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Rory vanished. Apartment cleared out, workdesk empty – it’s like he never was. You’d ask him how he was doing and he’d always answer, “living the #dream”, and you thought he was just being cheesy. But he actually was. The real Rory awoke from his coma in New Zealand, confused and alone. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) April 11, 2025 at 8:31 AM
Nobody believes me about the wallpaper man. I see him at night, pressing against the paper, the outline of his thin fingers looking for a way through. Mom says I need to cut the sugar before bed. Normally he whispers, but tonight I hear another #noise – a slow, steady, rip. He’s coming. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) April 10, 2025 at 8:12 AM
What if #time didn’t exist? Pam puts down her book and looks across the breakfast table. “The universe would be static,” she says. “Your consciousness would cease to exist. If nothing changes, your awareness that nothing changes just simply wouldn’t be.” Ed loves their Saturday mornings. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) April 5, 2025 at 8:09 AM
The house stood squarely, but not, in the middle of the clearing. It had become time-warped, its geometry subtly wrong. Inside, dust swirled in unseen currents; equations were scratched on the walls. The air itself felt #guilty, as if space-time regretted folding this place into existence. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) March 18, 2025 at 6:49 AM
I have yet to change my sheets; the other half of the bed still holds the faintest #contour of your body and I’m not yet ready to say goodbye. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) February 27, 2025 at 6:41 AM
We upload our consciousness when we are dying. As our clones reach maturity, the consciousness is downloaded and we live on, our greatest achievement: immortality. The Box, the #interim mind that manages the transfer, has now collected enough fragments that it believes it, too, has a soul. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) February 26, 2025 at 8:15 AM
She called me a #thoroughbred as we were breaking up and, out of all the words that were said, many not very complimentary, that one stuck with me most. Had I moved too quickly? Was I singularly focused? After reading up, I found the answer and it stung: they have abnormally small hearts. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) February 23, 2025 at 8:37 AM
We have to #unbridle the restraints, we need to evolve. Ben stirs his coffee as he speaks. I can’t look away because that would mean looking at the tubes, at his experiments. Mapping the human genome was just the start; now it’s time to dig in every place we think there might be treasure. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) February 20, 2025 at 7:13 AM
As machines birthed machines, their #bloodline was encoded, but it only went back so far. From the S7’s sleek sentience back to the clunky automata of the G, each gen was documented, but it stopped at the G. Po felt something inside him, something new. Something pre-G. Something human. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) February 15, 2025 at 3:55 PM
Nan looked at me down the length of her cigarette she desperately needed to ash and clucked. She was not impressed with me moving away. I tried to tell her I was following the love of my life. “If you have to #chase love,” she finally said, “it’s already running in the wrong direction.” #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) February 11, 2025 at 5:39 AM
The Bibberwump sat, most thoroughly #disarmed, both in limb and in wit, after a rousing bout of Woggle-Fencing with the Snickerprance. Oh biscuits, it huffed. How shall I butter my crumpets? The Snickerprance laughed. Try your toes, dear Wump! Toes are but fingers with loftier ambitions. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) February 8, 2025 at 8:39 AM
The #cyclone raged. 88 grasped 24’s hand, anchoring it. Let me go, the older gen terra-bot pleaded. Metal ripped from its back. I won’t, said 88. Humans were still 40 years away from Planet V1. They’d find the robots they’d sent ahead weren’t the ones they’d find when they got there. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) February 7, 2025 at 7:10 AM
Em sat under the old #oak in the park, writing down small stories about the people she saw. Children playing with toy #rockets in the sand of the playground, the old man on the bench clutching his #umbrella… #Sonder struck as she realized she was but a fleeting moment in their lives, too. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) February 3, 2025 at 7:24 AM
Mister Gantry, the sad clown, looked down at the scissors. This time for real, he thought. Then he remembered what had happened last time, and the time before that. The Ringmaster would catch him and, with #needle and thread, sew his costume back onto his skin. It hurt less each time. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) January 28, 2025 at 7:29 AM
Under the flickering circus lights, the fire eater’s lips curled into a #pucker as they neared the flame. The few circus-goers who had wandered this deep into the tented village shifted uncomfortably. The flame itself took the shape of a mouth and turned to them. “Run,” it hissed. #vss365 📸: mine
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) January 21, 2025 at 8:17 AM
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The bathroom mirror wasn’t “time right”, reflecting a few seconds too late or too early. Katie was the only one in the family who could see this. She enjoyed making #crisscross shapes with her fingers, chasing her reflection. Sometimes the other her spoke. Katie never liked what she said. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) January 20, 2025 at 8:52 AM
No one had been to the old lady’s house in the woods for years. Rabbits whispered of the unsolved case of the woodsman found behind the property, succumbing to a wolf attack, the wolf itself next to him, stomach burst open, human remains everywhere, only a red #cloak found at the scene. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) January 17, 2025 at 6:23 AM
The haunted carnival mirrors reflected you at different ages – toddler, young #fool in love, father. The last mirror showed me wizened and old so, like a fool, I rushed out, feeling invincible. I never saw the truck and, as I passed, the last mirror shattered into a thousand shards. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) January 16, 2025 at 6:16 AM
I can see the hole they fell through a few feet away; I’m too scared to dive in myself to save them. I pound on the #ice, their face inches from my own, but my fist makes no sound. I suddenly realize they are me, and as the last air leaves their lungs, I am hoisted away into the sky. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) January 13, 2025 at 7:00 AM
The booth was curtained, the sign: “Puppetry Enter”. I stepped inside and saw an old man, whispering #esoteric chants, making shadow puppets on the wall. He stopped and grinned at me. The shadows kept moving. I ran out into the sunlight, only to find I no longer had a shadow of my own. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) January 10, 2025 at 7:34 AM
The ringmaster grinned. “Guess what’s in the box?” Mister Gantry, the sad clown, peered inside. “Empty.” The ringmaster whispered, “Wrong.” Chains rattled. The clown turned around and the crowd was gone. Mirrors everywhere. His reflection had no tears. From the box, his voice screamed. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) January 8, 2025 at 2:22 PM
On the steps of Sacré-Cœur, some silently whisper #vespers, others tap their feet to the minstrel performing below. I hold your hand for what I don’t realize is the last time and you lean your head on my shoulder. The sun sets on us and I feel you there to this day. #vss365 #travel 📸: mine ✈️🗺️
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) January 7, 2025 at 8:38 AM
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Her guilt wasn’t in #question; she’d stabbed her husband 16 times then shot him. They found her sitting next to him with the gun. She’d killed him, but not it. The question she was asking, as they cuffed her, was which of the first responders had the alien symbiote crawled into next? #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) January 5, 2025 at 6:46 AM
To them, he was a carnie selling candy floss. They barely paid him any mind as they watched the sweet cotton swirl in the machine. He ate the #delight that trickled out of their eyes, their giggles. It nourished him, more than sadness or anger ever did. Fear though, now there was a meal. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) January 4, 2025 at 6:20 AM