Whatters2
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I'm curious about a lot of things. Never enough books. Love b&w photography and art. Oh, and by the way, I have a thing for lighthouses. NO POLITICS 🚫
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This space is not for politics, so if that's what you post, please don't bother following me as I will block.
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Georgii Zubkovsky, 1951. “Cat Baiyun”

#illustration #1950s #cats #GeorgiiZubkovsky
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‘I must see my cat before I go to bed,’ said my host. ‘A high wind excites him. Will you come?’

Arthur Conan Doyle
The Brazilian Cat

David Stribbling #BookWormSat
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racheldeering.bsky.social
‘His soul swooned slowly as he heard the
snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the
living and the dead.’ ~
James Joyce , The Dead. #BookWormSat
🖼️ Winter landscape, Pekka Halonen.
Winter Landscape of snow and trees, painting.
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#theBeeAt3
Basic bee facts every day at 3pm.

# 189

An entire #meadow community of flowers relies on 2.5 to 7.5 times more bee species for #pollination than single/crop plant species and locally rare species account for up to 1/4 of the important pollinator species.
#bees
#nature
#environment
🐝🌍
whatters2.bsky.social
The wind came in across the hills and down the slopes like a visitor from a far-off land. Crying like a keening baby through the trees, tossing their limbs in a wild dance. It shook the windows in the cabin as if trying to gain entry. And all I could hear was my name, "Cara, Cara".
#whistpr
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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 October 11, 2025: #VISITOR

#WritingPrompt #Art #WritingCommunity
Drawing in white ink against a black background of the head and neck of a rabbit in the lower right hand corner of the image looking up at a black and white peppered moth flying in from the top left corner to visit.
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blueskyrelay.bsky.social
Hello everyone.

The #blueskyrelay prompt for October 11 is #sublime

@poetickunal.bsky.social is the #BlueSkyRelay host October 8-14.

Thank you everyone, for your wonderful posts! 🐬🏝️🐳
poetickunal.bsky.social
Hello, seekers of wonder! 🏔️✨

The #BlueSkyRelay #prompt for 11 October 2025 is #Sublime 🌠

If you'd like to take over and host the relay the week after me, please don't hesitate to reach out!

#writingcommunity #micropoetry #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity
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Tessie Hutchinson was in the center of a cleared space by now, and she held her hands out desperately as the villagers moved in on her. "It isn't fair," she said. A stone hit her on the side of the head.

Shirley Jackson, The Lottery

#BookWormSat
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‘Sometimes I leaned over till my shadow mingled with that of Miss Sophie; then it seemed to me that we two were one.’ ~ Steen Steensen Blicher, The Diary of a Parish Clerk.

This #BookWormSat celebrates the short story for Blicher’s birthday. Do join us.

🖼️ Émile Friant, 1891.
Two lovers; a man and a woman in black, she is standing, he is sitting, she is looking away, he is looking at her, he is holding her hand, they cast shadows onto the wall behind them. Painting.
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#BookWormSat

"Night and day, wind and storm, tide and earthquake, impeded man no longer. He had harnessed Leviathan. All the old literature, with its praise of Nature, and its fear of Nature, rang false as the prattle of a child."

E M Forster - The Machine Stops
🎨Cosmos Institute
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chrispwriter.bsky.social
Love is wiser than Philosophy, though she is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty.
#BookWormSat

🖋 Oscar Wilde, The Nightingale and the Rose
#BookChatWeekly

🎨Alphonse Mucha
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hookland.bsky.social
The year withers. Dead paths across the ghost soil are revealed. Colder magics rise. Our boots are muddied, we begin to breath like dragons. Our witcheries turn with the season and our ancestors talk a little louder. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky
whatters2.bsky.social
Morning, my lovely hope you're doing ok.🤗
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Fieldfare and Redwing, Tunnicliffe, 1947.
As described, both perched in a tree eating berries, illustration
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racheldeering.bsky.social
‘Villains!' I shrieked. 'Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!’ ~
Edgar Allan Poe, The Tell-Tale Heart and Other Writings. #BookWormSat #Gothtober
🖼️ Rackham
An illustration by Arthur Rackham for Edgar Allan Poe's short story, "The Tell-Tale Heart". It depicts the climax of the story, showing the narrator's confession to the murder of an old man. 
A frantic man, the narrator, is seen in the centre, looking terrified and clutching his head. He is standing on a floor with loose planks. 
Three police officers are standing around him. One of them holds a piece of a ladder or a chair. 
Beneath the floorboards, a dismembered body is visible. 
The narrator's expression and posture convey his distress as he believes he can hear the beating heart of the dead man, which ultimately leads him to confess his crime.
whatters2.bsky.social
Happy Saturday 👋🪦
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'See! Sweet and sound she sleeps in granny's bed, between the paws of the tender wolf.'
-Angela Carter

@signemaene.com welcomes you to #BookWormSat 's celebration of the short story! :-)

🎨Lucy Campbell
Artwork of a girl with long black hair embracing a wolf. Trees in the background. Blue, white colours.
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Without, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnam Villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly.

W. W. Jacobs, The Monkey's Paw

#BookWormSat
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"The rain was cold, pitiless & increasing. A damp, keen wind blew down the cross streets leading from the river. The fumes of the gas works seemed to fall with the rain. The roadway was muddy; the pavement greasy; the lamps burned dimly..." Happy #BookWormSat from Charlotte Riddell (1882)
🎨 Nkabuto
📚 'The Old House on Vauxhall Walk' is one of the short stories that form part of the collection of Charlotte Riddell's 56 published books, novels and story collections, all on the theme of the supernatural. Following the untimely death of her father, the young Carrickfergus born Charlotte moved to London with her mother where she became intimately acquainted with its topography 🎨 Nkabuto (Phuoc Quan)
 is a Vietnamese digital artist who created this piece in 2011.
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vssdaily.bsky.social
The #vssdaily #prompt for 10/11/25 is #knee