Sara
@spauffwrites.bsky.social
Writer, planner, and storyteller
Writing novels and weird short fiction #VSS365 ✍️
Hanging upside down 💪
🤫I’m reading
Writing novels and weird short fiction #VSS365 ✍️
Hanging upside down 💪
🤫I’m reading
Wrong password.
Everything lives in the #cloud now. Your life, your soul, your secrets. Let me in.
Wrong password.
Let's go. I grab our hiking boots and your hand. We pull each other up the #mountain, a breathless slog.
But at the summit, cloaked in cirrocumulus, I finally find your heart. #vss365
Everything lives in the #cloud now. Your life, your soul, your secrets. Let me in.
Wrong password.
Let's go. I grab our hiking boots and your hand. We pull each other up the #mountain, a breathless slog.
But at the summit, cloaked in cirrocumulus, I finally find your heart. #vss365
October 2, 2026 at 2:46 PM
And to my son, I give my life. I make this #bequest because you are not living yours.
Enjoy the kids chasing fireflies. Enjoy the tantrums and teenage rebellion.
Enjoy the cozy home and constant repairs.
Enjoy the marriage, every feud and forgiveness.
Enjoy the worry; it comes from love. #vss365
Enjoy the kids chasing fireflies. Enjoy the tantrums and teenage rebellion.
Enjoy the cozy home and constant repairs.
Enjoy the marriage, every feud and forgiveness.
Enjoy the worry; it comes from love. #vss365
September 30, 2026 at 1:59 PM
I can’t do a split but I can make you believe I can do a split thanks to camera angles and strategically placed ropes. ✨magic✨ #aerialdance
September 30, 2026 at 1:16 PM
I can’t do a split but I can make you believe I can do a split thanks to camera angles and strategically placed ropes. ✨magic✨ #aerialdance
After the funeral, I chuck the dead flowers and climb the attic stairs. Here lies my #renounced childhood, covered in dust. I hug teddy bears, spin hula hoops, braid dolls' hair, win all the marbles, until I hear Ma call, "Dinner time!" I descend, ten again, my family alive. One last meal. #vss365
September 27, 2026 at 4:59 PM
After the funeral, I chuck the dead flowers and climb the attic stairs. Here lies my #renounced childhood, covered in dust. I hug teddy bears, spin hula hoops, braid dolls' hair, win all the marbles, until I hear Ma call, "Dinner time!" I descend, ten again, my family alive. One last meal. #vss365
"You look amazing!"
"I gave up sugar. And dairy, gluten, FODMAPs, carbs—"
"Oh, the carnivore diet?"
I prefer predator, but tomato, tomatoe. "Marie looks pale."
"She's gone vegan. Meat is murder now."
I close in, smell her fear, her rabbity blood; my #hunger roars. Grass-fed. Free range. #vss365
"I gave up sugar. And dairy, gluten, FODMAPs, carbs—"
"Oh, the carnivore diet?"
I prefer predator, but tomato, tomatoe. "Marie looks pale."
"She's gone vegan. Meat is murder now."
I close in, smell her fear, her rabbity blood; my #hunger roars. Grass-fed. Free range. #vss365
September 24, 2026 at 1:42 PM
She waves off the penultimate flight vanishing into the clouds. So many teary farewells and homecomings at these gates. She's never ascended—too afraid to fly. But life has gotten lonely; she longs for her people on the other side. The gates open. Wings spread, she #embarks on her next life. #vss365
September 22, 2026 at 1:51 PM
She waves off the penultimate flight vanishing into the clouds. So many teary farewells and homecomings at these gates. She's never ascended—too afraid to fly. But life has gotten lonely; she longs for her people on the other side. The gates open. Wings spread, she #embarks on her next life. #vss365
I was born on a dark and #stormy night, a chip off the old block. I grew like a weed, but I couldn't keep my nose to the grindstone. Ended up in a jazz club, where I played to the beat of my own drum. But the owner was robbing Peter to pay Paul; I got in too deep. Curiosity killed this cat. #vss365
September 21, 2026 at 2:51 PM
"I can get rid of the spiders," the exterminator boasts. I send him away.
Why would I kill such #marvels of engineering?
I tickle their ickle legs as they weave webs of autumn light around my house. The trees thin and shake with cold, but my golden arachnid fleece keeps me warm all winter. #vss365
Why would I kill such #marvels of engineering?
I tickle their ickle legs as they weave webs of autumn light around my house. The trees thin and shake with cold, but my golden arachnid fleece keeps me warm all winter. #vss365
September 19, 2026 at 7:10 PM
Honk! Honk! Ssss!
In his former life, he'd been a celebrity gourmand, #eloquently extoling the richness of foie gras, the tenderness of whale meat. Turning him fowl had ruffled his feathers but hadn't shut him up.
