Mary Margaret Brindha
@blondie16bear.bsky.social
Published Author, Writer & Poet. Lover of books, art, music, cooking and gardening. " Open your heart wide to Wisdom & Knowledge " - is my sacred scribbling.
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The treasures secured at a very young age was too immense for Mary.
Be it Wisdom, #Honour, Pride, Glory, Wealth, Name and Fame
But for more than a decade pirates went absconded stealing all these golden valuables without #measures
Indeed it was "GOD'S GIFT" and Future !!!
#vss365
#Bravewrite
Be it Wisdom, #Honour, Pride, Glory, Wealth, Name and Fame
But for more than a decade pirates went absconded stealing all these golden valuables without #measures
Indeed it was "GOD'S GIFT" and Future !!!
#vss365
#Bravewrite
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November 14, 2025 at 2:18 PM
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“Mina, my name is Zorla. I am in charge of this #science
station. We are pleased to have acquired such an invaluable specimen. You may not understand yet, but
your complete set of Sotkari Ta genes makes you quite the prize. We acquired you at a lot of risk and expense.”
#vss365
station. We are pleased to have acquired such an invaluable specimen. You may not understand yet, but
your complete set of Sotkari Ta genes makes you quite the prize. We acquired you at a lot of risk and expense.”
#vss365
November 14, 2025 at 2:31 PM
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He threw files into a briefcase, ejected the jump drive, and said adieu to his office of 30 years. Resignations would be sent later.
Evelyn hoisted her overflowing knapsack. “Ready for New England?”
“ #Science won’t disappear on our watch.”
They drove north from Bethesda. #vss365
Evelyn hoisted her overflowing knapsack. “Ready for New England?”
“ #Science won’t disappear on our watch.”
They drove north from Bethesda. #vss365
November 14, 2025 at 2:43 PM
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The feelings of déjà vu make sense now I know I wasn’t born. Not this time around. I was resurrected. A triumph of #science.
They won’t say how I died, but they steer me away from the sea.
It calls to me.
“Don’t fear me,” it says. “I was only helping you escape them.” #vss365
They won’t say how I died, but they steer me away from the sea.
It calls to me.
“Don’t fear me,” it says. “I was only helping you escape them.” #vss365
a large body of water with waves and foam coming out of it
ALT: a large body of water with waves and foam coming out of it
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November 14, 2025 at 1:49 PM
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November 14, 2025 at 10:15 AM
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There were some that speculated that The Enemy had managed to recreate gate technology, or that even their ships could create gates, individually, in order to arrive anywhere in the blink of an eye.
Dylan didn’t understand the #science, but it didn’t matter. They still needed to fly.
#vss365
Dylan didn’t understand the #science, but it didn’t matter. They still needed to fly.
#vss365
November 14, 2025 at 9:20 AM
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Rainwater beats
Unsparingly
Against
My windowpane
I wonder
If God chose to drown
The whole World
Once again
The Horsemen ride
War, Famine, Plague
With Death
To end an Age
I struggle to
Make sense of it
But I am not
That sage
I am a man
Of #science…
But I’m not
Ashamed to pray
#vss365
Unsparingly
Against
My windowpane
I wonder
If God chose to drown
The whole World
Once again
The Horsemen ride
War, Famine, Plague
With Death
To end an Age
I struggle to
Make sense of it
But I am not
That sage
I am a man
Of #science…
But I’m not
Ashamed to pray
#vss365
a painting of a noah 's ark in the rain with picmix below it
Alt: a painting of Noah's Ark in the rain with picmix logo below it
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November 14, 2025 at 8:47 AM
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Toad found a lantern in the attic. “Frog will see this light. I will show him the way out of the woods,” said Toad.
November 14, 2025 at 2:37 AM
Toad found a lantern in the attic. “Frog will see this light. I will show him the way out of the woods,” said Toad.
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November 13, 2025 at 2:26 PM
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“Montor, this war is killing us. Our clan’s #number-s are dwindling, but you must grow up strong to continue your father’s lineage. It is what he would have wanted.”
His words change my perspective. I will focus my
defiant nature on survival and make my father proud.
#vss365
His words change my perspective. I will focus my
defiant nature on survival and make my father proud.
