#FromOneLine 435 Where can we go with just one connecting #prompt line? Let's see how many different places we can discover from just one starting point! Start your poem/vss with the opening line : He scribbled a note #FromOneLine 435 #prompt

The streets are full of ghosts. Half are mine. I angered them in less than an hour. Now the street lights shimmer in the rain and reflections flicker between the concrete &glass. They haunt yet they'll not let me join with them. Not yet, they say. Live. Be joy. Finish the ink story. #fromoneline 434

#FromOneLine 434 The streets are full of ghosts. The attention to detail is astonishing: one family has co-ordinated their costumes to look like figures from an Edwardian photograph. The daughter holds open a parasol in the dark, twirling it lightly on her shoulder as they walk. Her mother watches.

#FromOneLine 434 The streets are full of ghosts. Over there: a girl once fled from a house after waking up in the wrong city. A faint trace of her is seen as she slips away. Rewind, play, rewind. On the corner: a woman with a shaved head and a small child. Her rage screams. Pretend not to hear.

the streets are full of ghosts they whisper in the air and tangle down my throat the streets are full of ghosts I button up my overcoat attempt a distant stare the streets are full of ghosts they whisper in the air #FromOneLine #triolet

The streets are full of ghosts. They hurry beneath street light, obligations in hand. I emerge from the forest, shining and tangled. An acorn held fast and my heart full of wild things. Everything moves quickly out in the metal, grey and needed, my shine flickers like moth wings. #fromoneline 434

#FromOneLine 434 #haunting #prose #memories #vss #scene #descriptive

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#FromOneLine 434 Where can we go with just one connecting #prompt line? Let's see how many different places we can discover from just one starting point! Start your poem/vss with the opening line : The streets are full of ghosts #FromOneLine 434 #prompt

#FromOneLine The streets are full of ghosts. I know because I'm one of them. Have been since I was murdered in 1757. On this street actually. Most people don't even know we're here but there are a few who can see us. You can tell because they are the ones who try to avoid us.

The streets are full of ghosts - shadows half-remembered from his youth. He greets them now with the nonchalance of memories casually lost, names he has discarded and left to desiccate in the untrammeled recesses of his mind. He sees them only as ancient mirages from the past... #FromOneLine 434

The streets are full of ghosts, I pace them nervously, fearful he is everywhere and nowhere all at once breathing down my nape my past travels as my shadow #fromoneline 434 #emoetry #vss365 #poetry #DVawareness

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔤𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔰, and #often #empty. Few want to #travel here during the Festival of the Dead. Most of the ghosts are of locals. The odd stranger passes away accidentally or on purpose when an occasional #bonk is not as light as meant. #FromOneLine 434 #2WordPrompt #vss365 #wss366

The streets are full of ghosts the apocalypse is here need #travel in a spaceship and get the fuck out, dear pray not my #claustrophobia #bestows anxiety I refuse to stay one more day farewell to all society #FromOneLine #vss365 #WIPSnips #inkmine

The streets are full of ghosts. They're everywhere now. #Empty echoes of a #myriad of lost lives. Saints and sinners. #Knights and knaves. And none of them are her. The necromancer doesn't smile #often. But...she's alive. There's still hope. #FromOneLine 434 #2wordprompt #InkMine #BraveWrite

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#WritingCommunity #vss365 @ourpoetryx.bsky.social @darkxfer.bsky.social @fromoneline.bsky.social @sonnetsmith.bsky.social - Reminiscence The streets are full of ghosts, I think as I enter the room. A ray of golden afternoon light falls through the dirty window, throwing a spotlight... 1/5

The streets are full of ghosts with a vengeance agenda seeking to inflict retribution on those who done them wrong in life They are scheduled to haunt me after midnight so if you need to find me I'll be the sniveling coward cowering under my bed #FoxProse #fromoneline #inkmine #poetry #poem

#Fromoneline The streets are full of ghosts Beaches littered with skeletons And a witch Lives in my forest At the edge of a clearing Their cottage a mirage Likes filaments Of a dream Woven by spiders Too small to see Or a whisp of wind Enchanted All Hallows Eve At the ready

The streets are full of ghosts, Vampires and monsters Nothing finer Than children's laughter Shouting trick or treat Their happier ever after Haven't been given up on Their imaginations intact Let them be happy Let's heal this world. #FromOneLine

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕤, rubble and ruins. Since the #start of the war, the #range of weapons has grown longer. There is rarely a #hint of the incoming devastation. Anxiety is pervasive, but life stumbles on amid the spectres of everything lost. #FromOneLine 434 #vss365 #vssdaily #wss366

streets are full of ghosts, hospitals have even more where will your ghost be? #FromOneLine 434 #poetry #writing #haiku #senryu

#FromOneLine 434 The streets are full of ghosts due to active subscriptions. Accounts receivable agents demanding subscription payments clogged the underworld's 5G data service with calls & texts. Hades was peeved. "Haunt customer service until your subscriptions are cancelled," he told the dead.

The streets are full of ghosts of literary flight Their translucent existence inspires poetry of perseverance glorifying these now ethereal beings who have managed to rise above the drudgery of common mundane humanity Maybe it's why some find them so scary #FromOneLine #foxprose #poetry #poem

The streets are full of ghosts As are attics and churches Someone crossed your grave You shiver You deny They are amused You’ll heed their call Maybe not today, perhaps not tomorrow But you can’t fight the inevitable. #FromOneLine 434

the streets are full of ghosts it doesn't matter where I go you were always with me you were more than memory you were being but it's different now I think one of us is dead it's why we can't have a conversation if it's you I'll visit your grave if it's me blow me away in the wind #FromOneLine

“The streets are full of ghosts.” My first time my grandmother told me that, I think I was little more than five. Probably getting ready to start school and no doubt ready to accept anything the old woman said at face value. #FromOneLine 434

The street Full of ghosts tonight Screech of Scratched vinyl Turntable paralysed Fear wafts in A musty perfume Reach for a carving knife Odd sounds abound Stairs creak, cat mewls Dried leaves rustle Then the lights go out… #FromOneLine #Emoetry #OurPoetryX #poetsofbluesky 📷 me #ECK #vssdaily

#FromOneLine #vss365 The streets are full of ghosts, at every corner however far I #travel familiar figures walk loved & lost faces flash & fade remembered voices whisper Halloween = the Eve of All Hallows - All Souls Day to come.

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#FromOneLine 434 The streets are full of ghosts... of yesterdays Gloaming in regret Cursed to roam this earth On Sisyphean tasks of milling around in confusion and hesitations On and on their cries lost among the blowing wind Every step retraced Day in day out Simply shells With no end in sight

The streets are full of ghosts, but most people don't see them. Sometimes I look up & recognize a face I haven't seen in 20 years My peers shrug & cast it off as a joke or quirk, but I know what I see: Dead People #FromOneLine

Haley Joel Osment: I See Dead People

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the streets are full of ghosts we’re eating some (not all) their posts they’ve broken through old fences they’ve mixed all our senses I’m a carrot now disguised as a mole what want ghosts here on earth taste of flesh a chance rebirth maybe an alibi keep your fear I give up mine🪶 #FromOneLine 434

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴, the sky #cloud covered, the #cheering only a memory. The #lamp is about to #die, doesn’t keep them at bay, only fades them. 𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔼𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕪 𝕁𝕒𝕣 ℍ𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕤 𝕀𝕥𝕤 𝕊𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥, I carry it with me. Some can still sense. #FromOneLine 434 #wss366 #vss365 #2WordPrompt #BlueSkyRemnant