I'm sure the ghost moved the #frets on my guitar. All my songs convulse into wailing. The ghost loves to listen, brings her friends and they lap it up, try to dance, looks awkward without bones. When I stop they moan for more. My fingers bleed and throat shreds.
Encore.
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They never cut my umbilical cord. Mum said if I felt lost I could use it to weave baxk through my #history to a better time. But it's been 50 years of stumbling and now it's long, trodden, twisted and knotted around my ankles. If I take one more step I will surely fall. #vss365
Solve the #conundrum and I'll runaway with you she said. He dwelt and jotted, transcribed and transposed. Consulted a mathematician who stole his heart and they took off for Ipswich. He left a note, I figured it out, it said, We were never meant to be.
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Our song comes on the radio. You twirl me round the kitchen crooning, "#stuck on you.." when your shoelace gets entangled in my skirt. It wraps itself around my ankle and starts to writhe up my leg, sinking into my skin.
Permanently, your shoe now dangles from my knee.
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@sarahmadmum Hi Sarah. #vss365 is a daily prompt where the host changes every 2 weeks. The current host is @KelvinROfficial. Write your micro fiction in 1 tweet and include the hashtag and prompt. Sorry for the clumsy explanation, good luck with the pitmad ๐ค๐
I came to the house with a #request: make my friend be well inside. The house snarled, put out an indifferent porch. I struck the door bell. It sent no-smoke into the grey. I shook the roof. Broke a hundred walls, stared down the windows. 'My friend, quick, let's run'. #vss365