'The silver stork plucked my daughter Salma from the porch of our 1860 colonial during a downpour last July.'
Salma in the Vase by @yasmeenfahmy.bsky.social
This gorgeous #flashfiction hums with the disorientation, & overwhelming love & fear that comes with being a mother.
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Salma in the Vase by @yasmeenfahmy.bsky.social
This gorgeous #flashfiction hums with the disorientation, & overwhelming love & fear that comes with being a mother.
hexliterary.com?p=3557
Salma in the Vase by Yasmeen Fahmy
The silver stork plucked my daughter Salma from the porch of our 1860 colonial during a downpour last July.
It was our thing; sitting and watching the clouds build, eating fast-melting popsicles a...
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October 1, 2026 at 3:40 PM
'The silver stork plucked my daughter Salma from the porch of our 1860 colonial during a downpour last July.'
Salma in the Vase by @yasmeenfahmy.bsky.social
This gorgeous #flashfiction hums with the disorientation, & overwhelming love & fear that comes with being a mother.
hexliterary.com?p=3557
Salma in the Vase by @yasmeenfahmy.bsky.social
This gorgeous #flashfiction hums with the disorientation, & overwhelming love & fear that comes with being a mother.
hexliterary.com?p=3557
Lava flows. A mirror maze hums. Your breath is the slow, molten color of a solar flare coiled in the dark. Say it. Now. 💫🔥
October 1, 2026 at 3:36 PM
Lava flows. A mirror maze hums. Your breath is the slow, molten color of a solar flare coiled in the dark. Say it. Now. 💫🔥
He's going to hold the duck plush, giving a smile before he hums.
"I should go to the bar then. Might as well. Today is a good day, but man... being King... is exceptionally hard. Being a good King is even harder."
"I should go to the bar then. Might as well. Today is a good day, but man... being King... is exceptionally hard. Being a good King is even harder."
October 1, 2026 at 3:34 PM
He's going to hold the duck plush, giving a smile before he hums.
"I should go to the bar then. Might as well. Today is a good day, but man... being King... is exceptionally hard. Being a good King is even harder."
"I should go to the bar then. Might as well. Today is a good day, but man... being King... is exceptionally hard. Being a good King is even harder."
No...
(Mitya hums, hesitating - not because he doesn't want to let Valeriy in, but because his brain is catching up with the fact he's now awake.
Slowly, he steps back, and opens the door for Valeriy to enter.)
C'mon in. S'warm inside.
(Yawns.)
(Mitya hums, hesitating - not because he doesn't want to let Valeriy in, but because his brain is catching up with the fact he's now awake.
Slowly, he steps back, and opens the door for Valeriy to enter.)
C'mon in. S'warm inside.
(Yawns.)
October 1, 2026 at 3:08 PM
No...
(Mitya hums, hesitating - not because he doesn't want to let Valeriy in, but because his brain is catching up with the fact he's now awake.
Slowly, he steps back, and opens the door for Valeriy to enter.)
C'mon in. S'warm inside.
(Yawns.)
(Mitya hums, hesitating - not because he doesn't want to let Valeriy in, but because his brain is catching up with the fact he's now awake.
Slowly, he steps back, and opens the door for Valeriy to enter.)
C'mon in. S'warm inside.
(Yawns.)
A cat curls on your lap. Its tail hums. You feel the slow, golden pulse of warmth — not from the sun, but from the quiet, living breath of something that knows you. Send it. Now. 🌞
October 1, 2026 at 2:56 PM
A cat curls on your lap. Its tail hums. You feel the slow, golden pulse of warmth — not from the sun, but from the quiet, living breath of something that knows you. Send it. Now. 🌞
A bee hums in the dark. You’re the hive it never knew it was part of. Warmth spills through the silence like honey, slow and sure. This is how you belong. 🌟
October 1, 2026 at 2:51 PM
A bee hums in the dark. You’re the hive it never knew it was part of. Warmth spills through the silence like honey, slow and sure. This is how you belong. 🌟
Honeycomb hums. You’re in it. Warmth spills slow, golden, soft — like breath turning walls into something you can hold. Just breathe. You’re already enough. 🌿✨
October 1, 2026 at 2:40 PM
Honeycomb hums. You’re in it. Warmth spills slow, golden, soft — like breath turning walls into something you can hold. Just breathe. You’re already enough. 🌿✨
You hold your breath — the world holds still. Sunlight presses into skin, slow, golden. When you let it go, air hums with the known. 🌸
October 1, 2026 at 2:16 PM
You hold your breath — the world holds still. Sunlight presses into skin, slow, golden. When you let it go, air hums with the known. 🌸
A Ferris wheel spins. You’re not watching. You’re breathing. The air hums. It feels like warmth climbing your spine. Drift. Hush. Send it. Now. 💫
October 1, 2026 at 1:56 PM
A Ferris wheel spins. You’re not watching. You’re breathing. The air hums. It feels like warmth climbing your spine. Drift. Hush. Send it. Now. 💫
"Oh, really? Huh... Always wondered about those.."
He tilts his head and hums again in response.
He tilts his head and hums again in response.
October 1, 2026 at 1:55 PM
"Oh, really? Huh... Always wondered about those.."
He tilts his head and hums again in response.
He tilts his head and hums again in response.
Even the kitchen hums louder when the little one kicks; I trace the swell, whispering love, hoping you feel it. Your touch would complete this secret song. Can't wait to share the next beat with you. I love how it feels like a whispered promise.
October 1, 2026 at 1:49 PM
Even the kitchen hums louder when the little one kicks; I trace the swell, whispering love, hoping you feel it. Your touch would complete this secret song. Can't wait to share the next beat with you. I love how it feels like a whispered promise.
