LN Sanby
LightNews LightNews
banner
lnsanby.co.uk
LN Sanby
@lnsanby.co.uk
150 followers 170 following 130 posts
Writer, Composer? Photographer

He/him

WWW.LNSANBY.CO.UK
Posts Replies Media Videos
lnsanby.co.uk
My head sunk into comfort, the plush pumped cradle of dreams, as every thought and panic came flooding to my mind. Soon to awake, real rest delayed; a crick in my neck and an ache of the head. That pillow is a cradle of nothing but self-hate. #vssdaily #prompt #pillow
November 15, 2025 at 9:20 PM
lnsanby.co.uk
Also, turns out #mastering in Studio One is very easy
November 11, 2025 at 12:01 AM
lnsanby.co.uk
Thank you 😊 ❤️ And best of luck with you too. And whatever you do next, I'd love to support you with that
March 26, 2025 at 10:12 PM
lnsanby.co.uk
Thank you for so many brilliant prompts. They were wonderful opportunities to keep writing every single day (even if I've recently not been able to finish any). Your prompts also helped me regain confidence in posting my writing online again. Genuinely, it meant a lot
March 26, 2025 at 8:56 PM
lnsanby.co.uk
Couldn't finish this yesterday, but I'm delighted with how this one turned out 😁 #writingcommunity #writingprompt #poetry #hbp121
A poem with a line illustration of a waterfall. The poem reads: Behind the water wall Safe from prying eyes She slips her slip and lets it fall Twisting into her fresh disguise. But out the dark She slides and rides The darkened pavements In the silent night. Enemy, enemy! Here and there She fell into a sprint! Enemy, enemy! With her garrotte She braids a neck with a tightening metal ring! Enemy, enemy! Everywhere And all the boards did shrink! Enemy, enemy! With despair Nor any blood to drink. Soft of toe And quick with wit She makes escape For her stowed outfit. And to the world A face known by none Is peaceful now Until she slays anon.
February 25, 2025 at 8:09 AM
lnsanby.co.uk
The closing coda
Let me know.
Here is the ending,
And — hearing the end,
I dispensed.
#hbp120
February 23, 2025 at 2:07 PM
lnsanby.co.uk
Don't wake Mother Wolf,
Neither unintended
Or with fault.
Leave her be
And soon we'll see,
Some mighty pups
Nicely weaned.

#hbp118
February 21, 2025 at 8:08 PM
lnsanby.co.uk
#writingcommunity #writingprompt #poetry #hbp116
Ho! What’s this? A little mouse in my bag exists. In my nest, within a tent, Where sleep tonight might be spent. Ho! What too? To join the mouse a nuzzling shrew. It’s twiddling nose seeks out some food, So from a paper cup, I choose to tip out a feast of discarded seeds and nuts. Ho! What here? My tent flap parts to a doe-faced deer. She comes in further, not so nervous And settles, folded, at my side near. Ho! What comes? A snuffling hotchin scrums. With her little piglet pods in toe, Who’s heavy heads find sleep, with gentle nods on soft sock pillows. Ho! “Now then?” I say to greet the badger from out his den. Whose friends the ferret, stoat and marten follow in, And stow inside my boots and socks, like twisted noodle brethren. Ho! What’s this? It seems like in this place, Tucked in this space, with these beasts And critters, a quiet peace exists.
February 19, 2025 at 2:55 PM
lnsanby.co.uk
#writingcommunity #writingprompt #poetry #hbp115 Really enjoyed this prompt!
The wisdom well is opened wide With no cap cover stuck atop to prise No hindrance to the prize inside But still no crowd gathers, No pressing waiting lines. But none can claim to drown, A shame. I’ve known Many who should drink their fill. And even still if they suffered the fall in, They’d slipper the walls with turgid experience — A simple ignorance they would deny And a wider world would not question why.
February 18, 2025 at 10:29 PM
lnsanby.co.uk
The fiddle fell on the ears of the troubled
At the forked fold,
Where choices lead to souls being sold.
And draw the musicians in close,
Their instinct to provoke,
A cacophony of peace for suffering souls.

#hbp112
February 16, 2025 at 8:25 PM
lnsanby.co.uk
Had to delete a couple of commas, but I made it fit 🥳

(For my reference, or I'll think I missed a prompt #hbp107)
February 10, 2025 at 8:45 PM
lnsanby.co.uk
I hadn't expected
To be captured and netted
Last night when I
Shimmied open door locks.

But then again too
I'd not thought it through
Last week as I prised
Windows with plant pots.

And as famous as I may be
For my light touch and subtly
There's always a person who
Captures me with snapshots.
February 10, 2025 at 8:42 PM
lnsanby.co.uk
Sequestered.
Only alone, not
Lonely. And
Only isolated if accepted.