#vss365
November 13, 2025 at 3:08 PM
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watching the nightfall
mix with the first season’s snow
flakes number climbs on
marking what goes and what stays
winter taking its measure
#DailyHaikuPrompt #first_snow #vss365 #number #measure #tanka 🖼️ Aizel illustrates
mix with the first season’s snow
flakes number climbs on
marking what goes and what stays
winter taking its measure
#DailyHaikuPrompt #first_snow #vss365 #number #measure #tanka 🖼️ Aizel illustrates
November 13, 2025 at 6:44 PM
watching the nightfall
mix with the first season’s snow
flakes number climbs on
marking what goes and what stays
winter taking its measure
#DailyHaikuPrompt #first_snow #vss365 #number #measure #tanka 🖼️ Aizel illustrates
mix with the first season’s snow
flakes number climbs on
marking what goes and what stays
winter taking its measure
#DailyHaikuPrompt #first_snow #vss365 #number #measure #tanka 🖼️ Aizel illustrates
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Mum recalls only 1 phone #number now: our old landline from the 80s. Today she dialled it.
“Yes, she’s here,” she said, passing me the handset.
Instead of a dead line came a child’s voice.
Mine.
“Talk to her like you’re still me,” it said. “That’s when she’s herself.” #vss365o
“Yes, she’s here,” she said, passing me the handset.
Instead of a dead line came a child’s voice.
Mine.
“Talk to her like you’re still me,” it said. “That’s when she’s herself.” #vss365o
a pink telephone with a spiral cord is sitting on a pink table .
ALT: a pink telephone with a spiral cord is sitting on a pink table .
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November 13, 2025 at 10:17 PM
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The #number of blooms
in #nature’s yard multiply
how long will they last?
©️Purple Polly
#vss365 #HaikuChallenge
in #nature’s yard multiply
how long will they last?
©️Purple Polly
#vss365 #HaikuChallenge
November 13, 2025 at 12:09 PM
The #number of blooms
in #nature’s yard multiply
how long will they last?
©️Purple Polly
#vss365 #HaikuChallenge
in #nature’s yard multiply
how long will they last?
©️Purple Polly
#vss365 #HaikuChallenge
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Running to escape time
How insane
Humankind
Turning
Churning
Burning
For what?
A dime
Chained to a clock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
One #number after another
All in Death’s circle
Line up
Fill your cup
Life starts
Uh, where?
A place few ever go
That breath called Now
#BraveWrite #vss365
#PoetryCommunity
How insane
Humankind
Turning
Churning
Burning
For what?
A dime
Chained to a clock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
One #number after another
All in Death’s circle
Line up
Fill your cup
Life starts
Uh, where?
A place few ever go
That breath called Now
#BraveWrite #vss365
#PoetryCommunity
a woman in a white dress is holding a large clock that is breaking
Alt: a woman in a white dress is holding a large clock that is breaking
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November 13, 2025 at 10:36 AM
Running to escape time
How insane
Humankind
Turning
Churning
Burning
For what?
A dime
Chained to a clock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
One #number after another
All in Death’s circle
Line up
Fill your cup
Life starts
Uh, where?
A place few ever go
That breath called Now
#BraveWrite #vss365
#PoetryCommunity
How insane
Humankind
Turning
Churning
Burning
For what?
A dime
Chained to a clock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
One #number after another
All in Death’s circle
Line up
Fill your cup
Life starts
Uh, where?
A place few ever go
That breath called Now
#BraveWrite #vss365
#PoetryCommunity
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#blueskyrelay
#fairy #poetry #prompt
A fairy lives between my fractured selves
a tiny saboteur.
She stirs the cynic,
tugs the witch’s hair,
tips the mother off balance.
Harmony?
She laughs,
and lets my selves
fight it out.
#fairy #poetry #prompt
A fairy lives between my fractured selves
a tiny saboteur.
She stirs the cynic,
tugs the witch’s hair,
tips the mother off balance.
Harmony?
She laughs,
and lets my selves
fight it out.
November 13, 2025 at 10:03 AM
#blueskyrelay
#fairy #poetry #prompt
A fairy lives between my fractured selves
a tiny saboteur.
She stirs the cynic,
tugs the witch’s hair,
tips the mother off balance.
Harmony?
She laughs,
and lets my selves
fight it out.
#fairy #poetry #prompt
A fairy lives between my fractured selves
a tiny saboteur.
She stirs the cynic,
tugs the witch’s hair,
tips the mother off balance.
Harmony?
She laughs,
and lets my selves
fight it out.
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The only thing that concerned Dylan was whether The Enemy or his ‘navy’ had the greater #number of ships. The Enemy weren’t that much more advanced, or that much better at fighting. It came down to pluck and spirit and who had more shooty things.
They seemed unending, though. Too many.
#vss365
They seemed unending, though. Too many.
#vss365
November 13, 2025 at 9:29 AM