#VSS365 Posts
April
The bus was freezing. Record lows, the heater didn’t work, and she had forgotten her #mittens.
— B L Knight, Writer (@Writer_Bex) April 25, 2020
What else was expected from a $20 bus ride to NYC? This would be an adventure for sure.
“Share?” She looked over to her friend who was offering one glove. She smiled.
“Yes!”#vss365
The tequila's burn scalded his heartbreak, but nothing seemed to lessen it. The noise of chattering at the bar and terrible music did nothing for distraction but was giving him a migraine.
— B L Knight, Writer (@Writer_Bex) April 24, 2020
The #damage was done, and he had nothing left except his new friend Jose.#vss365
The walls down the corridor are lined with #rubies. Candles flickering from chandeliers make the walls dance., and the glossy marble floors beckons the group to keep moving forward.
— B L Knight, Writer (@Writer_Bex) April 21, 2020
"I never could have imagined this," Lir manages; Rin shakes her head.
"Who could?"#VSS365
She steps out of the cab and the eerily silence of Times Square sends a chill down her spine. The empty #streets are indicative of the world sitting off its tilt.
— B L Knight, Writer (@Writer_Bex) April 19, 2020
Surrounded by the constant light show performing without its usual audience, she whispers, "One day."#VSS365
She #cranes her neck to look for him.
— B L Knight, Writer (@Writer_Bex) April 7, 2020
Her phone lights up with messages. "Is he there yet?" "Are you early?"
She was early. Her nerves tingle her fingertips in anticipation. Maybe it was a bad idea.
"Hey." She looks up and into his eyes. Her chest burst into bloom.#vss365
January
The room is #lively, but the friends don't feel cheer.
— B L Knight, Writer (@Writer_Bex) January 11, 2020
People had died. There was war. Though it may be over for world around them, it still battled within each of them.
They flinch as firecrackers pop around them. More cheers.
"How do we move on?"
"I don't know."#vss365
Everyone always told her she was #inquistive, but it had always seemed like a pejorative.
— B L Knight, Writer (@Writer_Bex) January 10, 2020
Now, tied to a chair, awaiting the return of her captor, she wonders if they were right to.
"They'd all be so smug now," she thinks.
In the distance, she hears his footsteps.#vss365
“Narwhals are REAL?!?” She exclaims.
— B L Knight, Writer (@Writer_Bex) January 3, 2020
The group turns to look at her.
“Uhm.. yes? What did you think they were?” Liz asks.
“They were always likened to #unicorns. They’re the unicorns of the sea,” she responds.
The friends all look at each other and begin laughing.#vss365
December
Darkness surrounds her, but the room is humid & smells of iron; a faint, almost rhythmic, dripping across the room.
— B L Knight, Writer (@Writer_Bex) December 31, 2019
“Dan?!” She whispers harshly.
Footsteps. *click* A spotlight floods the room revealing Dan’s limp, mauled, bloody body.
“Are you ready for my #encore?”#vss365
The world had not ended. Another decade had come and gone, & they were still here. They could hear the cheers from the city from miles away
— B L Knight, Writer (@Writer_Bex) December 30, 2019
The 5 friends sat there #cocooned by their love for one another.
No one else would understand what had been at risk.
“Slàinte.”#vss365
"They said it wasn't hard to #find. Just a left, second right, third left, and then turn left at the crooked tree on the right."
— B L Knight, Writer (@Writer_Bex) December 26, 2019
Jim blinks at her.
"What? This is how people got directions before GPS," she shrugs.
"We're definitely getting murdered," Jim sighs.#vss365
The house smelled of cinnamon, pine, & love. His grandsons run by him giggling as his daughter gleefully shouts about the snow falling.
— B L Knight, Writer (@Writer_Bex) December 23, 2019
“Norman.”
He opens his eyes as the nurse spreads the curtains revealing the peeling wallpaper and tray with his daily #pudding.#vss365
“How would you do it?”
— B L Knight, Writer (@Writer_Bex) December 22, 2019
“What? Murder someone?” She contemplates, “hmm.. maybe an #icicle?”
“Icicle!?”
“Yeah.. no murder weapon, no fingerprints, no dna. Perfect crime.”
They both stare outside to the tundra surrounding them, & David shifts uncomfortably in his seat.
#vss365
She is mere seconds away from meeting him; her heart batters her chest. Palms clammy.
— B L Knight, Writer (@Writer_Bex) December 20, 2019
“What do I say?!” She thinks, “it must be #profound.”
She steps forward, her body electric.
“Hi there,” he said smiling and shakes her hand.
“Hi, I’m… you —“ she faints.#vss365
His #suave demeanor distracts her.
— B L Knight, Writer (@Writer_Bex) December 18, 2019
She shifts in her chair as he rattles on about numbers or something.
‘This desk looks sturdy; too bad for glass walls,’ she thinks, smiling.
“So, you agree then?”
She snaps back to reality and nods. Eye contact.
He definitely knows.#VSS365
Days had passed. He wasn’t sure how many because the #sliver of sunlight hadn’t returned.
— B L Knight, Writer (@Writer_Bex) December 17, 2019
The air felt thicker with each breath. He calculated he had only hours before it was too thick to swallow at all.
But he was calm. When they found him, he would look peaceful.#VSS365
“The trek is long, and I can’t promise we’ll make it back,” Catriona warns her friend.
— B L Knight, Writer (@Writer_Bex) December 16, 2019
Rin says nothing as she dips her scarf into the river. Taking a deep breath as she #wrings it out, she looks back at Iona.
“When do we leave?”
A knowing smirk grows between them.#vss365
The cliff was their favorite place at sunset. #Pastel skies softened the world around them, & they sat in loving silence.
— B L Knight, Writer (@Writer_Bex) December 15, 2019
Now he’s gone. The cliff looks jagged & unwelcoming, but she settles alone on its edge.
Orchid skies flood the valley, & she smiles, “I miss you.”#VSS365
His hat sat just high enough to make out his #serpentine smile.
— B L Knight, Writer (@Writer_Bex) December 12, 2019
“You just gotta trust me,” he drawled.
Liza was done doing things just because others thought she should.
“I don’t *gotta* do nothin’,” she growled, tightening her grip on the knife’s handle.#vss365
Thick smoke fills her lungs as she scratches for air. Then she sees it. Movement. Even enveloped in darkness she sees the man.
— B L Knight, Writer (@Writer_Bex) December 10, 2019
She grasps for him but returns with only ash. Hope quickly dissolves into the darkness – lost to the #mirage.
#vss365
B L Knight 