe window. "Ouch," a voice says from the mug. "Get. Out." You nudge the sleep paralysis demon with a spoon. "You did order the dark roast." It blows bubbles in the coffee. "You're a health hazard." #whistpr
If it works with foxes & fleas... You grab a stick & wade into a river. "Wait-" Your sleep paralysis demon clutches your shoulder. "Get. On. The. Stick," you grunt through the stick in your mouth. "Oh fuck no." The demon #seethes on top of your head. "You know I'm allergic to tap water." #vss365
August is a vibe in much the same way fluorescent lighting is a vibe
When green leaves turn to gold, cathedrals migrate across the countryside. Last night you heard one, alone on the moors. It was calling to the horned moon. An aching, curlew cry, drawn from a thousand-pipe organ. You drew closer to the fire and wished for something warmer than tea. #whistpr #wish
We have good taste. 😆
"Are there rules?" You peer into the old well. Of course there are rules. The silver koi sighs. "A #wish must be inversely proportional to the object upon which you pin the wish like a dying moth." No wonder humans hitch their paltry hopes to passing stars. You drop a coin in the well. #whistpr
me: with age comes wis- autocorrect: -consin
Tourists disappear from the beach. Seagulls maintain their innocence.
As a treat
*whimsically walks into the bog*
acorns punctuating my afternoon nap
You take a bus to the edge of the world. A #wasteland littered with cigarettes & prophylactics. You peer into the void through a rusty fence. Mining equipment at the bottom of the pit resembles toy trucks. "Fucking depressing," you mutter into the wind. The void screams softly in reply. #whistpr
You know the pluots were Left Behind to reckon with their ungodly chimerical existence.
Tried LaCroix for the first time. Good flavor, but rather ephemeral. Like someone baptized an apricot in seltzer water, and then it was immediately raptured.
Thanks! 💚🪲
That's exciting and exhausting. I hope everything works out!
As the house sinks into the earth, a crack in the wall behind your bed deepens, through plaster and brick and the fabric of reality. A mosaic of tiny beetles spills across your pillow. You dream of time, flying away home on iridescent wings. #whistpr #mosaic
Overheard: "Yeah, I have a psychic connection with the pigeons."
The FBI agent monitoring my search history: "Werner Herzog's suicidal penguin. Again."
Thanks, Jenny! 💚
Your heart is too #fragile, so you throw a coin in the river and wish for a stronger one. "Wishes are tricky fishes," the old frog croaks. A stone from the riverbed sinks in your chest. You feel cool water and rustling reeds. You feel minnows and kingfishers. You step into the river. #whistpr
Speak, friend, and enter.
I love all of these, especially day 8!
You're eating chowder at the Milky Way Cafe when a hoary star-sailor joins you. "If ya fish for the sturgeon moon," he grunts, "use Wormhole bait, but avoid their tiny #fangs, or you'll be flung across the galaxy. I miss my family." "Harold. Stop scaring the customers," a waiterbot beeps. #whistpr
It's tempting!
That sounds like a wonderful vacation. Safe travels!
Which book is this?
Hunting for gods in the Sandhills where there's limited cell service. It disrupts the divine signal. You are nowhere. You are now here.
I recently saw a goose try to take down a very tall man. They're scary!
Does your demon take its tea with lemon or sugar?
August: Taking cold meteor showers to beat the heatwave. Sunflowers & sun-bleached plastic flamingos. Can't see the fog for the wildfire smoke. Reading Engine Summer (Crowley) & dreaming of saints in trees. Woolly watercolor moon. Foundling zucchini on doorsteps. August is the Thursday of the year.
I love these bark bugs. Do you use pens to draw on the bark?
Summer can't last forever!
"I am old, Gandalf...like cold butter spread over too much frail bread."
I watched the show in one night and immediately started the first book. Both are so good.
*slaps tiny apple* This bad boy can hold so much forbidden knowledge.
If you give a dog a zucchini, she's going to ask for a muffin to go with it.
😆
Art. This is art.