Honk!
I feed him more corn. Christmas nears. Soon, his goose will be cooked. #vss365
In his former life, he'd been a celebrity gourmand, #eloquently extoling the richness of foie gras, the tenderness of whale meat. Turning him fowl had ruffled his feathers but hadn't shut him up.
Honk!
I feed him more corn. Christmas nears. Soon, his goose will be cooked. #vss365
September 12, 2026 at 8:05 PM
Honk! Honk! Ssss!
In his former life, he'd been a celebrity gourmand, #eloquently extoling the richness of foie gras, the tenderness of whale meat. Turning him fowl had ruffled his feathers but hadn't shut him up.
Honk!
I feed him more corn. Christmas nears. Soon, his goose will be cooked. #vss365
In his former life, he'd been a celebrity gourmand, #eloquently extoling the richness of foie gras, the tenderness of whale meat. Turning him fowl had ruffled his feathers but hadn't shut him up.
Honk!
I feed him more corn. Christmas nears. Soon, his goose will be cooked. #vss365
In her new dress, Mary Janes and a gap-toothed grin, she giggles over chocolate bunnies and jelly beans.
When the egg hunt ends, she slips back to the pond, dark as a tomb. Washes off her #naivete but keeps the joy. Then the wizened crone curls into a hollow tree to sleep until next Easter. #vss365
When the egg hunt ends, she slips back to the pond, dark as a tomb. Washes off her #naivete but keeps the joy. Then the wizened crone curls into a hollow tree to sleep until next Easter. #vss365
September 11, 2026 at 2:49 PM
Can't sleep. Never could on a full moon. #Moonglade slithers across the swamp, but I wait on the dock, let the skeeters drink their fill. Silver light nips at my toes, swallows me whole.
Not a bark, not a hair, not a claw. I'm tamed.
I run home through the woods, a howl stuck in my throat. #vss365
Not a bark, not a hair, not a claw. I'm tamed.
I run home through the woods, a howl stuck in my throat. #vss365
September 8, 2026 at 3:40 PM
Can't sleep. Never could on a full moon. #Moonglade slithers across the swamp, but I wait on the dock, let the skeeters drink their fill. Silver light nips at my toes, swallows me whole.
Not a bark, not a hair, not a claw. I'm tamed.
I run home through the woods, a howl stuck in my throat. #vss365
Not a bark, not a hair, not a claw. I'm tamed.
I run home through the woods, a howl stuck in my throat. #vss365
Down the hatch.The grey sludge slithers down her throat, sends iron into her veins. She floats down, feet on the ground, solid as a brick house. No one walks through her; they listen when she speaks.
The #elixir wears off by quitting time. But every day, she becomes more stone, less soul. #vss365
The #elixir wears off by quitting time. But every day, she becomes more stone, less soul. #vss365
September 3, 2026 at 3:33 PM
Mom, Dad, Gran, Gramps, Auntie, even Uncle Joe came. "It's been ages. I've missed you."
"Happy Birthday! Make a wish!"
The lights go out. Her family shuts off. Circuit overload. The CPU fans whir like the ventilators that couldn't keep them alive.
She hugs the #console, presses reboot. #vss365
"Happy Birthday! Make a wish!"
The lights go out. Her family shuts off. Circuit overload. The CPU fans whir like the ventilators that couldn't keep them alive.
She hugs the #console, presses reboot. #vss365
September 2, 2026 at 1:45 PM
"You're such an #empathetic listener. Not like my ex. He never—"
"I'm sorry. Our time is up."
"No, wait!" She swipes her card again. My timer resets, 59:59. No bathroom breaks. No lunch. No rest. But no one hears me. I roll my stiff neck, smile into the camera's leering lens. "Tell me more." #vss365
"I'm sorry. Our time is up."
"No, wait!" She swipes her card again. My timer resets, 59:59. No bathroom breaks. No lunch. No rest. But no one hears me. I roll my stiff neck, smile into the camera's leering lens. "Tell me more." #vss365
September 1, 2026 at 1:29 PM
"You're such an #empathetic listener. Not like my ex. He never—"
"I'm sorry. Our time is up."
"No, wait!" She swipes her card again. My timer resets, 59:59. No bathroom breaks. No lunch. No rest. But no one hears me. I roll my stiff neck, smile into the camera's leering lens. "Tell me more." #vss365
"I'm sorry. Our time is up."
"No, wait!" She swipes her card again. My timer resets, 59:59. No bathroom breaks. No lunch. No rest. But no one hears me. I roll my stiff neck, smile into the camera's leering lens. "Tell me more." #vss365
Mom packs everything. My Lisa Frank bedsheets, Spice Girls CDs, my old iMac. "Don't worry about me," she says. "Change is good."
