Lee Zanello
@lima-zulu.bsky.social
Dad, writer, reader, traveller. 🇨🇦
#vss365 enthusiast
My writing: leezanello.com
#vss365 enthusiast
My writing: leezanello.com
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The only #consolation of not being chosen for heaven or hell was you could choose who to haunt.
It took Omar a long time to decide.
His boss? His ex? He could torment anyone!
In the end he chose to be a ghost for good, nudging his nephew through life, helping his sister where he could.
#vss365
It took Omar a long time to decide.
His boss? His ex? He could torment anyone!
In the end he chose to be a ghost for good, nudging his nephew through life, helping his sister where he could.
#vss365
December 9, 2025 at 1:40 PM
The only #consolation of not being chosen for heaven or hell was you could choose who to haunt.
It took Omar a long time to decide.
His boss? His ex? He could torment anyone!
In the end he chose to be a ghost for good, nudging his nephew through life, helping his sister where he could.
#vss365
It took Omar a long time to decide.
His boss? His ex? He could torment anyone!
In the end he chose to be a ghost for good, nudging his nephew through life, helping his sister where he could.
#vss365
Sometimes driven by avarice, sometimes pure hate, I hear the monster’s voice inside me rehearsing a #soliloquy of ruin.
I won’t answer back, won’t let it know I can hear its plans until it’s too late.
I can’t silence it and I can’t ignore it, but I can trick it.
It does not define me.
#vss365
I won’t answer back, won’t let it know I can hear its plans until it’s too late.
I can’t silence it and I can’t ignore it, but I can trick it.
It does not define me.
#vss365
December 8, 2025 at 11:51 AM
Sometimes driven by avarice, sometimes pure hate, I hear the monster’s voice inside me rehearsing a #soliloquy of ruin.
I won’t answer back, won’t let it know I can hear its plans until it’s too late.
I can’t silence it and I can’t ignore it, but I can trick it.
It does not define me.
#vss365
I won’t answer back, won’t let it know I can hear its plans until it’s too late.
I can’t silence it and I can’t ignore it, but I can trick it.
It does not define me.
#vss365
It holds up one clawed finger, #magenta with its own blood, and pokes at the wound in my leg. I scream, but the pain settles.
More blood and the wound heals.
Every nightmare I’ve ever had comes true here and this beast that has chased me on countless nights… is it now trying to help me?
#vss365
More blood and the wound heals.
Every nightmare I’ve ever had comes true here and this beast that has chased me on countless nights… is it now trying to help me?
#vss365
December 7, 2025 at 3:24 PM
Scratch.
That spot on your hand, right under your thumb joint, is getting bigger, the itch just an #augury of the pain to come.
It grows inside you. Down your hand and up your arm.
Your nails are not sharp enough.
You scratch and never feel relief, until one day it bursts and you leave.
#vss365
That spot on your hand, right under your thumb joint, is getting bigger, the itch just an #augury of the pain to come.
It grows inside you. Down your hand and up your arm.
Your nails are not sharp enough.
You scratch and never feel relief, until one day it bursts and you leave.
#vss365
December 6, 2025 at 1:18 PM
I’m inside your brain, not a thought or a feeling, but a voice, like an itch you can’t reach to scratch.
You’re not pretty enough to be here. These people are too #chic for you. Leave. Hide.
Run.
Your fingers twitch and your neck aches and you’ll do what I say.
You always do.
#vss365
You’re not pretty enough to be here. These people are too #chic for you. Leave. Hide.
Run.
Your fingers twitch and your neck aches and you’ll do what I say.
You always do.
#vss365
December 5, 2025 at 1:33 PM
We ignore them behind us, our #vespertine shadows, pretend not to hear their whispers, plotting to overthrow the light.
They disappear in darkness, but still we hear them under the bed, where all shadows sleep.
By morning, they forget, like goldfish, and follow us again wherever we go.
#vss365
They disappear in darkness, but still we hear them under the bed, where all shadows sleep.
By morning, they forget, like goldfish, and follow us again wherever we go.
#vss365
December 4, 2025 at 1:46 PM
We ignore them behind us, our #vespertine shadows, pretend not to hear their whispers, plotting to overthrow the light.
They disappear in darkness, but still we hear them under the bed, where all shadows sleep.
By morning, they forget, like goldfish, and follow us again wherever we go.
#vss365
They disappear in darkness, but still we hear them under the bed, where all shadows sleep.
By morning, they forget, like goldfish, and follow us again wherever we go.