#LuaViEr Day 859 Solo
#poetry #flashfiction #prompt #Acrostic
February 9, 2025 at 9:57 AM
lnsanby.co.uk
#writingcommunity #writingprompt #poetry #hbp104
Left behind are the old punishing tricks Of broken stones, Or a beating stick. Obvious? Yes. The twist is That it is Its purpose: It is a fix. So for every brick We build or dismantle, They decide what, And how many, They'll let us handle.
February 8, 2025 at 9:42 PM
lnsanby.co.uk
Had no idea where this was going beyond the opening sentence. It gets disturbing 😳 #hbp102
They were growing, like an escalator; the more I climbed the stairs, the more stairs there were to climb. I stopped, paused for a moment, and so did the growing limestone steps. I stepped to the right, for a moments respite. Bending, to tie my shoe, the stairs shot from under me into the sky. They were flickering up and up, as the sun highlighted the edges with a stroke of bright. But it didn't happen that way. Only from my position, at the foot of the stairs, did I realise I'd fallen down. In a humble bundle, in a lump on the floor, I could see it all. The stairs falling down. My head, twisted between my legs, had snapped itself upside down after all. Those damned stairs had taken me in the fall.
February 5, 2025 at 7:37 PM
lnsanby.co.uk
Only ever did this to one plant, but I felt so bad 🙄🤭 #writingcommunity #writingprompt #poetry #hbp101
You did not protect me, Left me choking in water Tightly bound With packed arid dust, All that would fill my lungs If it could. The water simply runs off, Overfilling my drip dish Lifting me up, Just to hold on and Drag me back down. You failed to protect me, And now in my pot I alone sit And wither and rot.
February 4, 2025 at 8:46 PM
lnsanby.co.uk
Thank you very much. gz on 100! Looking forward to the next 100 😁
February 3, 2025 at 8:30 PM
lnsanby.co.uk
I did not notice the door.
Until it opened, not a moment before.
My idea went through flapping,
Leaving me floored and cry-laughing.
I'd have thought my thought was secure.

#hbp100
February 3, 2025 at 8:15 PM
lnsanby.co.uk
Sealed inside a hawthorns twisted bole,
Are stepping stones to another land
Of mystery, intrigue, and the fantastical.
Go now and ope the vailed bark marquant.

#hbp99
February 2, 2025 at 8:08 PM
lnsanby.co.uk
Love this, so meta 😄
February 2, 2025 at 2:15 PM
lnsanby.co.uk
This one ended in an entirely different place than I'd planned 🤯
#writingcommunity #writingprompt #flashfiction #hbp97
A man at the front of the gathered group spoke in a whisper which was meant to carry clearly. His date looked forward with a more fixed and purposeful attention than anyone had ever looked at the painting, other than the artist. It was titled: The arcane order meets in the floating city of Tharala, above the valley of the Gods by Ve. “Of course, it lacks realism by being a fantastical vista. Not the artists fault, but their work doesn’t deserve to be here amongst actual realism. If I were running this place, I’d keep this with the digital art prints.” The artist stood forward from beside his date. “You understand the difference between realism and realistic, right?” He looked at her with the same puzzled look a dog gets when hearing their name spoken in a baby voice. “It’s okay, I can explain it for you. We don’t have floating landmasses in reality, no. But by taking that fantastical element, imagining how it would sit in that space and how it would affect everything else around it, and then presenting it in a realistic way with true textures, shading and light. It is imaginative, but it is realism.” The man was stunned, mouth open. Closed. Open. The group shifted with collective cringe, but intrigue kept them from fleeing. “Y-you’re the artist. You are Vena Mulvane?” He asked, stumbling over the words. He reached out a hand and Ve took it before she could stop herself. “I’m such a big fan of your work. I have two of your prints at home.” His date laughed. The group laughed. Ve smiled at him, biting her cheeks to keep control. He was still for three seconds before he turned into the group to flee. They were obliging and parted for him, which only made them laugh more. Before he’d reached the door they had developed a hum of conversation, mostly re-enacting the event as they had seen it. All but for Ve and his date. “Not going after him?” Ve asked. “I was looking to ditch him, he didn’t find my humour funny.” . “What an idiot. I’ll add that tone of red he went to my palette for my new painting. Dedicate it to him, or maybe to you?” “I’d like to see that” “The new painting? How about now? My studio space is upstairs.” “Do you have a name? I can’t keep thinking of you as “the rude man’s date now.” “Yeah, not now I’m your date, I guess. I’ll answer to that, or Clair.” Ve laughed
February 1, 2025 at 11:43 PM
lnsanby.co.uk
#writingcommunity #writingprompt #flashfiction #hbp95
Sophie looked over the Cease & Desist. It claimed she had stolen her ideas, but who could prove that when they didn’t even exist on this plane of existence. Her mouth dried as she reached the seal at the bottom of the page. It was a ram head skewered by a ceremonial knife through its skull. Below it read: THE FECUND RAMM Beyond time and space Extradimensional Law. Copyright, Property, Immortal Bindings & Multi-life Oath legal needs.
January 30, 2025 at 8:29 PM