The new girl puts up fairy lights and K-Pop #posters, but only stares at her phone. I miss Mom. She took my childhood with her, but left my teenage ghost behind. #vss365
The new girl puts up fairy lights and K-Pop #posters, but only stares at her phone. I miss Mom. She took my childhood with her, but left my teenage ghost behind. #vss365
August 26, 2026 at 3:39 PM
I know the type: Blushing, mumbling, shoulders hunched from failure. "The VIP package?"
"Uh, I—if it's not too much trouble."
Rest while we #sponge away scarlet humiliation, scrub inhibitions off your gyri and sulci. Inject more ego, remove common sense. Dress it in a suit. Ready to rule. #vss365
"Uh, I—if it's not too much trouble."
Rest while we #sponge away scarlet humiliation, scrub inhibitions off your gyri and sulci. Inject more ego, remove common sense. Dress it in a suit. Ready to rule. #vss365
August 25, 2026 at 5:41 PM
He flies higher every day, not floating back until dinner or even later, dreaming of new lands, like his father. Time to let go.
She helps him pack, map the route, looses the #cords tethering his balloon. He's a speck on the horizon, a shooting star. She's Polaris, steady, pointing to home. #vss365
She helps him pack, map the route, looses the #cords tethering his balloon. He's a speck on the horizon, a shooting star. She's Polaris, steady, pointing to home. #vss365
August 24, 2026 at 4:04 PM
Puree it into tomato sauce. #Dice it up for stir-fry. Fry it up, call it "chicken," hide it in a taco.
Spoiled, his dad says. "When I was your age, I ate whatever was in front of me."
"Not hungry."
He'll become his parents one day. But not yet.
Mom scrapes the leftover brains into the bin. #vss365
Spoiled, his dad says. "When I was your age, I ate whatever was in front of me."
"Not hungry."
He'll become his parents one day. But not yet.
Mom scrapes the leftover brains into the bin. #vss365
August 23, 2026 at 7:13 PM
No more tears or tangles. She's learned to tame, even love her wild hair. Unwinding each coil, she bathes in lukewarm water, dries her tresses with her softest #towel. Feeds each serpentine strand an egg, a baby mouse, then falls asleep in the sun, sweet hissing in her ear. #vss365
August 22, 2026 at 5:25 PM
Slimy strands clog the shower drain. Furry tumbleweeds roll and knot around her toes. He shaves twice a day. Still, his beard grows. His ma used her hair to escape a tower, but she has a better idea.
Wash, #comb, spin, knit. Her designer "cashmere" sweaters buy them an entire castle. #vss365
Wash, #comb, spin, knit. Her designer "cashmere" sweaters buy them an entire castle. #vss365
August 18, 2026 at 2:43 PM
She keeps her heart in a #matchbox, waits for a spark. A high school crush flickers, dies. Her first love burns too hot, singeing her. Her college boyfriend throws off weak light and no warmth. Date after date, flame after flame. One match left.
“Happy Birthday. What did you wish for?”
You. #vss365
“Happy Birthday. What did you wish for?”
You. #vss365
August 18, 2026 at 12:27 AM
With my job, I can work from anywhere. But I try to visit the office once a month, so they don't forget me.
"Where's Rob?"
"He works #remote now."
"Y'all I'm right here for the all hands meeting—hey, I want a donut too. Hello?"
On mute. Forever.
I can work from anywhere. Even the afterlife. #vss365
"Where's Rob?"
"He works #remote now."
"Y'all I'm right here for the all hands meeting—hey, I want a donut too. Hello?"
On mute. Forever.
I can work from anywhere. Even the afterlife. #vss365
August 16, 2026 at 9:15 PM
I toss Jack's memoir into the fire. Giant Killer? More like Giant Fraud. Invasive bean stalks crowd our sky, kill our crops of storms; our brawny children starve and shrink. But his latest #shrewd scheme will not stand. Data centers in the clouds? Call Zephyrus. Let him blow them all away. #vss365
August 14, 2026 at 11:03 PM
Work, school, soccer, ballet, meals to cook, tantrums to stop, hurts to kiss. Outside, her garden lies #fallow. She dips her pruned hands back in the dishwater. No time to grow now. One day, when the work is over, the children are gone and the world has forgotten her, then she'll bloom. #vss365
August 12, 2026 at 7:13 PM
She loves her new family. But there are seven beds to make, seven sets of clothes to wash, seven dinners, seven lives to #toil over for seven days a week.
"Late shift today," they say, off to the mines. Finally, a rest.
A beggar woman calls, "Apples for sale!"
Girl dinner, and then a nap. #vss365
"Late shift today," they say, off to the mines. Finally, a rest.
A beggar woman calls, "Apples for sale!"
Girl dinner, and then a nap. #vss365
August 10, 2026 at 8:43 PM