#vss365
“We take the noble, the #chivalrous, the kindhearted and we break them down, make them feel sadness, loneliness, anger.”
The new class of hell demons chuckled amongst themselves.
“But we don’t take pleasure in it ourselves,”the trainer continued. “After all, this is hell for us, as well.”
#vss365
The new class of hell demons chuckled amongst themselves.
“But we don’t take pleasure in it ourselves,”the trainer continued. “After all, this is hell for us, as well.”
#vss365
December 3, 2025 at 12:48 PM
“We take the noble, the #chivalrous, the kindhearted and we break them down, make them feel sadness, loneliness, anger.”
The new class of hell demons chuckled amongst themselves.
“But we don’t take pleasure in it ourselves,”the trainer continued. “After all, this is hell for us, as well.”
#vss365
The new class of hell demons chuckled amongst themselves.
“But we don’t take pleasure in it ourselves,”the trainer continued. “After all, this is hell for us, as well.”
#vss365
“Being #suave isn’t teachable,” Cam said backstage. “You’re either born with it or you’re not.”
The girls swooned, all except Jules who put a finger in her throat and gagged. I smiled and rolled my eyes.
Later, during curtain call, she squeezed my hand.
I can still feel it to this day.
#vss365
The girls swooned, all except Jules who put a finger in her throat and gagged. I smiled and rolled my eyes.
Later, during curtain call, she squeezed my hand.
I can still feel it to this day.
#vss365
December 1, 2025 at 3:44 PM
Memories swirl together, drifting in and out to the beat of the machine next to the bed.
Young love lost, found, bonfires, cheap guitars, promises meant to #last.
Colicky kids, the cabin, the Grand Canyon.
Grandkids, hands held, fireplace nights.
And then only the beep of the machine.
#vss365
Young love lost, found, bonfires, cheap guitars, promises meant to #last.
Colicky kids, the cabin, the Grand Canyon.
Grandkids, hands held, fireplace nights.
And then only the beep of the machine.
#vss365
November 30, 2025 at 2:11 PM
Callum wasn’t in great shape, more oblong where he should be round, and stretched too thin around the edges.
Overall #health was good, but his personal trainer was worried about the sharper angles forming around his shoulders, trapezius muscles becoming trapezoids.
Too much stress.
#vss365
Overall #health was good, but his personal trainer was worried about the sharper angles forming around his shoulders, trapezius muscles becoming trapezoids.
Too much stress.
#vss365
November 28, 2025 at 3:00 PM
I know it’s not our #Thanksgiving, but I’ll share that today I am grateful for the promotions folder/filter in my email.
November 27, 2025 at 4:07 PM
I know it’s not our #Thanksgiving, but I’ll share that today I am grateful for the promotions folder/filter in my email.
My shadow’s been curious lately.
Peeking around the edges of my frame, shivering in the light, #learning what life is like beyond where it’s meant to be.
I’m encouraging, stepping to the side slowly, crouching, giving it space to grow, just like I would with a child, if I could have one.
#vss365
Peeking around the edges of my frame, shivering in the light, #learning what life is like beyond where it’s meant to be.
I’m encouraging, stepping to the side slowly, crouching, giving it space to grow, just like I would with a child, if I could have one.
#vss365
November 27, 2025 at 1:31 PM
Renata’s #reflection was missing again.
She looked everywhere: the toaster, the kitchen tap, her phone, turned off.
“Where did you last see it?” Pat asked.
Renata thought. The powder room at the auto body repair shop!
Sure enough, there she was.
With sad smiles, they both said “sorry”.
#vss365
She looked everywhere: the toaster, the kitchen tap, her phone, turned off.
“Where did you last see it?” Pat asked.
Renata thought. The powder room at the auto body repair shop!
Sure enough, there she was.
With sad smiles, they both said “sorry”.
#vss365
November 26, 2025 at 1:03 PM
Renata’s #reflection was missing again.
She looked everywhere: the toaster, the kitchen tap, her phone, turned off.
“Where did you last see it?” Pat asked.
Renata thought. The powder room at the auto body repair shop!
Sure enough, there she was.
With sad smiles, they both said “sorry”.
#vss365
She looked everywhere: the toaster, the kitchen tap, her phone, turned off.
“Where did you last see it?” Pat asked.
Renata thought. The powder room at the auto body repair shop!
Sure enough, there she was.
With sad smiles, they both said “sorry”.
