P Horine
@writing-thru.bsky.social
Aspiring experimental fiction author. Sometimes poetry. American living in France.
His love spread like a vine rooted in fecund compost, fanning out across acres, blooming and fruiting.
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When I took a blade of modest sharpness and cut the original, hollow stem one morning, the whole thing wilted and turned yellow by the afternoon.
#amwriting #DownRiver
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When I took a blade of modest sharpness and cut the original, hollow stem one morning, the whole thing wilted and turned yellow by the afternoon.
#amwriting #DownRiver
November 3, 2025 at 3:03 PM
His love spread like a vine rooted in fecund compost, fanning out across acres, blooming and fruiting.
...
When I took a blade of modest sharpness and cut the original, hollow stem one morning, the whole thing wilted and turned yellow by the afternoon.
#amwriting #DownRiver
...
When I took a blade of modest sharpness and cut the original, hollow stem one morning, the whole thing wilted and turned yellow by the afternoon.
#amwriting #DownRiver
I remember flowing to the sea
and meeting your rising tide.
Together our current was chaotic,
the brackish water a slow drip of poison for the sedges,
stunting the live oaks and birch.
I remember mud, mucking,
silt in my shoes, heavy, ruinous.
Trapped by your overwhelming flow,
watching...
and meeting your rising tide.
Together our current was chaotic,
the brackish water a slow drip of poison for the sedges,
stunting the live oaks and birch.
I remember mud, mucking,
silt in my shoes, heavy, ruinous.
Trapped by your overwhelming flow,
watching...
October 23, 2025 at 11:30 PM
I remember flowing to the sea
and meeting your rising tide.
Together our current was chaotic,
the brackish water a slow drip of poison for the sedges,
stunting the live oaks and birch.
I remember mud, mucking,
silt in my shoes, heavy, ruinous.
Trapped by your overwhelming flow,
watching...
and meeting your rising tide.
Together our current was chaotic,
the brackish water a slow drip of poison for the sedges,
stunting the live oaks and birch.
I remember mud, mucking,
silt in my shoes, heavy, ruinous.
Trapped by your overwhelming flow,
watching...
The water seeps into the bones here, turning them into a pliable, soft cartilage. Dropping from overfed clouds and rising from reluctant springs, the water falls and climbs through hollow frames, pressed out of the bodies as steam or resignation. #amwriting #experimentalfiction #DownRiver
October 13, 2025 at 1:28 PM
The water seeps into the bones here, turning them into a pliable, soft cartilage. Dropping from overfed clouds and rising from reluctant springs, the water falls and climbs through hollow frames, pressed out of the bodies as steam or resignation. #amwriting #experimentalfiction #DownRiver
Inspiration is everywhere but some days it's more obvious than others. #amwriting #experimentalfiction #DownRiver #october
October 10, 2025 at 3:40 PM
Inspiration is everywhere but some days it's more obvious than others. #amwriting #experimentalfiction #DownRiver #october
Metaphysical notions were growing in the collective unconscious as people looked to an unresponsive divinity to save them.
OR
Ghost sightings in attics were on the rise. Homeowners pleaded with the apparitions for salvation but the ghosts had problems of their own (cont.)
OR
Ghost sightings in attics were on the rise. Homeowners pleaded with the apparitions for salvation but the ghosts had problems of their own (cont.)
October 8, 2025 at 3:20 PM
Metaphysical notions were growing in the collective unconscious as people looked to an unresponsive divinity to save them.
OR
Ghost sightings in attics were on the rise. Homeowners pleaded with the apparitions for salvation but the ghosts had problems of their own (cont.)
OR
Ghost sightings in attics were on the rise. Homeowners pleaded with the apparitions for salvation but the ghosts had problems of their own (cont.)
Strasbourg Cathedral providing the creative spark. #strasbourg #amwriting #experimentalfiction #americaninfrance #october
October 6, 2025 at 2:36 PM
Strasbourg Cathedral providing the creative spark. #strasbourg #amwriting #experimentalfiction #americaninfrance #october
He missed his mornings of bovine colostrum and black market metformin and the comfort of obsessing over longevity rather than survival. #narratordevelopment #DownRiver #experimentalfiction #amwriting
October 3, 2025 at 2:06 PM
He missed his mornings of bovine colostrum and black market metformin and the comfort of obsessing over longevity rather than survival. #narratordevelopment #DownRiver #experimentalfiction #amwriting
"After the echoes of the blast died away, the peaceful sounds of the summer meadow and the whispering creek came into coarse focus. I felt heavy. There was an inflammation, but not of my body, of my soul." -Narrator 4 of 30 #DownRiver #experimentalfiction #amwriting #booksky
October 1, 2025 at 1:35 PM
"After the echoes of the blast died away, the peaceful sounds of the summer meadow and the whispering creek came into coarse focus. I felt heavy. There was an inflammation, but not of my body, of my soul." -Narrator 4 of 30 #DownRiver #experimentalfiction #amwriting #booksky
Monday writing: drawing by Roland Topor to help fine tune a narrator. Work in progress has 30+ narrators, a new voice each chapter. #DownRiver #experimentalfiction #amwriting #writingprompt
September 29, 2025 at 2:18 PM
Monday writing: drawing by Roland Topor to help fine tune a narrator. Work in progress has 30+ narrators, a new voice each chapter. #DownRiver #experimentalfiction #amwriting #writingprompt