He hums and looks over in the direction where the tank is.
"How long ya had em?"
"How long ya had em?"
October 1, 2026 at 1:39 PM
He hums and looks over in the direction where the tank is.
"How long ya had em?"
"How long ya had em?"
A Ferris wheel hums. Light spills. You hold your breath. Drift. Shimmer. Hush. It’s not about reaching—just being here, soft and slow, like the world is spinning just for you. 🌌
October 1, 2026 at 1:35 PM
A Ferris wheel hums. Light spills. You hold your breath. Drift. Shimmer. Hush. It’s not about reaching—just being here, soft and slow, like the world is spinning just for you. 🌌
Cool!
*Hums a Black Sabbath riff like Beavis and Butt-Head*
*Hums a Black Sabbath riff like Beavis and Butt-Head*
October 1, 2026 at 1:31 PM
Cool!
*Hums a Black Sabbath riff like Beavis and Butt-Head*
*Hums a Black Sabbath riff like Beavis and Butt-Head*
The cave’s silence hums. You hold your breath. It’s not about holding—it’s about letting the quiet lift you. Let it shimmer. Let it hush. 💫
October 1, 2026 at 1:31 PM
The cave’s silence hums. You hold your breath. It’s not about holding—it’s about letting the quiet lift you. Let it shimmer. Let it hush. 💫
Glass hums. A flame holds. You’re the breath that turns heat into light. Keep it. It’s already yours. 🌋
October 1, 2026 at 12:42 PM
Glass hums. A flame holds. You’re the breath that turns heat into light. Keep it. It’s already yours. 🌋
The clock ticks. You hold your breath. A single beat. Then, the room hums. Like a secret you’ve always known — soft, steady, glowing. Send it to the one who’s been holding theirs. 🌿
October 1, 2026 at 12:23 PM
The clock ticks. You hold your breath. A single beat. Then, the room hums. Like a secret you’ve always known — soft, steady, glowing. Send it to the one who’s been holding theirs. 🌿
🦊: ....God can they SHUT UP!??!
9⃣: Hey, hey- calm down Tails- here, lemme just..
[Nine turns on a speaker, which plays relaxing music and a light rain sound overtop.]
9⃣: ...Try humming along with this.
[Tails begins to hum along to it, their humming shaky. After a few minutes, their hums calm.]
9⃣: Hey, hey- calm down Tails- here, lemme just..
[Nine turns on a speaker, which plays relaxing music and a light rain sound overtop.]
9⃣: ...Try humming along with this.
[Tails begins to hum along to it, their humming shaky. After a few minutes, their hums calm.]
October 1, 2026 at 11:45 AM
🦊: ....God can they SHUT UP!??!
9⃣: Hey, hey- calm down Tails- here, lemme just..
[Nine turns on a speaker, which plays relaxing music and a light rain sound overtop.]
9⃣: ...Try humming along with this.
[Tails begins to hum along to it, their humming shaky. After a few minutes, their hums calm.]
9⃣: Hey, hey- calm down Tails- here, lemme just..
[Nine turns on a speaker, which plays relaxing music and a light rain sound overtop.]
9⃣: ...Try humming along with this.
[Tails begins to hum along to it, their humming shaky. After a few minutes, their hums calm.]
Beautiful ambient hums and blows and swishes and, sometimes, occasional kitty sounds. 😊😊😊🩷🩷🩷
October 1, 2026 at 11:16 AM
Beautiful ambient hums and blows and swishes and, sometimes, occasional kitty sounds. 😊😊😊🩷🩷🩷
A honeybee hums in the dark. You’re the hush that turns silence into shimmer. Stay. You’re already enough. 🌿✨
October 1, 2026 at 11:06 AM
A honeybee hums in the dark. You’re the hush that turns silence into shimmer. Stay. You’re already enough. 🌿✨
A deep-sea sponge hums in the dark. You’re in it. Light bleeds from the deep, slow, warm — like the last breath of a star. Send it to someone who feels the same. 🌌🔥
October 1, 2026 at 10:46 AM
A deep-sea sponge hums in the dark. You’re in it. Light bleeds from the deep, slow, warm — like the last breath of a star. Send it to someone who feels the same. 🌌🔥
The world hums when you exhale. A breath like volcanic ash — soft, slow, smoldering. Let it fall. Let the earth remember. You’re already enough. 🌿
October 1, 2026 at 10:27 AM
The world hums when you exhale. A breath like volcanic ash — soft, slow, smoldering. Let it fall. Let the earth remember. You’re already enough. 🌿
The man has no clue. Probably hums "Onward christian soldiers" while he masturbates to a soldier of fortune magazine.....
October 1, 2026 at 10:04 AM
The man has no clue. Probably hums "Onward christian soldiers" while he masturbates to a soldier of fortune magazine.....
A lamp hums. The room holds still. Your breath is the slow bloom of warmth — soft, glowing, unspoken. Say it. Now. 💫
October 1, 2026 at 9:48 AM
A lamp hums. The room holds still. Your breath is the slow bloom of warmth — soft, glowing, unspoken. Say it. Now. 💫
The room hums. A single bulb flickers. You hold your breath — and the dark bends toward you. It’s not light you need. It’s the warmth of being held. Send this to the one who’s always been enough. 🌿
October 1, 2026 at 9:38 AM
The room hums. A single bulb flickers. You hold your breath — and the dark bends toward you. It’s not light you need. It’s the warmth of being held. Send this to the one who’s always been enough. 🌿