#vss365
A bit of a life update on the One Word Blog this morning.
Looking forward to daily prompt writing and reading resuming tomorrow.
leezanello.com/still/
Looking forward to daily prompt writing and reading resuming tomorrow.
leezanello.com/still/
Still | leezanello.com
The air around me is still, as if it's just now decided the change of season is upon us and it's stepping gently into winter, so as not to disturb it too much.
leezanello.com
November 25, 2025 at 4:40 PM
A bit of a life update on the One Word Blog this morning.
Looking forward to daily prompt writing and reading resuming tomorrow.
leezanello.com/still/
Looking forward to daily prompt writing and reading resuming tomorrow.
leezanello.com/still/
Last week was vacation.
“I’ll get back into my routines for sure when I get home,” I said. “Morning #vss365 writing to get the day started right!”
It lasted one day.
Now the #reality of life has settled back in, and here I am at 3:00 pm wolfing down a cracker and barely getting a write done.
“I’ll get back into my routines for sure when I get home,” I said. “Morning #vss365 writing to get the day started right!”
It lasted one day.
Now the #reality of life has settled back in, and here I am at 3:00 pm wolfing down a cracker and barely getting a write done.
a man is pointing at a bulletin board that says `` me explaining my schedule to others ''
ALT: a man is pointing at a bulletin board that says `` me explaining my schedule to others ''
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November 18, 2025 at 7:54 PM
Heading home today after a week in paradise, though you wouldn’t know it by my photo reel: 10 pictures total. Days lounging, reading, phone locked away, letting my brain #transport me to creative places I haven’t been for a while.
First vs. last morning on the patio.
It’s been a good week.
#vss365
First vs. last morning on the patio.
It’s been a good week.
#vss365
November 15, 2025 at 1:09 PM
Heading home today after a week in paradise, though you wouldn’t know it by my photo reel: 10 pictures total. Days lounging, reading, phone locked away, letting my brain #transport me to creative places I haven’t been for a while.
First vs. last morning on the patio.
It’s been a good week.
#vss365
First vs. last morning on the patio.
It’s been a good week.
#vss365
Opinion dressed up as #science, crowned as fact. We see it in our feeds where those too stupid to know they’re stupid like and share with certainty, cheap, loud and hollow, proudly torching the very evidence that could save them.
We used to value knowledge; now, the stupid have taken over.
#vss365
We used to value knowledge; now, the stupid have taken over.
#vss365
November 14, 2025 at 2:10 PM
Lose. My. #Number.
She spits out every syllable. We’ve chosen third period lunch for maximum viewership and the crowd oohs.
Later, near the old lockers, we hug in private.
“She’ll say yes,” she reassures me.
“So will Ben,” I reply.
We aren’t great together, but we make a good team.
#vss365
She spits out every syllable. We’ve chosen third period lunch for maximum viewership and the crowd oohs.
Later, near the old lockers, we hug in private.
“She’ll say yes,” she reassures me.
“So will Ben,” I reply.
We aren’t great together, but we make a good team.
#vss365
November 13, 2025 at 2:15 PM
After 100 years, the details get forgotten, the story shortened; only the end, the moral, the theme is remembered by most.
The hero passes into #myth and, while it still holds true that the journey is more important than the destination, it’s the latter that inspires new journeys to begin.
#vss365
The hero passes into #myth and, while it still holds true that the journey is more important than the destination, it’s the latter that inspires new journeys to begin.
#vss365
November 12, 2025 at 1:36 PM
Nan rocked by the window, tea cooling in her hands. His laughter still in the walls, neighbours spoke of his kindness, tried to #measure it in deeds and days, but she knew better, knew that kindness moved through being, not space and, once set in motion, was infinite, just like their love.
#vss365
#vss365
November 11, 2025 at 2:00 PM
The greatest works in all #literature have been, more likely than not, binned in an estate sale or lost to a fire.
Notebooks and hard drives full of manuscripts missing one common ingredient: the grit and determination of the author to seek publication.
#vss365
Notebooks and hard drives full of manuscripts missing one common ingredient: the grit and determination of the author to seek publication.
#vss365
November 10, 2025 at 12:55 PM
The greatest works in all #literature have been, more likely than not, binned in an estate sale or lost to a fire.
Notebooks and hard drives full of manuscripts missing one common ingredient: the grit and determination of the author to seek publication.
#vss365
Notebooks and hard drives full of manuscripts missing one common ingredient: the grit and determination of the author to seek publication.
#vss365